After lunch, Ning Chen followed Wen Qinglan to the principal's office in the administration building.
Wen Yue was sitting inside making tea.
Seeing Ning Chen coming, he quickly stood up and greeted him with a smile, "Little friend, sit down."
"Old man Wen, just say what you want to say. I've been a little busy recently." Ning Chen sat on the sofa.
"Oh? I wonder what my little friend has been busy with recently?" Wen Yue asked curiously.
He thought Ning Chen was busy practicing some peerless martial arts, but the latter took out his mobile phone from his pocket and started playing a game.
"TiMi——"
A crisp sound came from the phone.
Wen Qinglan glanced at it and snorted: "Are you busy beating the king?"
"Why, it can't work?"
Ning Chen didn't raise his head, and kept swiping his thumbs on the screen.
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Wen Yue smiled bitterly and said, "My little friend, can you put down the game for now? I'm here to talk to you about something important."
Ning Chen didn't even raise his head, "This is also an important matter for me! Just say what you want."
"..."
Wen Yue shook his head helplessly, "It happened last time. You beat up the supervision team of the Wushu Association. There is no way the Wushu Association will let it go."
"My friend, are you free this afternoon? I will take you to the headquarters of the Qingzhou Wushu Association. You can apologize to President Liang in person."
"Let me put in a few good words for you. President Liang shouldn't make things too difficult for you, a student."
Ning Chen shook his head, "I'm too lazy to go. If the Wushu Association comes, I can come. I'm not afraid. At worst, I'll beat up that riot squad too."
"..."
The corner of Wen Qinglan's mouth twitched.
Are you crazy? Beat up the riot squad?
"My little friend, please listen to my advice. Young people should not show off their sharp edges, but should know how to restrain themselves."
Wen Yue advised earnestly: "Think about it, an organization as big as the Wushu Association will send people to you in a steady stream, which will annoy you to death. Besides, you still have parents..."
"That's right."
Ning Chen then thought, "Then if I apologize, they can let me go?"
"Yes, yes."
Wen Yue promised again and again.
He keenly discovered that this young man was afraid of nothing but "trouble".
"Then I'll go and apologize."
Ning Chen held the phone and said nonchalantly: "But you have to wait until I finish this round first. I can't cheat my teammates."
Wen Yue: "..."
Wen Qinglan was also completely speechless.
You just said you were going to beat up the riot squad, now you have to apologize?
Does this kid have any backbone as a warrior?
Ten minutes later, Ning Chen looked at the big "Victory" on the screen, smiled knowingly, and finally followed the Wen family out.
Somewhere in the city center is the headquarters of the Qingzhou Wushu Association.
Vice Chairman Liang Yongzhi was presiding over the meeting and was slightly surprised when he heard that Wen Yue had brought Ning Chen.
"Let them wait in the reception room!"
Liang Yongzhi decided to let this kid go for a while to temper his temper.
"Yes, President Liang."
The little secretary was ordered to resign.
This drying lasts for three hours.
Ning Chen was bored with waiting, so he simply took out his cell phone and called Wang Zhe.
Wen Yue and Wen Qinglan could only wait.
"Grandpa, they did it on purpose!"
Wen Qinglan soon became impatient and said to Wen Yue: "I have been sitting here for so long, and apart from adding tea and water, no one from the top has shown up. Grandpa, you are also a permanent director of the Qingzhou Wushu Association. How can they be so disrespectful!"
"A big thing happened in the meeting recently. President Liang and the others were busy in meetings all day." Wen Yue comforted his restless granddaughter.
"event?"
Wen Qinglan blinked curiously, "Is it... that it is rumored on the ancient martial arts forum that Ichiro Tokugawa, the swordsman of the Sakura Kingdom, died in our Qingzhou?"
"Um."
Wen Yue nodded. This matter has been spread in the domestic martial arts circles and is not a secret.
He glanced at Ning Chen, who was beating the king next to him, and revealed:
"Tokugawa Ichiro is an ancestor of the Yasukuni Samurai Association. He has a transcendent status in Sakura Country. Both countries want to investigate his death."
"According to the above intelligence, the person who killed Ichiro Tokugawa was probably the founder of our ancient martial arts association, the hero Chen Yishan!"
When Wen Qinglan heard the name Chen Yishan, she was so frightened that she screamed, "What! Xia Kui, Chen Yishan!?"
"Oh my god! Grandpa, hasn't Xia Kui disappeared for more than ten years? Why did he suddenly show up!"
"Grandpa, is Xiakui in Qingzhou now? He is the idol of all warriors in China. I really want to meet him!"
Wen Qinglan pulled on Wen Yue's sleeves, her eyes filled with adoring little stars.
"Who is Xiakui? How can mortals like us see him?" Wen Yue chuckled.
He glanced at Ning Chen again and found that the latter was still concentrating on playing the game. He couldn't help but ask: "Little friend, do you know the hero?"
"Xia Kui? I don't know, I only know Hua Kui." Ning Chen responded casually.
"Bah!" Wen Qinglan glared at him, "What nonsense are you talking about? You, Xiakui, are you the one who can tease me?"
"Okay, I haven't heard of it." Ning Chen didn't look up the whole time.
"I haven't even heard of Xiakui. I am really ignorant..." Wen Qinglan curled her lips.
Although Ning Chen has the strength of the peak of external strength, he is as clueless as a man who came out of the mountains when it comes to matters in the ancient martial arts world.
After a while, a burly middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit walked into the reception room.
"Mr. Wen, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."
The middle-aged man is Liang Yongzhi, the vice president of the Qingzhou Wushu Association.
"President Liang is serious."
Mr. Wen stood up and waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.
He immediately turned sideways and introduced to Liang Yongzhi: "President Liang, this is Ning Chen. He came here specifically to admit his mistake today."
"oh?"
Liang Yongzhi didn't know it beforehand, so his eyes flashed and he stared at Ning Chen who was playing games on the sofa.
"Little friend!"
Wen Yue quickly reached out and pushed Ning Chen.
Ning Chen reluctantly put his phone back into his pocket, looked Liang Yongzhi up and down, and frowned slightly.
First level of body tempering?
Before coming here, he thought that the vice president of the Qingzhou Martial Arts Association was at least in the Qi refining stage, right? The result is so rubbish.
Although he looked down upon her in every possible way, for the sake of a peaceful life, he still took the initiative to say hello, "President Liang, hello."
"Huh..." Wen Yue breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ning Chen, right? Huo Ou was injured by you?"
Liang Yongzhi sat on the sofa, picked up the tea cup and drank, "Who is your master? Do you know what the crime of attacking the supervision team is, ah? You are so brave!!"
He slammed the tea cup on the coffee table, making a loud "bang!"
This move shocked the personal secretary and Wen Qinglan around him!
But Ning Chen couldn't help laughing.
An ant that has not even reached the Qi refining stage is pretending to be cool in front of an old monster like him, who is in the Nascent Soul stage. Why does he want to laugh so much?
