688: C688 Why Did Your Father Give Birth to Such a Stupid Son

C688 Why Did Your Father Give Birth to Such a Stupid Son

Yang Ling looked at the boy and smiled. "Little sister Chenxi, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are becoming more and more beautiful."

"Eh? Ah! Really?"

Guen Chenxi's face was red. She had completely forgotten about her current situation. In her eyes, there was only Yang Ling.

"Ding! You have praised Guen Chenxi. She has + 5 to your Intimacy. Current Intimacy: 90."

There was a saying that went, love comes from the eyes of the beholder. In the eyes of this tyrant, Yang Ling had already become the perfect incarnation.

Yang Ling was afraid that she would faint if he said a few more words. After smiling and nodding, he turned to Remo and Fann Bowen and said indifferently: "Both of you, Qiling and Chenxi want to have lunch with me."

"Sorry, please go back."

Once these words were said, the scene once again burst into an uproar.

So the person these two beautiful bookworm liked was Ling!

It was not strange that the top scorer and the flower seeker liked the top scorer. This was too normal!

In that case, the Divine Dragon that Su Qiling spoke of, the most powerful person in the world that Guen Chenxi spoke of, was also referring to Ling.

Someone suddenly said. "Compared to ordinary people, Ling is indeed the Divine Dragon in the sky!"

"That's right. He can make Boxing King, Justin, kneel down and lick him. He might really be the most powerful person in the world."

"Digging? What the two junior sisters said is not a problem!"

Everyone exclaimed after they had sorted out their thoughts. Many people looked at Remo and Fann Bowen with malicious intentions.

These two second-generation rich kids who stood out from the rest of the world and Ling stood together. They were instantly defeated.

Whether it was temperament, background, or personal ability, they were all crushed. How could a beautiful bookworm eat with you?!

Remo and Fann Bowen's expressions had already turned ugly when Yang Ling arrived.

However, they were after all people who cared about their reputation. Once they lost here, in the eyes of everyone in the school, they would be slightly inferior to Yang Ling in the future.

From then on, the F4 era would become a thing of the past. This was something they could not tolerate!

Fann Bowen coldly snorted. "Yang Ling, I admit that you are very powerful, but you have to know that this is Hua University, and my father is the principal of the university!"

"Today, the two junior sisters must follow us to lunch. If you dare to say no, you will receive a letter of discharge tomorrow!"

When these words came out, everyone was dumbfounded once again. This was using the authority of the principal to pressure others!

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on Yang Ling. Faced with such a situation, would Ling choose to calm the matter down?

Yang Ling looked at Fann Bowen in surprise for a while, then he suddenly threw out a slap.

"Pa!"

After a crisp sound, Fann Bowen fell to the ground.

The scene became dead silent. Fann Bowen covered his swollen cheek and looked at Yang Ling in disbelief. "You, you dare hit me?"

"You..."

He did not know what to say for a moment.

Yang Ling sighed and shook his head. "Your dad and I know each other (when he helped Jiang Hua and the others to get in through the back door). Old Fan is such a smart person. Why did he give birth to a stupid son like you?"2

"You want to fire me?"

"Do you want to kill your dad?" asked Wang Yao.

Everyone was still in a daze after hearing what Yang Ling said. However, the last sentence reminded them.

Everyone suddenly understood.

Who was Yang Ling?

Putting aside billions of dollars, he was a figure that had been praised by the leaders of the capital!

He was one of the young representatives of the Huaxia in the new era!

If you fire him, wouldn't you be slapping the leader's face?

Didn't you offend all the people in the country?

I'm afraid that the principal will be expelled before the letter of discharge arrives...

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