Wesson wore an Armani custom suit today, tied with a blue tie, and stood on the podium like a green pine with a height of 1.8 meters, looking both energetic and handsome, as well as a cool smell.

The haze of Friday's humiliation seemed to have been dispelled by him, and now, at this moment, Wesson is still the focus of everyone's attention, and his achievements and status are still unique in the entire Chinese medicine school.

Obviously, he can fight the background, he can fight the appearance, he just wants to fight for strength, this is the willfulness of Wesson as a strong man.

Today's ceremony was originally arranged by the school, and the original plan was to arrange this ceremony to be held on a larger occasion, but this plan was rejected by Wesson.

The reason for Wesson's refusal was that he wanted to keep a low profile about it, but only he knew what the real reason behind this was.

With all eyes on Weson, his eyes finally fell on the back of the classroom.

In the extremely inconspicuous position at the back of the classroom sat an ordinary-looking, very inconspicuous teenager. This is the third time that Wesson's eyes have fallen on him, but the other party has not responded.

Pang Feng's expression was very flat and calm from beginning to end, and that kind of blandness and calmness made Wesson very uncomfortable, in fact, he didn't expect Pang Feng to show admiration for him like everyone else, but according to common sense, there is a contradiction between the two, and Pang Feng always has to show a little disdain, some sour taste, right?

It's a pity that there is nothing in Pang Feng's expression, as plain as water, so plain that it is indifferent.

Wesson felt as if he was being ignored, and this feeling of ignorance made him feel unhappy and annoyed, because Pang Feng's attitude was actually a kind of pride.

Wesson himself was a proud man to the core, and he didn't allow anyone to be more proud than him.

"I don't know what your proud capital is, but in front of me, you don't have any capital!" said Wesson, his fist clenched hard, and a fire burned in his chest.

Is last Friday's incident really over? Wesson knew very well in his heart that the humiliation he suffered last Friday would never pass, and he must find an opportunity to double the humiliation he suffered and return it.

"You are very capable of fighting, and it is indeed beyond my expectations that you have achieved great success in your cultivation. However, in today's civilized society, what is fought is the background, what is compared is intelligence, and he can fight and kill, at most he is just a gangster.

To truly become a proud person in high society, what you need is wisdom beyond ordinary people, and you need strong personal charm and leadership.

Pang Feng, you're just a hillbilly, which of these can you compare with me?"

Thinking of this, Wesson's chest stood taller, he became more confident, and he became more proud.

Today his purpose of asking for an induction ceremony in the classroom has been achieved, and in this way he tells the entire College of Chinese Medicine that he is the best.

He even told Pang Feng in this way that he humiliated him Wesson, and he would definitely return it doubly.

In the thunderous applause, Wesson held a big appointment letter with a scarlet cover in his hand, and the reporters who had been waiting outside at this time rushed over, this matter is a big news, the talent of a genius college student, full of gimmicks.

"Smack, smack, smack!" the flash hit Wesson's face, and a smile finally appeared on the cool Wesson's face.

This smile made him more amiable and charming.

His followers below coaxed in unison, especially Li Yujia, although his face was still swollen, he had returned to his previous high-profile posture.

"Wei Shao is mighty, Wei Shao is the pride of our College of Traditional Chinese Medicine!"

Li Yujia said loudly, he waved his fists fiercely, and his eyes swept in the direction of Pang Feng like demonstration, full of provocation.

Pang Feng smiled lightly, his eyes narrowed and looked at Li Yujia, the eyes of the two looked at each other in the air, Li Yujia's arrogant movements instantly converged, his face changed dramatically, and he didn't dare to provoke after all.

Pang Feng's glance made his heart tense inexplicably.

The two slaps that day are still fresh in his memory, and they can be described as unforgettable, and deep in his heart, he is already afraid of Pang Feng.

At the end of the appointment ceremony, the media conducted a separate visit to Wesson and interviewed the students of the Chinese medicine class.

In the face of the media, Wesson is still cool and extremely reserved, but the classmates around him are more active than one another, Wesson's followers, and the girls who chase Wesson, one by one, complimented Wesson in front of the media, and packaged it as much as possible, praising Wesson as if he was only in the sky.

"Mr. Wesson, I heard that you are an all-rounder, not only excellent in academics, good at Chinese medicine, but also a master of martial arts. Your martial arts are said to have reached an extremely high level, according to the words of the industry, that is, to the realm of internal strength.

We media friends are extremely curious, because we can't meet a master like you in our daily life, so Wesson, can you show your hand in front of our camera lens and let us open our eyes?" A female reporter with a photographer smiled and held the microphone to ask Wesson.

As soon as she asked this question, the classroom, which was originally extremely warm and noisy, became silent in an instant, and all the students closed in unison.

Many of Wesson's followers were all dumbfounded, and the expressions of those supporters were all frozen.

This series of sudden changes made the female reporter who asked the question look confused, and she didn't know why such a situation suddenly appeared.

Did you say the wrong thing? Or what?

"Ahem, ahem!" Wesson coughed lightly twice, and said with great embarrassment: "Beauty, the statement you heard is misinformation, in fact, martial arts is just a small hobby of mine." I have not systematically practiced martial arts, nor have I formally studied with a teacher.

I only studied martial arts because I was very weak when I was a child, and my father asked me to learn a little martial arts for fitness, and that's it. ”

The female reporter nodded again and again to show her understanding, and then said: "That's okay, Mr. Wesson, you can show us the martial arts you usually use for fitness, let us learn it too, and follow the fitness, maybe we can also lead the trend!"

Wesson swallowed the saliva in his throat with difficulty, and in an instant, the sweat on his forehead and back was already soaking his clothes.

In the face of this brainless female reporter, he has tried his best to endure it, but he really can't bear it.

Immediately, he couldn't bear it anymore, his face changed, and he said: "I said that you media reporters are all brain-dead? Today is the day I become a researcher at the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine, shouldn't your focus be on medicine?"

What are those martial arts fighting and killing? You want to see this, find a martial arts gym where it's all there, that is, you don't need to use your mind, and your limbs are developed, is it necessary for me to demonstrate?"