Urban Perspective Little Doctor

Wesson is wearing an Armani tailored suit today, wearing a blue tie, and standing on the podium like a green pine with a height of one meter and eight meters. He looks energetic and handsome, with a cool taste.

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

Obviously you can fight for background and appearance. He just wants to fight for strength. This is the waywardness of Wesson as a strong man.

Today’s ceremony was originally planned by the school. The original plan was to arrange the ceremony on a larger occasion, but the plan was rejected by Wesson.

The reason for Wesson’s refusal is that he hopes to deal with the matter in a low-key manner. In fact, he knows the real reason behind this.

Wesson, who was under the spotlight, finally fell on the back of the classroom.

At the very inconspicuous position at the end of the classroom sat an ordinary-looking, very inconspicuous teenager. This is the third time that Wesson has set his eyes on him, but the other party has not responded.

Pang Feng’s expression was very plain and calm from beginning to end. That plain and calm made Wesson very uncomfortable. In fact, he did not expect Pang Feng to show his worship like other people, but according to common sense, there was a contradiction between the two. The wind must show a bit of disdain, some sour taste, right?

Unfortunately, there is nothing in Pang Feng's expression, as plain as water, plain to indifference.

Wesson felt that he had been ignored. This sense of ignorance made him feel uncomfortable and annoyed, because Pang Feng's attitude was actually a kind of pride.

Wesson is a proud person himself, and he does not 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!" Wesson secretly said in his heart, he clenched his fist hard, and there was a fire burning in his chest.

Did the things of last Friday really pass? Wesson knew very well in his heart that the humiliation he suffered last Friday will never pass, and he must find the opportunity to double the humiliation he suffered and return it back.

"You are very good at fighting, and it is indeed beyond my expectation that you can achieve great internal strength at your cultivation level. But now in a civilized society, what you fight is background and intelligence, and you can fight and kill. At best, it's just a gangster.

To truly become the pride of the upper class, what is needed is wisdom beyond ordinary people, and what is needed is strong personal charm and leadership.

Pang Feng, you are just a hillbilly. In which aspect can you compare with me? "

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

Today, his goal of requesting an appointment ceremony in the classroom has been achieved. In this way, he told the whole school of Chinese medicine that he Wesson is the best.

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

Amid thunderous applause, Wesson was holding a scarlet cover letter of appointment. The reporters who had been waiting outside all rushed over at this time. This incident was a big news. The talent of the genius college student was full of gimmicks. .

"Flap, pop, pop!" The flash hit Wesson's face, and a smile finally appeared on Wesson's cool face.

This smile appeared, making him more friendly and attractive.

The following his fellows made a booze, especially Li Yujia. Although his face was still swollen, he 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 shouted loudly. He waved his fist fiercely, and his eyes swept toward Pang Feng in protest, full of provocation.

Pang Feng smiled lightly and narrowed his eyes to look at Li Yujia. The two of them looked at each other in the air. Li Yujia's arrogant movements instantly converged, his expression changed, and he did not dare to provoke him after all.

Pang Feng's glance made him feel inexplicably tight.

He still remembers the two slaps that day, which can be said to be unforgettable. Deep down in his heart, he is already afraid of Pang Feng.

The appointment ceremony was over, and the media visited Wesson separately and interviewed students in the Chinese medicine class.

In the face of the media, Wesson was still cool and seemed extremely reserved, but the surrounding classmates were more active than one, Wesson’s attendants, and the group of girls who chased Wesson, each of them faced Wesson in front of the media. Extremely complimented, extremely packaged, and praised Wesson as if only in the sky.

"Student Wesson, I heard that you are an all-rounder. Not only do you have excellent academic performance and excellent Chinese medicine, but you are also a master of martial arts. It is said that your martial arts have reached a very high level. According to the words of the industry, you have reached the level of internal strength.

Our friends in the media are very curious, because it is impossible for us to meet a master like you in our daily lives, so student Wesson, can you show your hand in front of our camera lens and open our eyes? "A female reporter with a cameraman raised a microphone and asked Wesson with a smile.

As soon as she raised this question, the originally extremely warm and noisy classroom suddenly became silent, and all the classmates closed their voices in unison.

Many of Wesson's followers were all dumb, and the expressions of those fans were also frozen.

This series of sudden changes caused the female reporter to ask questions with a dazed expression, wondering why such a situation suddenly appeared.

Did you say something wrong? Or what's going on?

"Cough, cough!" Wesson coughed slightly, and said in a very embarrassing manner: "Beauty, what you heard is a misinformation. In fact, martial arts is just a small hobby of mine. I don't have a systematic practice. No formal apprenticeship in martial arts.

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

The female reporter nodded repeatedly to express her understanding, and then said: "That's OK, classmate Wesson, you can show us the martial arts you usually use for fitness, let us also learn, and follow the fitness exercise, maybe it can Lead the trend!"

Wesson swallowed the saliva from his throat with difficulty. In such a moment, the sweat on his forehead and the sweat on his back had soaked his clothes.

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

Immediately he couldn't bear it, his face changed, and he said, "I said that your media reporters are all brain-handicapped? Today is the day I became a researcher at the Academy of Chinese Medicine. Shouldn't your reporting focus be on medicine?

What are those fighting and killing in martial arts? If you want to see this, find a martial arts gym where it's all, that is, there is no need to use the brain, the limbs are developed, is it necessary for me to demonstrate? "