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The sound continued.
Inside the venue.
Everyone stared blankly at Wu Dezhao.
Lu Pin frowned.
He said with a disgusted look, "Such a good fart, and he let it out in absolute shreds."
Beside Lu Pin, the students of the Fourteenth Class were the first to break.
They could not help but let out low laughs.
Then.
The laughter grew more and more numerous, louder and louder.
Finally, it spread to the entire venue.
The students who had been nodding off because of Wu Dezhao's long, stinking speech.
At this moment woke up completely.
Laughing so hard they doubled over.
On the podium.
Wu Dezhao's face instantly turned flushed red.
At this moment, he wished he could tear open a crack in the ground and crawl right inside!
Too humiliating!
Originally, Wu Dezhao was already exceptionally distressed because of Chen Weiju's matter. He had wanted to take this opportunity to brush up his face in front of the higher-ups and minimize the losses as much as possible.
Who would have thought that such a thing would happen.
The principal of Ninth High School and the other university leaders each wore expressions that were ugly to the extreme.
But on the podium.
The various other representatives.
The District Nine Ministry of Education and that curator from the Wude Martial Arts Hall were fine.
Yet Shen Yan, Zhang Chong, and Xu Yunfeng—these Martial Artists—didn't have that many reservations.
Just like the students below, they laughed without any restraint.
Wu Dezhao came to his senses.
He hurriedly reached out and slapped the microphone in front of him to pieces.
That pinched, shredded fart sound finally disappeared from the speakers.
But the university leaders beside Wu Dezhao, as well as the First Class students sitting in the front rows.
Could still hear it