In the auditorium, there was a somewhat frozen atmosphere for a moment. Wang Jin, who was standing in front of the microphone on the high platform, was interrupted by a burst of sparse applause from his speech. He frowned slightly and raised his eyes to look at the people below.
He was condescending and could see at a glance the old students of Beidou Seven Schools sitting in the corners of the auditorium below. When Wang Jin looked at it, these old students of Beidou Seven Schools also stopped applauding, and each one used their belts.
With a somewhat provocative smile, he met Wang Jin's eyes.
The air seemed to become oppressive for an instant.
The freshmen sitting in the auditorium were all extremely nervous at this time. They could all see that these people were coming with bad intentions, and their bodies were a little tense.
Zhang Zehong, who was on the high platform, always had that smile on his face, turning a blind eye to the oppressive atmosphere in the auditorium.
After looking at the people below for a few seconds, Wang Jin looked away and shook the speech in his hand.
"so……"
He opened his mouth and just said two words.
Snap, snap, snap.
Among the people below, a boy with a short hair took the lead. From the corners, sparse applause immediately sounded again, interrupting Wang Jin's speech.
Snap.
Wang Jin clenched the hand that held the speech script tightly, and looked up coldly at the boy who took the lead in applauding below.
The short-haired boy had a provocative smile on his face. He leaned back on the chair in a leisurely manner and looked at Wang Jin without fear.
There was no anger on Wang Jin's face. He first turned his head and looked at Zhang Zehong and other teachers sitting next to him. He found that the latter were sitting very upright in their seats, looking straight ahead, as if they were worried about what was happening in the auditorium.
Everything was completely ignored.
Wang Jin immediately understood what these teachers were thinking.
The hand holding the speech script dropped slightly, and the other hand grabbed the microphone in front of him closer to him.
"Today, as a freshman representative, I gave a speech at the freshman assembly. But some little mice sneaked into this auditorium."
He spoke into the phone and sighed softly, his tone seeming to be somewhat helpless.
"Originally, it's not too late to clean up such annoying things like mice after the business is done, so I planned to wait until I finished my speech as the freshman representative before cleaning up these little mice."
"But, these rats insist on chirping down there when the master is doing business, disturbing people's peace and disturbing the master's business."
"Then, I'd better take action now and clean out these little mice before making other plans. Otherwise, it would be bad if these mice disturb our freshman meeting."
Wang Jin spoke neither hastily nor slowly, his tone was very calm, and there seemed to be no trace of anger after his speech was interrupted.
His faint voice, amplified by the microphone in front of him, spread clearly throughout the entire auditorium and echoed in the ears of everyone in the auditorium.
However, these few words he said in a calm tone made the freshmen below who were still a little nervous boil at this moment!
These old students from Beidou Seven Schools who came to the freshman meeting of Daxia's First Military University with such an arrogant attitude, as if they were the masters here, were just like little mice in Wang Jin's eyes.
!
Yes, they are rats!
After yesterday's battle, Wang Jin has become the spiritual totem of this group of freshmen. At this time, Wang Jin's faint voice seemed to give this group of freshmen inexplicable encouragement. At this moment, this group of freshmen looked at this group of freshmen again.
Among the arrogant old students, there was no longer any nervousness, but only contempt.
What's so scary about a bunch of rats?
"Damn it, little kid, what are you calling a dog? Who are you calling a mouse?"
And Wang Jin's faint words undoubtedly made the group of old students from Beidou Seven Schools below furious. They were all top students from Beidou Seven Schools. They attracted much attention wherever they went. When would they be compared to others?
Ever been a mouse?
The short-haired boy who had just taken the lead in applauding was the first to stand up, pointed at Wang Jin on the high platform and cursed angrily.
"Not convinced?"
The short-haired boy was pointing at and scolding him from afar, but Wang Jin on the high platform had no intention of getting angry.
He smiled and flicked the speech paper he held in his hand with his fingers, making a chirping sound. After the sound was amplified, it spread clearly throughout the entire auditorium.
"It's a joke. You're a sick guy, what qualifications do you have to convince us?"
The short-haired boy sneered and was about to step towards the high platform: "I would like to consider whether your martial arts skills are as tough as your mouth!"
However, as soon as the short-haired boy took a step out of his seat, an extremely fast sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded in his ears.
The wind was as fast as lightning, and it brought out a sharp whistling sound. Under the flash of lightning, the short-haired boy didn't even have any room to think. He was so frightened that he almost instinctively exerted all his strength while fighting.
He stepped back, twisting his body with all his strength, trying to avoid the roaring wind.
Ding ding ding!
This boy with a short head was indeed very strong. In the blink of an eye, he had already retreated five to six meters away and to the side wall. When he had no way to retreat, his body twisted like lightning at the same time.
Benedict!
A ray of white light passed by the short-haired boy's face like lightning, and accompanied by a sound like a knife being pierced into wood, the white light was fiercely inserted into the wall behind the short-cut boy, and was still shaking slightly.
There was already a blood mark on the face of the short-haired boy. When the blood gurgled out, he turned his head with a bit of shock and saw the thing on the wall that was still shaking slightly. It was the one that Wang Jin pinched just now.
Speech script in hand.
A piece of white paper as thin as a cicada's wings, not only easily left a trace of blood on the face of the short-haired boy, but it was also inserted into the wall as easily as a knife cutting tofu.
"You want to do something?"
At this time, Wang Jin's faint voice clearly echoed through the entire auditorium from the microphone.
Gulu.
The boy's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
He knew that he was able to barely dodge the white paper that was shot at him not because he was strong, but because the white paper was not aimed at his vital points from the moment it was shot.
Even so, I was still hurt by this blank piece of paper.
He now understood that as long as Wang Jin was willing, he could even use this piece of white paper to tear his own throat apart before he could react!
This guy's strength is far superior to mine!
This is a monster!
At this moment, the short-haired boy who was a bit provocative just now did not dare to look at Wang Jin at all.