Chapter 146
“Face my ass! I, Master Fatso, was born with this temper. Whoever can’t take it can just go screw themselves!” Derek couldn’t care less. In the period that they had not met, he had begun to call himself Master Fatso.
“How is it? Are you confident about it?” Max asked casually.
“Not bad, not bad…” upon hearing that, Derek immediately laughed dryly. He came nearer, glanced furtively, and added in a hushed, conscience-stricken tone, “It all depends on my younger sis this time round. Master Fatso… won’t be able to make it…”
“Hi, Brother Max,” Derek’s sister, Zheng Yu’er, walked over and greeted obediently. She was dressed in a long women’s blouse and appeared to be elegant with a slight scholarly air.
“Of the three subjects–Confucian classics argumentation, Strategy and Mili
