Chapter 404: Song Zhaohang Beats Up the South Vietnamese Mission 8

This handsome student is called Fan Mingxuan, and he is the most outstanding and wise student of the First Academy of Nanyue Kingdom. He has the title of a great Confucianist in arithmetic at a young age.

The idea that men are superior to women has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. He stepped on the stool next to him, his brows and eyes full of contempt.

"How can a woman's ambition compare with that of a man's? IQ gap, they can't catch up even if they flatter their horses!

The faculty is also three points stronger than ours. The masters who teach in our college are all masters. We are already giving them a lot of face by being here. "

Other students from the Nanyue Kingdom also followed suit,

"The standard for measuring a country should be our country's culture and military strategy. What are they babbling about? We're not here to visit brothels!"

"Hey, Yao Yao's bullets are even better than this, I'm almost falling asleep."

These students spoke loudly, and the girls in the front row were blushing and furious.

As the daughter of a noble family, how can she bear this insult.

Yin Wanyang's forgetful performance took time to take a look at the audience, thinking that she could see everyone fascinated by her.

Who knew that the group of people from Nanyue Kingdom would lie there and yawn without any scruples, without any manners at all.

"boom."

The chief envoy violently kicked a stool away.

The stool flew onto the table and smashed the candlestick.

The voice was so loud that Yin Wanyang turned pale with fright.

The girls in the audience also turned pale with nervousness.

"So your Canglan College is going to have this kind of useless academic exchange with us?"

Dean Fang stood up and stated, "Academics have no boundaries, this is just one of the exchanges that cultivates sentiment."

The chief envoy snorted, "The so-called cultivating sentiment is a waste of time. The silk, bamboo and wind music in our country are all created by kiln sisters in the Goulan courtyard. Only low-class people who can't be on the stage will listen to it."

Fan Mingxuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a light smile, "Speaking of playing musical instruments, the three strings you played just now are all passed down from our South Vietnam side. Playing waste songs to communicate with us, is this the sentiment of your Han people?"

When the girls heard the words, they immediately became furious.

The people of South Vietnam have too much sense of superiority?

Go to your mother's country!

Is your country the origin of all things?

Yin Wanyang's dedicated performance turned into a joke in the other party's eyes.

The masters were very angry. Being looked down upon as a woman seemed to have become the norm. They followed Dean Fang to set up a women's college.

After decades, the trend has finally been reversed and the status of women has been improved.

As a result, these outsiders easily rejected their efforts.

Dean Fang's face was colder than that of Qianshan Xuelian, and he asked coldly, "Are you here to exchange academics today, or to find fault?

If you are looking for faults, then send a letter of invitation to the Holy Majesty, and the two countries will go to war. "

The chief envoy laughed, "War? Why make it so serious. Since it is an exchange of academics, it must be an exchange of IQ. But I see that the IQ of your girls in Canglan College is very worrying."

He pointed to Fan Mingxuan and other students and introduced, "Let's put it this way, these few are the elite students of our First Academy, and they all represent the foundation of our First Academy.

Student representative Fan Mingxuan was a child prodigy from birth, and he could count at the age of one. At the age of eight, he created many new types of arithmetic problems, which were widely spread in various countries. "

I went home today and rode the car all day. The update is killing me, I'll get some sleep, and I can code for a day with peace of mind tomorrow.

Is 8 more enough?

Enough, thank you Nanfeng greatly.