Liu Shiqing sighed as he pushed open the car door and stepped out of the vehicle. Mi Yuping knew that by blocking the front and back of the car, he could certainly force Liu Shiqing to step out. As soon as he saw Liu Shiqing, he didn't hesitate and ran toward him, "Liu Shiqing, if you have the guts, duel with me."
"What are you doing, Mi Yuping?" A deep resounding voice echoed from not far away as an elderly man with white hair strode toward them. "What did that rascal Niu Ben teach you? Shiqing is a distinguished guest of our China Music Academy. How dare you challenge him to a duel? Don't you respect me anymore? Do you want me to duel with you too?"
Mi Yuping shrunk back in fear, "Professor An, I wouldn't dare."
An Jiansheng grunted, "Not daring, are you? Then why are you still standing here? Hurry up and leave. Don't forget to write a reflection letter for me when you go back. If it's not good enough, you won't get any sleep. If it's not deep enough, you'll have to rewrite it."