Chapter 368 Strange School 4
Qing Yanrou saw that he was having a lot of fun, but tomorrow was Monday and she had classes in the afternoon, so she decided to finish everything as soon as possible while it was still early.
Meng Song curled his lips when he heard her words, and regretfully let go of his hands that were pinching their necks. He obediently floated back and got into the paper man's body.
The light above my head also returned to normal and no longer flickered.
The girl wearing Zhang Ling'er's clothes was called Wen Ya. After Zhang Ling'er's comfort and Qing Yanrou reading a calming talisman for her, she regained her composure and stopped crying.
For a moment, the only sounds in the room were Liu Dayong and Song Feifei coughing.
Qing Yanrou didn't want to waste time talking to them, so she put a talisman on them to prevent them from leaving, and then took Zhang Linger and the others out of the room.
The most important thing is to find the principal of the school, after all, he is the founder of the school.
He is the key to all the problems, so there is no need to waste time on others.
"Do you know where the principal is?"
Qing Yanrou was asking Meng Song and Wen Ya.
"We don't know who the principal is. We've never met him. The dean of studies is always in charge."
The two replied in unison.
Is it hidden so deeply?
Qing Yanrou didn't expect this answer, but she didn't care now. Anyway, when this school was exposed, the person behind it would know who it was.
Thinking of this, she took out her cell phone and sent the location to Han Nianlu and the others, reminding them to call the police.
"Then let's go for something big."
Qing Yanrou put away her phone and took out a few more invisibility talismans and handed them to them.
Wen Ya took it curiously, and thinking that it was this thing that prevented her from seeing them just now, she was very surprised and looked carefully at the bright yellow folded and neatly folded talisman.
"Sister Daoist, what's the big deal?"
Meng Song asked Qing Yanrou with anticipation and curiosity.
"To the Great Hall."
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auditorium.
The middle-aged man in the Tang suit was the principal of this school. As soon as Qing Yanrou and the others came in, he was brainwashing the hundred or so people under him.
They went to find Wen Ya and stayed in that room for more than half an hour. When they came back, the dean was still brainwashing those people.
Qing Yanrou listened curiously for another two or three minutes and found that he did not repeat a single word.
I can only sigh that he is worthy of being the dean of studies. With his eloquence and brainwashing ability, if he joins a pyramid scheme organization, he will become a small leader, which would be unforgivable.
She leaned close to Meng Song's ear, whispered a few words, and handed him a talisman.
After hearing this, he chuckled twice, said that he would take care of it and there would be absolutely no problem, and then ran towards the headmaster.
"Idol, what did you say to him?"
Zhang Linger glanced at Meng Song in confusion, then asked Qing Yanrou in confusion.
"Just wait and see, there's something interesting going on."
Qing Yanrou curled the corners of her mouth slightly, found a seat and sat down, staring at Meng Song's actions on the podium with interest.
Seeing this, Zhang Linger also took Wen Ya to sit next to them.
The coat Wen Ya was wearing was too big, and it accidentally caused the chair to make a slight noise, causing the person in front to turn their head slightly and look at their position.
"What are you doing? Listen carefully!"
But they were immediately glared at and warned by the man in black next to them.
Wen Ya's palms, already nervous, were sweaty enough to soak the clothes she was holding. Now that she saw that they really couldn't see her, she felt relieved and sat down with peace of mind.
Zhang Ling'er patted her hands and signaled her to relax.
At this time, Meng Song had already come to the headmaster.
Feeling a frightening aura from the dean of studies, he couldn't help but sigh that she was indeed the Taoist sister.
Even from such a distance, I knew he had a talisman on him, so I gave him another one in advance.
The reason why Qing Yanrou knew this was simply because the talisman on the dean's body was drawn by her and it had her aura on it.
Meng Song tightly grasped the talisman that Qing Yanrou had just given him in his hand, then carefully leaned close to the dean's ear and whispered.
"Your wife is cheating on you."
The tone was as gloating as it could be.
The dean, who was giving a passionate speech, suddenly paused for a moment. He turned slightly and looked to his right in confusion.
Nothing.
He reached out a hand to clean his ear, frowned slightly, and continued his speech.
"There's a big green meadow above your head!"
Meng Song changed the direction this time. After he finished speaking, he stretched out his cold hand and touched his neck.
"Ah—what is that?"
The dean's panicked shouts reached every corner of the auditorium through the microphone in front of him.
The first sentence could be explained as hallucination, but the words just now were right next to his ear, a gloating male voice, he was absolutely sure that he had not heard it wrong!
Although he didn't know whether the information in these words was true, the dean felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.
But his anger was completely extinguished when he felt a cold touch on the back of his neck. He stood up suddenly and accidentally knocked the chair to the ground with a loud "bang".
"Director, what's wrong?"
A woman standing by saw that his face was filled with fear and disbelief, and that his leg had hit the table, causing him to bend over in pain.
She quickly stood up and came over to support him and asked caringly.
"The Dean's wife cheated on him and made him a cuckold."
Meng Song adhered to the principle of making a big trouble, so he spoke louder and spoke directly between the two of them.
Because he was standing quite close to the microphone, the already loud sound was now heard clearly by everyone in the auditorium through the microphone.
The auditorium suddenly came alive with the sound of chatter and discussion.
The man in black standing by was stunned for a moment and forgot to stop them.
"Shut up, shut up! Who is it? Who is playing tricks? Who is spreading rumors? Believe it or not, I'll send you a lawyer's letter!"
The dean was really furious this time, and he didn't care about the pain in his knee and shouted at the huge podium.
"Oh, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm not playing tricks, it's a real ghost."
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