Chapter 51: The Pigsty

"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, you just need to provide me with someone who knows the dean's office, otherwise ....." With a slight look in his eyes, Ye Qiuming stared at Fang Yong's eyes and said word by word: "I don't mind helping the people upstairs~!"

Ye Qiuming knew that in the last days, for some people, politeness was not a good way, just like Fang Yong in front of him, this kind of person can't play anything like a salute before a soldier, if you are polite, this kind of person will think that you are afraid.

To deal with this kind of stunned youth, only if you are more stunned than him, you can calm him, otherwise he will see your politeness as a show of weakness.

Squinting at Fang Yong, whose face was slightly tightened, and who had just shown an angry look and was instantly suppressed, felt a little proud in his heart, although he didn't mix well in the previous life, but he had his own set of things for people.

"Do you want to help the people upstairs?" was a little unable to get off the stage in front of a group of subordinates, but Fang Yong could also understand that the people he saw were so arrogant, he had his own arrogant ability, and he could achieve the position of boss, Fang Yong was naturally not a fool.

Therefore, although Fang Yong did not agree to Ye Qiuming's words, his tone was already two points weaker.

"It's okay, who wants to cause trouble~!" Shaking his head, Ye Qiuming pointed out.

Staring at Ye Qiuming for a while, Fang Yong suddenly grinned at the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Okay, I don't want to cause trouble either, but several of my subordinates are the kind of people who don't care about learning on weekdays, so they can only go to that group of feed to find it~!"

Speaking of feed, Fang Yong's eyes were staring at Ye Qiuming, seeing that Ye Qiuming did not change in the slightest, he looked at the tall and thin young man with some doubts, and his eyes rolled slightly and added: "The feed I said is what you saw before, for example, he~!"

Pointing at the tall and thin young man, Fang Yong saw that Ye Qiuming's face still hadn't changed much, but he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The reason why this is the case is that Fang Yong also wanted to test whether Ye Qiuming's words were true, but when he saw that Ye Qiuming had not changed anything about the feed three times and twice, he breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you don't save this group of feed, it's okay to lose one or two, it's just a big deal to go upstairs and lure one or two down.

"Zhang Xiaojie, open the door, give this ......." was about to say Ye Qiuming's name, Fang Yong suddenly sounded, as if he hadn't asked yet, without being a little embarrassed, he paused and looked at Ye Qiuming.

"Ye Qiu~!"

"Find someone for this Ye Qiu who knows the location of the dean's office. ”

Fang Yong's words fell, only to see the young man behind him who was just cowering walked out cautiously, and looked at Fang Yong with some fear, only then did he take out a key from his arms and open the iron door that had been vibrating.

The moment the door opened, Ye Qiuming only felt a foul smell coming to his face, as if he had entered a dung pit in an instant, his brows furrowed, and he glanced at the person who had already expected to retreat, and then retreated backwards.

This Fang Yong is also ruthless in his heart, there are more than 20 people in this classroom, it is obvious that all the eating, drinking and Lazar are solved in the classroom, and when the stench clears, Ye Qiuming frowned and walked into the classroom to take a look, only to find that these 20 people were not only eating and drinking Lazar in the classroom, but even their hands and feet were tied to some desks and chairs by shoelaces.

"Hehe, don't be weird, don't be weird~!" Fang Yong didn't know when he followed in, looked at Ye Qiuming's brows and frowned, and explained: "These are not very sensible, it is more peaceful to tie them up, and as he spoke, he kicked a boy who fell by the door away."

No wonder this group of students can be lowered~!

Shaking his head, Ye Qiuming was not shocked by this kind of scene, it was not the first time he had seen this situation, but he didn't expect that this end of the world had just begun, and there was already such a thing.

But thinking about the pig sacrifice, he can also understand, after all, in front of a group of pigs that are sacrificed morning and evening, where can he give a good environment.

Ye Qiuming was thinking about these things, but Zhang Xiaojie had already walked up to Ye Qiuming with a smelly and drunken boy and said, "This is the former president of the student union, he should know about the dean's office." ”

Zhang Xiaojie's face was a little weird, but Ye Qiuming didn't say anything in his eyes, his purpose was only colorful roulette, and the others didn't have half a dime for him.

"You are the president of the student union, you should know about the dean's office if you want to come, take me there, you don't have to be a pig~!" Ye Qiuming shook the peach wood sword in his hand and cut off several shoelaces on the boy's body.

"That, Brother Ye, I've already told him that he will take you there~!"

"Oh?" glanced at Zhang Xiaojie meaningfully, but Ye Qiuming didn't say anything, turned around and walked out.

Now that he has got what he wants, the next thing is naturally to find the dean's office, as for what will happen to this group of people and what they want, what does it have to do with him.

With the student union president, Ye Qiuming walked outside the teaching building, asked the student union president who was a little calm and excessive, and Ye Qiuming walked in the direction of the dean's office.

On the second floor of the teaching building, at this time, Fang Yong was kneeling in front of the tall and thin young man before, and Ye Qiuming would not leave with this tall and thin young man.

"Wang Furui, who is this person?"

Fang Yong walked up to the tall and thin young man and grabbed the tall and thin young man's collar, pulled him closer, and then glared at Wang Furui, who was full of pale faces, and asked.

He had always had doubts about Ye Qiuming's identity, so he shed the tall and thin young man before Ye Qiuming left, and Ye Qiuming naturally would not object to a waste that was useless to himself.

Several subordinates gathered around, each looking at him coldly, but no one said anything, for these people, as long as Fang Yong didn't trouble himself, then everything was fine.

Facing the tall and thin young man for a while, Fang Yong naturally couldn't get any news, Ye Qiuming couldn't easily reveal his news to others, and this tall and thin young man was naturally not surprised.

couldn't ask why, Fang Yong's already somewhat irritable temper became a little more irritable.

"What is he doing in the dean's office, and that weapon with a white light, he must know something......." Fang Yong got up and muttered in confusion as he pushed away the useless tall and thin young man.

He always felt that it was not easy for Ye Qiuming to go to the dean's office, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of a reason, and he didn't want to provoke Ye Qiuming easily.

So much so that at this time, he was a little entangled, on the one hand, he wanted to go to the dean's office to have a look, but on the other hand, he was afraid of any conflict with Ye Qiuming, and it would not end well when the time came.

"Brother Fang, did you say it had anything to do with that thing~!"

Knowing what his boss was worried about, one of his subordinates suddenly opened his mouth to guess.

"You say this?" As soon as his eyes lit up, Fang Yong suddenly took out a Yuan Crystal from his pocket, looked at the subordinate who opened his mouth and asked.

This Yuan Crystal has been collected by him for a long time, but he has never been able to figure out the purpose, but he instinctively feels that it is not simple, and he himself is indeed similar to Ye Qiuming's guess, but the Mo knife was not grabbed by him, but picked up on a dead corpse.