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Step into the office.

Dongfang Xionghuan swept around, and then it was as if he was back in his office.

I came to the water dispenser and took two paper cups.

He sat down at the principal's desk, opened the cork, and poured two glasses of wine.

One cup is pushed to the principal, and one cup is placed in front of himself.

Then he raised his eyes to look at the principal on the opposite side and said in a loud voice:

"Principal Miyamoto, if memory serves, you should only have one or two years left before retirement, right?"

Miyamoto Incheon looked at Dongfang Xiong without the slightest respect for himself, and his brows furrowed: "Who are you?" "

Dongfang Xiong."

Dongfang Xiong picked up the cup and took a sip, "I don't know if you remember the name." "

Dongfang Xiong?"

Miyamoto Incheon frowned and thought for a while:

"Two years ago, a student named Dongfang Xiong suspended from school at this school, are you saying that you are him?"

"Good."

Dongfang Xiong nodded: "Today I came to find the principal, just to return to school, what I lost here two years ago, now it is time to get it back." When

Miyamoto Incheon heard Dongfang Xiong's words, his brows furrowed tighter: "The Oriental classmate in the old man's memory is not like this." "

People always become."

"But it's only been two years, who..." Incheon didn't believe it.

"Well, I'm not interested in proving anything to you."

Dongfang Xiong interrupted impatiently:

"I came to find you, just to inform you that if you want to retire peacefully next year, or if you want to spend your old age in peace, you better leave my affairs alone in the future."

"As for everything that happens in school, I will handle it, it won't make you burn your ass, you just need to honestly wait for retirement."

"Who do you think you are! Dare to talk to the old man like that?

Miyamoto Incheon's face turned furious when he heard this.

He picked up the phone on the desk and called the security guard to expel the madman.

But right now.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the phone on the desk turned into fragments.

Dongfang Xiong stood up, and the extremely majestic figure shrouded Miyamoto Incheon's whole person, and the extremely evil and terrifying aura on his body emanated, and his eyes looked at him:

"Old fellow, I came to talk to you today to give you face, you better take it, otherwise whether you can live to retirement may become a problem."

Miyamoto Incheon's pupils shrank sharply.

I glanced at the phone on the table that was slapped together by the huge force, and the faint depression that appeared on the solid wood table under the phone.

"Gollum..."

didn't hold back his spit.

Looking at Dongfang Xiong again, there was no calmness and calmness that he thought he was a superior before, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

The world is not at peace.

There are countless cases of strongmen killing people if they don't say a word right.

Miyamoto Incheon only discovered at this moment that the man in front of him had such potential, and suddenly felt that he was standing on the edge of the cliff of death, and a heart was raised to his throat.

"Mean bones."

Seeing him like this, Dongfang Xiong sneered in his heart, took out his mobile phone directly from his pocket, and threw it on the table:

"Now, if you still want to call the security guard or call the police, you can call." Of course, if you change your mind and don't think there's a problem with what I just requested, you can drink this drink.

Miyamoto Incheon glanced at the mobile phone on the table, and then at Dongfang Xiong, and his face changed for a while.

In the end, he didn't pick up his mobile phone:

"If you can do it without provoking the police to the school and not causing a large number of parents to protest, I can agree to your request."

Dongfang Xiong's smile instantly became as kind as a spring breeze, and he sat down again:

"Then the cooperation is happy."

He picked up his glass of red wine on the table and took a sip of it

Then look at the old headmaster.

The meaning of the eyes is obvious, it's up to you.

Miyamoto Incheon was relieved to see his relaxed attitude, and then began to preach:

"Young man, even if you have the ability, it is better not to be so hot-tempered, and if you can solve the problem well, why do you have to be so tense?"

The old principal preached, and saw Dongfang Xiong's brows gradually furrowed.

He suddenly closed his mouth.

Picked up the paper cup, frowned and looked at it, and drank it as well.

Then Qiang smiled at Dongfang Xiong, who returned to his smile

: "Happy cooperation."

After that, President Miyamoto made a phone call.

Not long after, the former head teacher came to the office and saw a majestic back in front of the desk, and the remains of the telephone on the desk were a little strange:

"Is the principal looking for me for something?"

"This is Dongfang Xiong, a classmate who suspended from your class two years ago, he wants to return to school today, or go back to your class, you can arrange it for him."

The principal said.

Dongfang Xiong also stood up.

Shisuke Kudo, the head teacher of the previous life, gradually raised his head before seeing his face and froze: "You, you are an oriental classmate?" "

Let's go."

Dongfang Xiong walked out with his hands in his pockets, and did not explain anything to him.

The memory of his predecessor made him not have a good impression of everything in this school.

"Oooh. Only

less than one meter and seven meters Kudo Shisuke looked at his majestic back, as well as the faint momentum on his body, and unconsciously feared in his heart, swallowed saliva before reacting, and quickly answered two times to follow.

......

After the two left.

"Hmph!"

Miyamoto Incheon instantly changed his face, remembering the humiliation just now, he snorted coldly: "Being so arrogant, the old man sees how long you can live!" "

Finish speaking.

He glanced at the wine bottle left by Dongfang Xiong, and the paper cup he had filled with wine.

"It's really a tyrannical earth turtle!"

"This kind of old man who drinks the wine that he is distressed about, and he uses this paper cup to fill it, and the taste and taste are polluted!"

The old principal Miyamoto threw the paper cup into the trash with disdain.

Then took out a wine glass from the back cabinet, poured half a glass, shook it gently, then took a sip, and then frowned:

"How is the taste and taste still wrong, is it the fake wine that guy sent me?"

He took another sip suspiciously.

"Is it seasoned? Does the taste seem to be even better than the original?

He simply took a sip in his mouth and savored it, his face unconsciously showing an intoxicated look.

Then he swallowed the wine and couldn't help but praise:

"Sure enough, it's mixed!" The taste is indeed better than the original! That kind of kid can actually make such a wine?

He wondered.

Drink the rest of the wine in the glass.

Just when he wanted to continue with another drink.

I suddenly felt that this quality of wine was too wasteful to drink alone, and it should be saved for drinking when entertaining distinguished guests in the future.

He didn't know.

Just as he put the bottle away and put it in the treasure cabinet.

Dongfang Xiong, who left the office and walked on the way to the former classroom, had a smile on the corner of his mouth.