Shao Shuai has always felt that there is a kind of behavior in this world called not knowing life and death, and now Ye Leiyang is a typical example of not knowing life and death in his opinion, and he dares to provoke the counselor on the first day of school, which is really self-defeating.

He was about to stand up and reprimand his old classmate, but he was startled by the sudden rush in at the door.

With a loud shout, who is Ye Leiyang, and then the person who rushed into the classroom was an old man about sixty or seventy years old, with silver hair and wearing a Zhongshan suit that was rare in this era. He was tall, his eyes were shining, and he had a list in his hand, and it seemed that he should have followed this list to find here.

"Which one is Ye Leiyang?" After the old man came in, he ignored Dong Pengcheng at all, but asked directly to the students in the classroom.

Ye Leiyang was stunned, and before he could speak, Dong Pengcheng had already asked in surprise: "Dad, why are you here?" ”

Father?

The students in the classroom almost didn't spurt blood, and even Ye Leiyang's eyes widened, and he glanced at these two people in surprise, unexpectedly that this was actually Director Dong's father.

"Shut up, let me ask you, which student is Ye Leiyang?" The old man didn't seem to be in the mood to greet his son, waved his hand and asked loudly, without the slightest intention of saving face for his son.

Dong Pengcheng's face was full of embarrassment, he knew that his father's temper had always been so hot. It's just that he didn't expect that his old man actually came to find Ye Leiyang, could it be that this kid surnamed Ye still has any background?

At this time, Ye Leiyang had a chance to speak, raised his hand and said, "That, old man, my name is Ye Leiyang." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and looked Ye Leiyang up and down: "Are you the Ye Leiyang in Beihai Eleven?" ”

"Yes."

"That's fine, it's you." The old man didn't say a word, stepped forward and grabbed Ye Leiyang's hand, and walked outside: "You come with me." ”

Dong Pengcheng is already dizzy, what's going on!

Before he could speak, a deep voice came from the door again: "Okay, you Dong Cannon, Dong Hai!" You're completely shameless, aren't you! ”

With the voice, a group of people hurriedly walked in, led by an old man with glasses, about the same age as Dong Hai, but a little thin, and his originally bookish face was angry at this time.

"Hehe, Qian Wenhua, you reacted quite quickly." Dong Hai stopped, quietly glanced at his old friend for many years and said.

"Thank you for the compliment." The old man named Qian Wenhua waved his hand to stop the people behind him, first looked at Ye Leiyang, who was quietly blocked by Dong Hai, and then sneered and said, "It seems that this is the child, right?" ”

Dong Hai's eyes rolled: "This is a child of a relative's family, what's the matter, you have something?" ”

"Fart! Are you taking me for a fool? I can tell you Dong Dacang, this person is what our Faculty of Letters wants, and which student of your History Academy wants to choose by himself, he can't! Qian Wenhua snorted coldly and said with some emotion.

"Dean Dong, Dean Qian, what are you two doing? Is there anything that needs to be addressed at our Chinese Academy? ”

At this time, a gentle female voice sounded outside the classroom door.

Yes?

The entire classroom instantly fell into an extremely strange atmosphere, and everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Ye Leiyang behind Dong Hai.

Ye Leiyang, who was loudly reprimanded by Dong Pengcheng just now, was actually competing for it by the deans of the two major schools of literature and history, what is going on? Could it be that this guy is some kind of big shot?

Dong Pengcheng was completely dizzy the moment Qian Wenhua appeared, and he knew too well what kind of character Qian Wenhua's own father, a long-time confidant, was. That's a person who stomps and trembles in the literary world of H Province, and even the principal has to give three points of courtesy. has been in charge of the Faculty of Arts for many years, and he has always been used to being domineering, such a person actually competed with his father for a student, what did this guy named Ye Leiyang do?

As for the last person to appear, he was not surprised, after all, if the deans of the two major colleges of history and literature both appeared in the freshman classroom of the foreign Chinese college at the same time, then it would be strange that the dean of the foreign Chinese college did not appear.

"Two seniors, should we talk in a different place?" Tian Fang, the dean of the School of Foreign Chinese Languages, is a woman, in her forties, and is very polite to Dong Hai and Qian Wenhua.

The two old men snorted in unison, but no one moved their steps, and Qian Wenhua took a few steps closer and grabbed Ye Leiyang's other arm.

"Let's go, let's go to my office and talk." Tian Fang smiled and waved his hand at Dong Pengcheng: "Xiao Dong, you can continue the class." ”

A large group of people quickly disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving Dong Pengcheng, whose face was flushed, facing a group of students with strange faces.

And Tang Xin's gaze disappeared with Ye Leiyang's figure, with a trace of doubt and worry, she always felt that some changes had occurred in her old classmate that she didn't understand.

In the large conference room of the Outer Chinese College, the Faculty of Arts and the Faculty of History sat opposite each other, but the glint in the eyes of the two deans from time to time made it clear to everyone that they were not having a party now.

"Dean Dong, Dean Qian, both of them are my seniors, can you tell me what is going on today?"

Tian Fang looked at Dong Hai and Qian Wenhua helplessly and asked, she was originally in a meeting today, but someone reported that Dong Hai and Qian Wenhua brought a large group of people to their own college, she thought something was wrong, but she rushed over to see that it was actually two people fighting for a student, which made Tian Fang puzzled.

Dong Hai snorted coldly: "I have nothing to say, this kid is a good seedling for learning history, he can't be ruined in your English department, Dong Pengcheng's little bastard is not worthy of teaching this kid!" ”

Tian Fang couldn't help but roll her eyes, and said in her heart, you are ruthless enough, and your own son is worthless.

Qian Wenhua slapped the table: "Nonsense! What kind of history do you study, and the children who write books and speak before the age of 20 are obviously people in our literary circles! Dong Hai, you don't mislead people's children, I will take him personally, believe it or not, it will not be ten years, I will let him take a Mao Dun Literature Award back! ”

Dong Hai was anxious when he heard it: "Old man Qian, you don't blow the atmosphere, let me tell you, I ......"

The two old men who were more than 100 years old together saw that they were about to quarrel again, Tian Fang rubbed his head with a headache, and felt bitter in his heart.

At this time, a voice sounded in the conference room: "Well, should I have the final say?" ”