Flander stood there with a cold face, his expression as stern and impartial as iron, signaling to the students in front of him that no one would get through by bluffing.
Oscar's heart blossomed with laughter at this moment, his eyes clearly showing a sleazy glint, and he paid special attention to Ning Rongrong.
If he could, he really wished to rush forward and plant a few kisses on Flander, thinking to himself, "Dean, I love you so much." Flander's actions not only evoked a sense of identity among everyone but also gave Oscar an extreme psychological satisfaction.
Just the thought of Ning Rongrong eating his sausage stirred some excitement in Oscar.
At the same time, Oscar stretched out both his hands, chuckled with a sneer, and began chanting his soul curse.
"This old man has a big sausage."
"This old man has a small smoked sausage."
