The news about Ning Chen's expulsion from the Academy of Fine Arts has finally become the focus of discussion on the entire campus.

The ordinary class is okay, but for the Go class, it can be regarded as a complete explosion.

They only learned the day before that their teacher Ning was the pinnacle chess saint in today's chess world, and before they had time to wake up from the huge shock and joy, they actually received a notice that Ning Chen was expelled from the school the next day.

This......

Such an extreme contrast, for the students of the Go class, is really an acceptance of incompetence.

Some students even secretly prepared to jointly denounce and question why their teacher Ning was expelled from the Academy of Fine Arts.

However, the American Academy has never given any details, and even Zhao Sanjia has rarely appeared in the past two days.

The next morning, after Ning Chen got up, after washing up briefly, he was just about to hurry to class, and halfway through he realized that he had been expelled from school.

Scratching his head helplessly, he returned to his residence.

Hongyao was holding a bowl of millet soup, squatting at the door, her big eyes were full of doubts, she tilted her head, and looked at Ning Chen who had gone and returned in confusion.

Ning Chen squatted closer, rubbed Hongyao's little head, and said helplessly, "Forget that I was expelled from the school yesterday and can't go to class." ”

Red Medicine wrinkled his nose and was a little incomprehensible.

Anyway, this kid is simple-minded, and since he doesn't understand, he doesn't ask.

She babbled twice, and got into Ning Chen's arms very comfortably.

Ning Chen's chin was on the head of the red medicine, his eyes were far away, and he stared at the long, quiet campus scenery in a daze.

Looking at the appearance, I was a little lost.

"Sooner or later, you have to leave Fengtian, since this is not a place for you to stay for a long time, there is no need to care so much." Nalan Guanyin didn't know when he stood behind Ning Chen and said.

Ning Chen spread his hands, "It's a little embarrassing, I was in class and was suddenly expelled...... Ay. ”

"Don't pretend to be pitiful, with your influence and the resources you left back then, asking for a Fengtian Academy of Fine Arts is like picking up something." Nalan Guanyin hit the nail on the head and pierced Ning Chen.

Nalan Guanyin is indeed telling the truth.

At that time, although he was born in the Ning family, he was only twenty years old and talented, with a long-term vision, and many people through his help and guidance, either made a windfall and became a wealthy businessman, or went straight to the officialdom, or Taoguang was obscure and divided one side.

These connections and resources used to rely on him when he was still Ning Hetu, and he successfully started.

Now, Ning Chen only needs one sentence, and there will inevitably be many people who will go forward and willingly win the Fengtian Academy of Fine Arts for him.

Nalan Guanyin's words are focusing on Ning Chen's potential advantages, and at the same time, he is also secretly reminding Ning Chen that some things are his, and they will always be his.

For example, the human heart.

The chaebols and families who relied on his Ninghe diagram back then are still loyal to him.

Once they knew that Ning Chen was not dead, as long as the young marshal nodded his head and made a sound, there would still be countless big shots, ignoring the deterrent power of the Ning family and even the Eight Mansions, vying to become Ning Chen's pawns.

Even if the Ning family no longer needs Ning Chen, he can still live like a day out of the Ning family, everything, it only depends on whether Ning Chen wants to do it or not.

This is the terrifying legacy left by this young man recently.

The word young marshal originally represents the talent of the general, if the Ning family can become a young marshal as a rising star, then these two words are worthless.

From a certain point of view, in the whole world, the young marshal should be his alone, and there is no successor.

Ning Chen was bluntly sarcastic by Nalan Guanyin, and blushed a lot.

He got up and patted his clothes, his expression suddenly converged, and then crossed his hands behind his back, "Soon, the Fengtian Academy of Fine Arts will change the dynasty and set up another court." ”

"Guess you're going to make a move." Nalan Guanyin's expression did not fluctuate at all, as if everything was expected by herself.

"Old man Zhao is very good to me, and he finally wants to give him a big gift." Ning Chen smiled.

At the beginning, after the death of Danyangzi Immortal, he was helpless, if it wasn't for Zhao Sanjia thinking of Danyangzi's old kindness, he would arrange him Ningchen to enter the Academy of Fine Arts regardless of his previous suspicions, and serve him with delicious food and drink.

Now Ning Chen doesn't know where to go, and he can't eat enough to live a mixed life.

Although for Zhao Sanjia, these are just gestures, but as far as Ning Chen is concerned, the grace of dripping water should be repaid with a spring.

"Zhao Sanjia's life is really good." Nalan Guanyin commented.

Ning Chen smiled but said nothing.

Because Murong Qingyi was still operating the property rights of the Academy of Fine Arts, and Ning Chen was expelled in advance, there was a two-day time difference in the middle.

In the past two days, Ning Chen has rarely hid quietly in the yard, cultivating and recuperating.

But as dusk approached, trouble still followed.

A team of tall security guards arrived at Ning Chen's residence in a murderous manner, with a simple purpose, asking him to pack his things and leave the villa.

Although this villa belongs to Zhao Sanjia, it also belongs to the industry of the Academy of Fine Arts, and in order to reward Zhao Sanjia for his outstanding achievements in the Academy of Fine Arts, the director of the school specially built it and presented it to him.

Now that Zhao Sanjia has lost the right to speak, this villa will naturally become the property of the Academy of Fine Arts again.

"In my eyes, you are a lost family dog, hurry up and get out." Zhou Xun also came, standing in front of a team of security guards, sneering at Ning Chen.

He just deliberately came to see Ning Chen's embarrassed appearance.

Ning Chen stood on the steps of the door, looking down at Zhou Xun from above.

"Without Zhao Sanjia, you are not even as good as a dog, I want to play you to death, it is like crushing an ant to death." Zhou Xun continued to scold with bad words, and his face had reached the point of getting carried away.

Ning Chen shook his head, quite helpless, "You don't know anything about my power." ”

"I wonder if letting you kneel for a day and a night will make you feel something?"

Ning Chen pointed to the bluestone-paved road under the steps.

"Are you crazy? Let me kneel? Are you eligible? Zhou Xun was puzzled, he thought to himself, you are so embarrassed that you are about to be swept away, and you dare to say such presumptuous things without shame?

"Do it." Ning Chen turned his head and looked at the tree-lined path near the villa, and then spoke indifferently.

Laugh at.

In an instant, a cold and biting chill pressed against Zhou Xun's Adam's apple.

Zhou Xun lowered his head and found that there was a dagger that exuded moon-white brilliance, quietly appearing in front of him.

"You ......" Zhou Xun was taken aback, he was frightened by this unexpected change, and struggled to retreat, but soon a drop of blood splashed out along the dagger.

"Get on your knees." Ning Chen spoke again, this time facing Zhou Xun.