Big Shot’s Reincarnation Sweeps the World

This time I really went all out.

"no."

Qin Yuan's heart sank for a moment, she knew that it would be useless to beg Sheng Yang, but she just couldn't be reconciled, she really wanted to go.

Sheng Yang looked at her, and then said again, "I can't decide this matter, you have to go to Principal Liao and see what he has to say."

Qin Yuan suddenly raised her head, Sheng Yang showed her a way, but in an instant, her eyes darkened again.

Principal Liao? She doesn't seem to have Principal Liao's phone number.

"Here." Sheng Yang wrote a note and handed it to her. Qin Yuan scanned it and counted it in a second. The mobile phone number is eleven, which is really correct, exactly, but how could Sheng Yang have Principal Liao's number? ?

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Sheng Yang left this sentence and continued to work on his own affairs.

Seeing that she had no other choice, Qin Yuan could only dial the number suspiciously.

**

Three days later, a bus appeared at the gate of Imperial Capital University, and Principal Liao was there, waiting at the gate with Ji Qingming and other teachers.

Principal Liao didn't have much expression on his face, he looked businesslike.

The bus door opened, and an old man with silver hair and beard got off first. He had the inherent body of a white man. He was tall, with fat lower limbs, a thick waist, but deep facial features, blond hair and blue eyes, and a high nose bridge. He wore round silver glasses. There is a circle of chains around it. It is Wilson, the teacher who led the Ivy League last year.

Don't look at him being chubby, smiling, honest and kind, in fact he is the most sinister, and it is precisely because of such a leading teacher that the students under him are so unscrupulous.

He just got out of the car, glanced at it wantonly, and said in English with a smile on his face, "It doesn't seem to have changed here."

Principal Liao said with a cold face, "Mr. Wilson, I know you can speak Chinese. Since you are here, it is better to do as the Romans do."

"What? Principal Liao, your English is not good?"

Principal Liao hadn't had a seizure yet, and Ji Qingming on the side was the first to greet Wilson in English, "Mr. Wilson, long time no see."

Principal Liao couldn't help giving him a blank look, while Ji Qingming pretended to be innocent. He came from afar, so we should be a bit of a big country.

He finished explaining to Principal Liao with his eyes, tried to comfort both sides, and then walked up to shake hands with Wilson, "How is the editor-in-chief of BIO, Mr. Austin? When you go back, say hello to him for me."

Principal Liao didn't know what to say for a while. This Professor Ji, he used to think that he was ambitious and eager for quick success, but now he found that he was also very confused about right and wrong.

He wants to be the director of the school office? Heh, such a character, I'm afraid it's far from perfect.

After the teacher waited for a long time, these Ivy League students got out of the car one after another, and their eyes swept over unscrupulously. They didn't seem to be visiting, but rather came to visit the vegetable garden.

Most of the students are white, but there are also blacks, because the Ivy League, that is, the Ivy League, is a big mix. It is located in the northeastern United States, and there are all kinds of races. Blacks have better physical fitness and will also enter as special students.

Ji Qingming thought too much, and he still had the demeanor that Principal Liao should have, so he said slowly, "Everyone must be tired after coming from a long distance. I will take you to the cafeteria for dinner first, and then arrange accommodation."

He still insisted on speaking Chinese. He knew that the group of people who came here, whether they were students or teachers, could understand Chinese, or even proficient in it. Otherwise, the Ivy League would not be able to send them here.