"I can guarantee, but I can't guarantee why I throw it away. I'm a monk, and I won't kill anyone casually, except for the wicked." Wuchen roared louder than the dean.
Although she hated Du Ziwen, but this woman's words made her sick, she just frightened her, it couldn't really kill anyone.
The dean was stunned for a moment, and soon his face became darker. He pointed at Wuchen and scolded: "Death does not repent, full of nonsense, and even has the face to say that he is a monk, which monk has you cruel? You...you...you I am so disappointed!"
Ye Qingqing hurriedly explained: "Director, my sister is really a monk, she didn't lie, I have proof."
She pretended to rummage through things in her bag, and took out a few photos from the space, which she took as a souvenir for Wuchen and the two masters in the temple when she left the temple. She kept all the important things in the space.
In the photo, Wuchen is wearing a gray monk's robe, with a bald head that is brighter than a light bulb, standing between the two masters, with the temple in the background.
Ye Qingqing handed the photo to the dean, "This was taken by my sister when she was seven years old. Before she was seven, she lived in the temple and was raised by the two masters of the temple. My sister didn't grow her hair until she was ten years old. She has always been a vegetarian and never eats meat, you can ask Wuchen about this."
The dean of education looked at the little bald head in the photo, and then at the stubborn Wuchen, whose appearance didn't change much. At first glance, he knew that he was alone, and his expression softened.
"Even if she didn't lie about this, her behavior of throwing people was so bad that she didn't realize her mistake and felt that she was right."
Ye Qingqing said with an apologetic smile: "Director, I also have to explain that my sister can really guarantee that she has practiced martial arts since she was a child and is born with supernatural powers. "
The dean's face turned even darker. He could see it clearly. This family is all the same from big to small. He is also a big man of 178. Even if he doesn't practice martial arts, he is not tofu. Hundreds of them are not opponents, huh, I underestimate him too!
"It has nothing to do with the quantity." Wuchen interrupted suddenly.
Other teachers didn't understand, and so did the dean. What do you mean?
"It's like an elephant and an ant. Ten thousand ants are not the opponents of an elephant. It has nothing to do with the quantity. It's not the same level at all. It's boring to compare it." "Director, you are old and frail, and you haven't done anything evil yet, so I won't do anything to you."
The dean's face is darker than charcoal. He is only less than sixty years old, so why is he old and frail?
The other teachers tensed their faces. Now they are discussing very serious matters, so don't laugh.
But this female classmate named Ye Wuchen is really funny, and they can see that this Ye Wuchen is not crazy, in fact, she is heartless, short for two fools.
Ye Qingqing glared fiercely, and flattered the dark-faced dean: "Director, don't have the same knowledge as this dead girl, she has always spoken carelessly, but I really didn't lie to you, my sister is indeed a kung fu master, she said. Nothing will happen, nothing will happen.”
"What guarantee do you take? The acceleration and inertia of the five-story building are so great, how can you guarantee that nothing will happen?" Du Ziwen's father asked, not believing it at all.
"The result is that your daughter is all right, it's not all right now." Ye Qingqing said.
"That's because my daughter is lucky." Mother Du said sharply.