On the engagement night, I became the favorite of my mortal enemy

Chapter 112 I Can't Take You As A Disciple

Song Tang's eyes flashed fiercely, and just as he was about to raise his hand to block it, Liu Chengye's body suddenly convulsed and he froze, only the corners of his mouth and eyes were still twitching in fear.

Song Tang looked surprised and didn't know what happened.

At this time, everyone watching the excitement got out of the way and said respectfully: "Dean..."

"Dean..."

"Dean..."

As the voice approached, the dean came from the crowd holding a stainless steel rice bowl.

Walking to the paralyzed Liu Chengye, the dean leaned over to pick up a chopstick from the ground and put it back in his lunch box.

Song Tang's face was full of surprise.

If she read it correctly, the moment Liu Chengye hit her, Dean Zhang threw a chopstick from a distance of three meters and hit Liu Chengye's Dazhui point, causing Liu Chengye to be temporarily paralyzed.

What a beautiful kung fu...

Want to learn.

At this time, Liu Mian and the security guard hurried over. She first saw Liu Chengye, and then realized that the dean was also there. She immediately bowed to the dean with an ugly face: "Dean."

After saying that, she pulled her dad over and complained: "Dad, please stop making trouble! This is a hospital!"

Liu Mian's eyes were red and she was almost crying because of Liu Chengye's anger. She had never been so embarrassed in her life.

Dean Zhang looked at Liu Chengye, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and then looked at Liu Mian: "Is this your dad?"

Liu Mian said apologetically: "Dean, I'm sorry, there is something private between my father and Song Tang. I didn't expect it to turn out like this..."

After all, Dean Zhang only cares about Liu Mian's face: "If you have something to deal with privately, what kind of trouble would it be like in the hospital?"

Liu Mian lowered his head deeply: "I understand."

At this time, the security guards also came and evacuated the crowd watching the fun. Liu Mian wanted to take Liu Chengye away, but Zhou Zilin and Lan Wani stopped him: "Just leave after beating the person. I don't care what you are doing in private." Please apologize to Dr. Song!"

"Yes! Apologize to Dr. Song!"

People from the Municipal First Hospital team stood in a row and blocked the corridor tightly, making it clear that they would not be able to leave without apologizing.

Dean Zhang narrowed his eyes, thinking that Song Tang was quite popular.

Seeing that something was wrong, Liu Mian pushed Liu Chengye and whispered, "Dad, apologize to Song Tang."

Liu Chengye stared: "I am her uncle, should I apologize to her?"

"..." Liu Mian had a headache and could only hold back his temper and patiently explained: "Do you have evidence to prove that Song Tang reported you?"

Liu Chengye frowned: "There is no one else except her!"

Liu Mian and Liu Chengye couldn't explain each other clearly. Liu Mian was so angry that her eyes were red, and she simply threw her hands away: "You can do whatever you want, I don't care!"

"Hey!"

Liu Mianzhen left, and the people from the First City Hospital pressed forward again, surrounding Liu Chengye.

Liu Chengye stared: "What are you doing! Do you still want to fight with me?"

After speaking, Liu Chengye pushed Zhou Zilin and Lan Wanni away arrogantly and left as if no one was around.

"Who are you? He's just a hooligan! Bah!" After a few people scolded him, they went to comfort Song Tang. Some people even brought ice packs to apply on Song Tang's face.

Dean Zhang glanced at Song Tang and said, "Come to my office later."

After saying that, he turned his back and left.

After the injury on his face healed, Song Tang went to the dean's office.

Coincidentally, the door to the dean's office was open, but the dean was not inside.

Song Tang saw the dart board hanging on the wall of the dean's office, and couldn't help but think of the dean's ability to fly chopsticks just now. He couldn't help but pick up a dart with his itchy hands and throw it out with all his strength.With a snap, it hit the target.

"Cough!" Dean Zhang coughed hard at the door.

Song Tang then retracted his hand that wanted to take the dart again and stood silently.

Dean Zhang took the thermos cup he had just filled with water and walked to his desk to sit down.

Then he raised his eyelids and looked at Song Tang, his face showing no emotion or anger: "Do you know why I called you here?"

Song Tang: "I don't know."

Dean Zhang slapped a copy of the review on the table.

Then take a second copy.

third copy.

……

The tenth copy.

Dean Zhang said: "You are really good."

Song Tang smiled: "The dean has set a good example."

Dean Zhang snorted.

When Zhang Yuanmiao was young, he was also naughty and disobedient to discipline. His teacher often asked him to write self-criticisms.

As for him, he felt that he was a genius and had great literary talent, and the reviews he wrote were never the same, so he opened a special column and published all his reviews.

At that time, the number of views of the column was very few, which made Zhang Yuanmiao feel that no one understood his literary talent.

Fast forward more than ten years, and his life was full of glory. Until a few days ago, Song Tang's copy of the review came to him, and Zhang Yuanmiao's face turned green.

Song Tang stepped forward, pointed to one of the reviews, connected the first words of each paragraph together, and read: "The dragon shakes its head, the phoenix swings its tail, labor and management will not regret what they do."

Open the second review and still connect the first letters of each paragraph: "Don't bow your head, the crown will fall off, don't cry, the bad guys will laugh."

Chapter [-]: "Play with life and don't take it too seriously. No one can leave alive in the end anyway."

Chapter [-]: "It is always difficult for gentle and correct people to survive, because this world is neither gentle nor correct."

Before Song Tang could open the fifth chapter, Old Man Zhang was already embarrassed on the outside and tender on the inside. He suddenly pressed the stack of self-examination letters with his hand: "Stop reading!"

Song Tang stopped his hand at the right time and stood still.

Zhang Yuanmiao really regrets that period in her second year of middle school. Looking back now, her face will always turn red and her blood pressure will soar.

Zhang Yuanmiao covered her self-reflection as if covering something shameful, and looked at Song Tang speechlessly: "What do you want to do?"

Song Tang said seriously: "Don't bow your head, the crown will fall off, don't cry..."

"Hey~" Zhang Yuanmiao held his forehead, and the wrinkles on his face could kill a fly.

Song Tang stopped reading.

Zhang Yuanmiao looked at the dart that Song Tang threw towards the dart board, and said with an ugly expression, "Do you want to become my disciple?"

Song Tang's eyes lit up, and before she could nod, Zhang Yuanmiao waved his hand and said, "No, I'm already planning to accept Liu Mian as my closed disciple."

Song Tang's face sank and he said expressionlessly: "I'm really sad for myself. I am forced to be with humans every minute and every second 24 hours a day... You have disobeyed me to this extent, and I only let you sit down. It’s no longer enough, kneel down!”

"Hey! Hey! What a sin!" Zhang Yuanmiao pounded her legs in embarrassment, raised her hand to beg Song Tang to stop, and then said seriously: "It's not that I don't want to take you in, it's that I can't help myself."

Song Tang looked at Zhang Yuanmiao, waiting for his explanation.

Zhang Yuanmiao coughed twice and said sternly: "I'm just the director, but the actual person who controls the hospital is Zhou Sihui. You see, someone like me who is paid to speak has to look at his face. You said you pushed him into the river when he was a child. If I offend him, if I accept you as my apprentice, wouldn't I be going against him?"

(End of this chapter)