Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The proud and speechless beauty glared at Yang Fei.

She resisted the urge to give this guy a good beating, turned around and walked away.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, humming a tune, and walked forward.

Yang Fei reached the personnel department and handed his job application letter to the personnel manager.

The personnel manager looked at Yang Fei and almost bulged his eyes out.

"This guy is actually a psychology master's graduate? He looks just like a migrant worker entering the city."

In fact, the clothes Chen Ke bought for Yang Fei were all brand-name items, quite expensive.

However, Yang Fei was accustomed to the defense green and camouflage suit, not caring much about appearances.

So, this guy wore a defense green outfit, and it was the kind that could be bought at a street stall, with four-pocket soldier's clothing, no wonder the personnel manager was surprised.

However, this job application letter has quite a background, the personnel manager dared not offend Yang Fei.

He followed protocol and verified his psychology master's graduate diploma and other documents.

And the verification results shocked the personnel manager once again.

This guy who resembled a migrant worker not only had real diplomas and degrees, but was also a national first-level psychological consultant.

Moreover, the application documents included many psychology papers and works published by Yang Fei.

Could it be that these professors and masters all pay special attention to being independent and unique?

Yang Fei looked at the personnel manager's expression, feeling quite amused.

He indeed has done significant research in psychology.

However, Yang Fei's research scope was limited to the psychology of snipers and soldiers, and also adult females.

In these fields, Yang Fei can be considered a master.

The former is to gain an advantage on the battlefield, the latter's purpose is obvious.

In other words, Yang Fei's documents and papers were all forged through special channels, yet they looked just like the real ones.

The personnel director returned all the documents to Yang Fei, speaking more politely.

"According to school rules, new colleagues must be interviewed by the principal personally, and only after passing can they be hired."

"I have no further issues here, you can go to the principal's office to find the principal."

He said while extending a hand to shake with Yang Fei, smiling slightly and kindly reminded Yang Fei.

"Our principal has quite a peculiar temper, just answer what he asks you, speak less, the more you talk, the more mistakes you make."

Yang Fei nodded, enquired about the location of the principal's office from the personnel manager, and then left the personnel office.

A few minutes later, Yang Fei reached the sixth floor of the political education building, where the principal's office was located.

Yang Fei had just arrived at the principal's office door.

Before he could knock, he heard someone arguing on the phone inside.

Even through the door seam, Yang Fei could feel the anger of the person inside.

"Dad, I'm telling you, stop pushing some dubious people my way."

"Our Saint Luo High School is not a garbage dump, we don't take in trash."

"Do you know how many students will be harmed by an ignorant teacher?"

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"You only know about personal relations, you must understand, this is a school, not a business corporation, I beg you, don't do this next time."

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"I don't care, anyway, I need to interview."

"If the person turns out to be incompetent, don't blame me for kicking them out, this is not the first time."

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In the office, the pleasant voice of a woman sounded extremely firm, then with a snap, the phone was hung up.

Hearing this, Yang Fei roughly understood, feeling a bit bitterly amused.

Indeed, it seems nepotism is despised.

No wonder the personnel manager asked him to come up for an interview, this principal clearly didn't want him.

He knocked on the door, a cool voice from inside said, "Come in."

Yang Fei pushed the door open and saw the woman behind the desk. Instantly, he widened his eyes, "It's you?"

The woman behind the desk had her hair tied in a ponytail, the jade gourd on her hairband shimmering faintly, with a stunning face of a mixed-race beauty.

This woman was none other than the beauty Yang Fei had just pranked.

Surprised, the beauty looked at Yang Fei, appearing quite unexpected.

The frost on her face intensified, her eyes showing extreme hatred.

"Are you the psychology teacher Fang Zhao who just reported? Humph, I was just looking for you, and here you come delivering yourself."

Yang Fei's heart chilled halfway, blabbermouth, indeed brings retribution, how come he offended the principal right upon entering Saint Luo High School?

Moreover, this principal turned out to be a good-looking female version of a gourd baby.

The beauty quickly composed herself, sitting upright behind the desk.

"You know the rules, every teacher entering Saint Luo High School must go through an interview, if you fail, find another job."

Yang Fei snorted, "Then let's begin."

He knew clearly, this little lady wasn't going to let him pass easily.

She only brought out the rules as a legitimate excuse to kick him out.

The beauty said casually, "Before the interview, let me introduce myself, I'm the newly appointed principal of Saint Luo High School Qin Xianfei, here's my business card."

She said while gently sliding a business card on the desk.

Once again, Yang Fei nodded, simply introducing himself.

"Fang Zhao, graduated from Tsinghua University in the Capital City, psychology master's graduate student..."

He followed the information to introduce his fake identity, but before he finished, Qin Xianfei interrupted him.

"Alright, I've seen your documents, there's nothing wrong."

"As a high achiever in psychology, I hope you have genuine skills rather than just boasting."

She stopped and raised her eyebrows.

"Now, I'll give you two minutes to show your abilities."

"Please convince me you can handle this job, otherwise, you'll be asked to leave."

Yang Fei chuckled, watching Qin Xianfei with interest.

"Since that's the case, let me talk about your psychology at this moment?"

"From your dark circles, it's clear you went to sleep at around 3 AM last night."

"This causes disruption in your liver function today, making your mood very gloomy, agitated and tangled."

"You don't want to accept a nepotism hire, yet the pressure from some side makes you have to, which feels suffocating."

"The conflicting and suppressed emotions disrupt your small intestine meridian, causing your lower abdomen to start aching subtly."

"You want to relieve emotions and physical discomfort through running, but unfortunately, you got angry by me, now your chest begins to ache."

At this point, Yang Fei glanced at Qin Xianfei.

"I suggest you wear brightly colored clothes to ease your emotions, preferably not black for upper wear and shorts."

"Although this color portrays your mystery and sexual courage perfectly, it might aggravate your psychological symptoms."

He spoke ambitiously, without considering Qin Xianfei's expression that had changed again and again, and then blushed with shame.

"You... you bastard!"