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Fan Quan was already sprawled on the ground, not even daring to speak loudly. Hearing the dean's shout, he quivered and a look of panic appeared on his face. He hurriedly walked up to the dean and grabbed Zheng Zhiming's legs. "President, I really didn't do this on purpose. I was mistaken, I was mistaken …"

Dong!

Zheng Zhiming sent Fan Quan flying with a kick