Wan Changsheng was not even interested in watching the finals.

It was Guo Huaisheng who dragged him out of the construction site of the sculpture factory: "Even the masters of the sculpture factory have to cheer for the team, why don't you keep up? Do you still have a sense of collective honor? If it's not that you have poor skills, you have to pull you and train yourself to become a goalkeeper, and you're anxious to see you follow the Chinese painting department!"

Wan Changsheng went helplessly.

Xu Luo is the main force of the sculpture system. Although he is shorter than Wan Changsheng, he is strong and strong, and can rush and fight like steel and iron. His strength interprets what the beauty of strength and speed is.

Guo Huaisheng just pulled his little apprentice to feel this: "You may not like football, but you must be able to understand the beauty of sports. It's like you want ordinary people to understand art. It makes no sense to resist."

Wan Changsheng tried his best to focus on observation. He played three games himself. He did think that football is a very confrontational sport and would be injured at any time, but he had not yet understood the specific attraction.

Guo Huaisheng didn't say much, and called his students to try his best to cheer for the players on the court.

Unfortunately, Wan Changsheng's Buddhist mentality, or the bystander mentality of insight into the joys and sorrows of the world, is hard to be excited by this so-called first movement of simulated war. He can only calmly find something to attract himself from the artist's perspective. At this time, he heard a voice beside him: "Wan Changsheng, let's talk?"

Wan Changsheng turned around and Mao Dongyang was wearing a cold-proof suit that was very dirty, which was much more implicit and low-key than his previous leather jackets, and his expression was very serious.

So Wan Changsheng, who nodded happily, was not very arrogant. He followed the other party away from the teachers and students of the Academy of Fine Arts who stood on several floors and spoke on the slightly deserted avenue: "What are you going to talk about? Now we have a case, oh, they say this is a legal dispute relationship, and it is not suitable for talking about privately, right?"

Mao Dongyang's speech was softer: "We don't have a deep hatred, and we won't make a fuss like this for a girl..."

Wan Changsheng shook his head: "Before the legal verdict, I would respectfully call you Teacher Mao. This is you who steals our information in order to do your own business. Before that, I have nothing to do with you. Don't divert your attention and involve this criminal fact with fictitious girls. This is very immoral and is exaggerating yourself in a hypocritical way."

Mao Dongyang took a deep breath and completely put down his posture: "What are you going to do? Seeing me being sentenced to criminal trial and then being sentenced to many years of imprisonment, my life has ended like this. I came out of the countryside and struggled for twenty or thirty years and was ruined by a small matter. Is this your ultimate expectation? Can I relieve your hatred? I also feel very regretful and self-blame about what happened. Isn't this enough?"

Wan Changsheng looked at the plot rehearsed, not only was he not moved or felt guilty, but he even wanted to laugh: "You won't regret or blame yourself before the matter was exposed. As for this small matter, it was the student data information we accumulated by investing more than two million in faculty and advertising expenses this year. You stole it without saying a word, and tried to shake the data of new students we spent millions next year. You are too angry. It's already a huge thing for me, a rural student. A word of regret and self-blame can erase this matter. What should the police and the judge do?"

Speaking of this, Wan Changsheng picked up his arm very rarely.

He has always been gentle and friendly, but now he has given many teachers and students some illusions, and he feels that Wan Changsheng is a good old man and is easy to talk to.

But only when a girl who becomes his opponent or wants to pursue him can she realize that this guy is actually as strong as iron.

Just like this action, it is tall and wide, and holding your arms is even more like a thousand miles away.

Originally, behavioral psychology defines this action as resistance.

Mao Dongyang, who was begging for mercy, had no choice but to lower his voice: "Even if I apologize to you for compensation for the losses this time, I can get your understanding as much as possible. Try to settle out of court. Can you offer a price, okay?"

Wan Changsheng shook his head cleanly: "No, no one told me that this matter can be settled. I'd better listen to the law to judge everything. If you do something wrong, you should be punished."

Mao Dongyang gritted his teeth a little: "You just hate me so much?"

Wan Changsheng laughed out loud: "You overestimate yourself. It's not that you came to me. I didn't take you to heart at all. If you want to hate, I just hate you for your misbehavior, but I also hurt a simple young female teacher. I will never let go of this because you let an innocent female teacher be involved in such a dirty case, or use a deceptive way to deceive your feelings. Whether she wakes up or not, I will remember this double harm from the spirit and prison disaster on your head, because you, a person with moral corruption and dark psychology, will not be grateful for your heart just because I let you go. Once you have the chance, you will still harm me mercilessly."

Mao Dongyang took several deep breaths one after another: "I didn't expect you to be so ruthless!"

This sentence is similar to Wu Guibo's previous words, and Wan Changsheng laughed even more: "I am very kind to kind people, but if you think this kind of kindness can be used, it's just that you think too much, and there is nothing else to do, and you don't have any speculations."

Mao Dongyang burned his boats: "What are you still worried about?"

Wan Changsheng, who was about to turn around, seemed to smile: "What do you think?"

Mao Dongyang seems to have made several plans and get the minimum profit step by step: "If I tell you the truth about your fraud case, can it be exchanged for out-of-court settlement?"

Wan Changsheng hehe: "Teacher Mao, are you a detective or a movie too much? That is indeed the thing I am most worried about, but tell me the truth. Even if it can be proved to be true, why should I guarantee to reconcile with you? You are so mysterious and thought it is so precious news. In the freshman year, everyone around me, including teachers, know that this matter is inseparable from Lin Jianwei, and you may have done something in it. When you mention this matter at this time, is it considered a rush to seek medical treatment? Add fuel to your own fire and add to the first level?"

Mao Dongyang was completely disrupted by Wan Changsheng's rhythm of not playing according to the routine: "You! It has nothing to do with me! He came to me on his own initiative and said how to operate it. I just need to expose the news to the most suitable person!"

Wan Changsheng had no surprise of knowing the truth at all: "Lin Jianwei was vicious at such a young age. You are a role model and narrow-minded. People like you should not stay in the Academy of Fine Arts!"

Speaking of this, it seemed like a goal scored on the court over there, and there was a cheer. Wan Changsheng raised his hand and pointed: "Did you hear it? This is the sound of the campus, the sound of books and the cheers for physical exercise, not the dirty and dirty evil ways. Just like Wu Guibo, standing next to him, he heard us sarcastically and revealing your news to please me, people like you deserve to get out together. If you want to blame him, blame him for betraying you with ulterior motives. I did nothing."

How could Wan Changsheng, who had been throwing bait for years, get caught when he was trying to cover up the bait that the other party wanted to cover up, and how could Wan Changsheng, who had been throwing bait for many years? He simply disdained to deal with Lin Jianwei at this time. The kind of evil pen that never changed his evil pen would sooner or later become a big evil pen, just like Mao Dongyang who seemed to be proud of himself for more than ten or twenty years. Once something happened, it would be difficult to deal with it.

This is the natural law of stealing needles and stealing gold when you are young.

It’s better to first try to instigate between two poisonous snakes, which is in line with the style of harming others and benefiting oneself.

Mao Dongyang finally got furious and was behind: "Wan Changsheng! You are simply a double-faced person. You are so hypocritical on the surface, but in fact you are vicious. I have recorded it all, and you are a hypocrite at any time!"

Wan Changsheng raised his arms and raised his arms to signal the cell phone hidden under his armpits: "I have taught me a long time ago that when talking to people like you, you must pay attention to collecting evidence at any time."

Besides, unless Zhang Guanmi is misunderstood by the transplanted flowers, there is no problem with what Wan Changsheng said!

Only Mao Dongyang was left standing by the tree-lined avenue and it was unbelievable.

Didn’t this guy look like he was wearing a black jacket, and he wasn’t he very smart?

Why do you feel so treacherous in your eyes squinted under your eyes?

Little do they know that treat gentlemen with the way of a gentleman and treat villains with the way of a villain.

If you are invincible, you will never be in danger! (It will almost be invincible)
Chapter completed!