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Chapter 22 Toy Pistols

"I think I'm right." Luo Lin suddenly spoke. He stared at his feet and said slowly, "The safe area is indeed safe for too long. It's so long that I forgot the pain that the so-called ants in civilian areas endured."

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhang Qi waved his hand, "You go out first, you don't need to attend the afternoon class anymore. Wait for the dean's reply and see how the college will deal with you. Zhou Tai, you can also deal with the injury and continue to go back to class."

Rollin nodded and walked out the door.

After walking for a few steps, Zhou Tai's sneer suddenly came from behind: "Bad server, you're going to be thick this time."

Luo Lin was stunned. Why did he use a Fujian accent?

When I saw Zhou Taikong's hole, I realized that this guy was speechless...

"Oh?" Luo Lin laughed. To be honest, he really didn't think he would be fired. After all, Lin Feng had brought him too many doubts and guesses before.

It is time to verify whether your cheap dad is the so-called big shot, or whether there are big shots observing him in secret.

"Why don't we make a bet. If I'm being slapped, then I'll kneel down and call Dad. If I'm not slapped, do you kneel down and call Grandpa?" Luo Lin sneered and said in Zhou Tai's tone.

Seeing that Luo Lin actually learned his expectations, Zhou Tai was furious. Although he felt something was wrong, he nodded.

No, why am I a generation younger than him?

Zhou Tai was stunned, but then he felt that it didn't matter. After all, the nature of the student in class was enough to get anyone fired.
Chapter completed!
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