There was no awe or sarcasm in the registrar's calm eyes, he just pointed out lightly.
This caused the boy's displeasure.
Crayon Shin-chan's thick black eyebrows were raised, and he glared sideways at the blind registrar in front of him.
"Do you know who I am, young master?"
He puffed out from his garlic nose and gritted his teeth from his sausage-like mouth.
"I don't know, there's no need."
The scrupulous registrar released six words, which made everyone burst into laughter.
Who are you? I don’t know, and there is no need.
If you pull, I will be more aggressive.
This is the arrogance of Xingyue. No one in Xingyue can compete with the teacher, compete with each other, or compare with family background, because it is useless.
One person is completely isolated from the strength of the family. Only if you are powerful can you have the capital to challenge your mentor.
"You...you...you...ow!!"
The fat pig pointed his finger at the registrar in front of him who didn't give him any face. Before you could figure out why, his index finger was already useless.
He just held his hands and stepped aside.
Let other people who originally wanted to jump in line have to wait in line obediently. After all, this place has been abandoned, and if you go out, it will be an embarrassment to your family.
"queue."
Not a high-pitched tone, not an arrogant tone, just a plain sentence. All the other arrogant boys and girls calmed down and lined up obediently.
Du Qingling stood obediently in the queue, took out the book from her backpack, and looked at it quietly.
But in the sunlight, the book flashed with a dark red light. The four characters "Death Girl" disappeared into the book.
The queue was very long, and everyone was sweating profusely in the hot summer. But they dared not speak out in anger. Everyone was afraid of becoming the next fat man.