Zhong Yihan followed Xia Yangdong to Pang Weiping's office. As soon as the door was opened, Pang Weiping pulled him directly.
Pang Weiping pressed Zhong Yihan on the chair, and then sat on the other side, touching his beard, while carefully looking at.
But just sitting and watching seemed not enough. He got up again and began to look around Zhong Yihan.
Not only did he watch, but he also smelled and touched.
This makes Zhong Yihan very uncomfortable.
"teacher, what are you looking at? What's wrong with me? "
"I heard that you got full marks of the copy of" Save the Eight Gates. "
"teacher, you've heard about it, but it's just luck."
"Haha, you don't be modest in front of the teacher, I tried dozens of times of the copy, but the result of the formation material not find the right, but you only went once, the results are all found out, that's more than 20 kinds if only by luck to guess, I eat this table. Are you very familiar with those materials? "