C138 The competition of zhang's poetry

"Hello, Teacher Gu. Hello, Mike!" Yan Ge extended his hand forward with a smile on his face. His hand stopped halfway and stopped moving in front of him.

F * ck, it's been a bad year. I met two more pretentious criminals!

Yan Ge's face also darkened, he took his hands back and sat down, then picked up his coffee and drank it, the entire place became awkward.

"Su Fei, people are sinister