Chapter 1857

Cheng Yaojin saw Yu Shinan as if he had seen the Savior. With a smile on his brow, he hurried forward: "old man Yu..."

"What do you call me?"

Yu Shinan frowned and was dissatisfied. This guy didn't know how to respect people when he opened his mouth. Now he has despised this guy severely..

"Hehe, Mr. Bosch."

Cheng Yaojin soon noticed something wrong with Yu Shinan, and quickly changed his mouth and said, "Mr. Bosch, have you seen my son?"

He now completely left Zhang Feng behind and thought only of his son.

"Your son?"

Yu Shinan frowned and said in doubt, "what's the matter with your son coming to our academy?"

He doesn't like these five big and three thick silly goods. He called himself an old man just now. He didn't have a good impression. Now he's looking for his son to find the academy? What a formality, although the heart is dissatisfied, but the mouth still deals with it.

"Oh, my son is gone."

Cheng Yaojin stamped his feet anxiously, but there was nothing he could do. He knew that the old man in front of him didn't even salute when he saw his majesty. He couldn't do anything about him.

"Find your son and go home. Don't shout in the Academy, or I'll give you a copy."

Yu Shinan snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves and turned away. He didn't want to stay with this illiterate guy for another quarter of an hour.

"Old man Yu, Yu..."

Cheng Yaojin stretched out his right hand and shouted reluctantly

But Yu Shinan didn't intend to turn back at all. Looking at the disappeared figure, he stared at the tiger's eyes and was not satisfied. He was preparing to stroll around other classrooms. A figure came slowly to himself.

"Hey, hey, there's a play."

Cheng Yaojin's mouth rose and was a little proud. He crossed his hands and stopped at the door of the classroom: "boy, wait."

The visitor suddenly looked up and wondered, "are you?"

"Don't care who I am?"

Cheng Yaojin waved and put on an imposing look: "I ask you, are you from the academy? How do I feel I've seen you there?"

"Yes, my name is Yuan Hong. I was the flag bearer in the basketball game before."

The visitor replied timidly.

He knows that some dignitaries often come to the dean in the Academy. Looking at this person in front of him, he is estimated to be one of them. He can't afford to provoke himself. Moving out of the basketball game may suppress the other party's arrogance.

"Yuan Hong?"

Cheng Yaojin looked up and said to himself. Then he looked at Yuan Hong and showed a kind look: "let me ask you, where has your Dean gone?"

Now old man Yu can't do it. He has offended others. He can only find some clues from these students.

"Dean?"

Yuan Hong scratched his head, as if he were thinking about something. After a while, he slowly said, "I remember. The Dean didn't come to the Institute last time. There were several forging workshops with him."

"Institute?"

Cheng Yaojin's eyes turned straight. Now he finally found some useful clues, but it wasn't enough: "do you know what they did?"

"I don't know. How can we interfere with the dean's work?"

Yuan Hong shook his head, a little nervous.

"I don't know what you're talking about? Really."

Cheng Yaojin spat and stared. Yuan Hong went straight to the gate of the college.

There was only a petrified figure left in place. They told each other the news together and were scolded? What's this called? After dumping his dissatisfaction, Yuan Hong walked to the classroom.

Looking back at Cheng Yaojin, he took the reins from his servant and ran directly to the Research Institute. Now he has news, and he can't relax. Maybe his son is in danger? Maybe Zhang Feng has some bad idea to do this with his son? Then the Cheng family will be ruined.

Thinking of this, he was even more worried. He whipped on the horse and left.

A moment later, Cheng Yaojin came to the door of the Research Institute, turned over, jumped off his horse and rushed in directly.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"

He kept shouting at a high voice, trying to find an acquaintance.

What a coincidence, Ma Zhou and Hao Chujun were on the playground. When they heard the roar, they glanced subconsciously: "who? What are you yelling at?"

"Ha ha, it's you two boys."

Cheng Yaojin followed his reputation as if he had discovered the new world, because he still remembers the picture of Zhang Feng training these two guys.

"Who are you? Do we know you?"

Hao Chujun glanced at Ma Zhou with a question mark face.

The two of them had been waiting for their mentor here. As a result, they came to know each other. They didn't know each other at all. They were still making up here.

"You don't have to know who I am?"

Cheng Yaojin waved generously as if he didn't care. Then he hurriedly said, "where's your mentor? And my son?"

"Teacher..."

Ma Zhou frowned and glanced up at the sky. Now his mentor took Chumo and others to heaven, but they haven't come down yet. How can you tell others? Can it be said that the master himself studied the flying artifact and went to heaven? No one believes it.