The words fell.

There was a busy tone on the phone.

The dean of the central institution, his body stiffened and sat in his seat in the office, feeling his brain buzzing like a thunderbolt.

"Defeated? China's second-ranked black-guest? ”

The dean repeated what the minister said, then glanced at his phone and shook his head in disbelief: "No, it can't be, how could she?" ”

"Didn't you say that the princess of the Quan family is a waste now?"

"Is the information of Jiangcheng's high society...... Is it all fake?! ”

And if it's really fake?

So, who hates Quan so much and makes such a sinister report. Let the entire upper class of Jiangcheng unite to deal with the Quan clan?

"Assistant, come to the office."

Suspicious and nervous, the dean made a phone call to the quota review office of the central institution.

I called the assistant who was chatting with Kwon Jin yesterday.

Soon.

There was a knock at the door of the office, and the assistant pushed the door open and came in, and said respectfully, "Dean, is there anything you are looking for me?" ”

"Are you sure there's a problem with Kwon's IQ?" The dean asked directly.

Listening to the dean's words, the assistant was a little confused.

After thinking about it in his mind, the assistant replied honestly: "I'm sure, because of the report in Jiangcheng, I also went to check the academy where Quan Jin is here." ”

"In the past seven years, it has been the third from the bottom."

The dean narrowed his eyes.

Sometimes, test scores don't represent a person's talent and talent.

After thinking for a while, the dean instructed the assistant, "Give me the chat record between you and Quan Jin." ”

"Okay." Soon, the assistant handed the phone to the dean.

The dean took the phone, clicked on the chat record between the assistant and Quan Jin yesterday, and skimmed them one by one.

Kwon has helped the central organization.

The dean came into contact with her and still remembers it...... At that time, her face was full of pride, confidence, and convincing strength.

"Could it be that the minister's information is wrong?" The dean bowed his head and muttered.

Chatting is all normal.

There was no message to shock the dean.

But suddenly! The dean's finger slid to the bottom, just as his gaze lingered on the last message......

"A month later."

"I hope your dean has some backbone, don't kneel and come to beg me!"

Rumble!

A familiar tone.

An arrogant and well-deserved sentence.

The dean felt a burst of blackness in front of him, and the phone fell directly to the ground. His lips trembled, and he lifted the file on his desk and slammed it into the assistant.

Then he yelled, "Get out! ”

"A month later, if you don't invite me back, you will give me the right to roll out of the central institution!!"