The assessment continues, and Ye Crazy is the last freshman to enter this group.

He didn't know if he had been targeted by some freshmen who were better at hiding.

So he chose to transfer.

"Remember to give me the little guy's information in a while."

Yan Feng, the instructor who had been frowning before, said to his colleague Yan Lin.

They are brothers, Feng is brothers, and Lin is brothers, with completely opposite personalities.

"I want to bring this kid to the class I brought." Ye Feng's dressing and acting style were very similar to Yan Feng's appetite. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"This is not very good. Every student is assigned according to the actual information after integration." Yan Lin was embarrassed. Although he managed the information of freshmen, he had to submit it, and he was not easy to make decisions.

While talking, Yan Feng on the screen successfully killed an opponent hidden in the grass, and successfully got rid of the "little tail (stalker)" behind him.

"I'm going to make a decision for this kid!" Yan Feng was so excited that he almost pulled down the handrail, but he immediately let go of the handle and grabbed his younger brother Yan Lin. "Good brother, help me think of a solution. I will never bully you again when my teacher fights."

"Brother..." Yan Lin was a little moved at first, but immediately he remembered some past and his eyes sank, "I said the same thing when I helped you chase Teacher Xin last time, and then the next day he pressed me to the ground in front of my whole class."

Brother, your credit balance with me has long been zero.

"Last time, you were so embarrassed to say that you would be a wingman and a supporter for me, but why did you dress so handsomely? As a result, Xiao Xin looked disgusted when she saw me!" Yan Feng hummed angrily.

"That's because you don't dress up yourself!" Yan Lin was also excited, "Who is wearing a job-level outfit when he went on a date!

And brother, you are an assassin! Do you want to kill Teacher Xin?! He is from the Department of the Magisters. In the last competition, you didn’t know how many students you had killed? It would be great if you didn’t fight!"

"Hey! You guy dare to talk back. Don't think I don't know that Teacher Xin asked you for contact information last time!" Yan Feng began to try to touch him.

"Can I blame me? I didn't agree to the question of personal charm," said Mr.

"I don't care! You kid is my rival now!"

The two brothers started to pinch their hands directly in the position.

The other instructors next to him were used to it and skillfully moved a few positions to the side to make room for the two brothers.

They prayed secretly for Ye Crazy on the screen. In the next few years, this freshman will inevitably be involved in two stupid people.

"Ah cut~" Ye Meng, who was hiding in the tree, sneezed suddenly and held her breath quickly, fearing that she would alarm the "prey" he had just stared at below.

He never took out the gun from his backpack because it was rationed by the guild. Since he decided to rely on himself, he would only use the props and weapons he obtained.

Of course, if you get a gun by yourself, then it will be an exception, but it's a pity...

"Qinglin and Luo Huai have their adventures... Are I not the same?" Ye Meng thought to himself.

But his adventure has not yet come to the time to play, so he must become a core member of the Crystal Heart so that he can enter that place...

Shaking his brain, he launched his own backstab attack.

brush!

The attacked freshman had only time to twist his neck.

...

On the other hand, Qinglin is at the end of the long registration team of the Magister Department.

The sun above my head is very big, and there are also long teams on both sides of the team, from the department of the natural spirit and the believer class next door.

The airtight crowd formed a natural oven.

Fortunately, there is another only comfort, that is, there are many girls in the Dharma system, and now they are sweating profusely, and because it is summer...

Hey~(slim down)

Cough, I am a Taoist practitioner, and I won’t even look at the little benefits.

Qinglin closed his eyes and opened them again, and it became as clear as a mirror.

Humph, let’s not talk about Luo Huai for now, just take a step back. Just that, it’s not as attractive as the young ladies in Rou Shui Pavilion!

Thinking of this, Qinglin's eyes became calm and had a hint of disdain.

With his upright posture and indifferent expression, he achieved the effect of standing out among the crowd.

The temperament is very different!

"So handsome..."

The new girl who secretly glanced at Qinglin around was immediately harvested.

There is no way. Compared with the boys around who are scattered and do not know whether they are vulgar or shy, this is to compare goods and people will die.

The contrast effect is too strong.

"Oh..." Qinglin felt the eyes around him and sighed in his heart.

Why... why do these girls only care about my superficial appearance?

Who can understand the melancholy of handsome guys? No, you don’t understand anything except the sense of substitution.

As the number of freshmen who had finished signing up decreased, the team gradually shortened. Finally, in the afternoon, Qinglin arrived in front of the teacher at the registration office.

"Hello classmate, first of all, you are welcome to join Nanyang University (Southern University Town)." The teacher in the Magister Department is a woman with a gentle voice and a mature and beautiful figure looming under the sky blue magister's robe.

After she said that, she smiled again and handed Qinglin the registration form, "Please fill in your information."

In order to speed up, there are several large tables next to the law department for students to fill in the form.

Qinglin took the watch and paper and sat on the side and filled in.

He only filled in the name of a monk in his rank, and did not mark the practitioner in detail. Anyway, he had his own practice materials, so it doesn’t matter.

"Huh?" As the words were written, Qinglin suddenly felt a gaze sweeping over him.

He looked up and his eyes immediately turned away, leaving him with the back of his head.

But Qinglin instantly recognized the guy he met on the bridge and couldn't help but complain: "How petty this guy is. He has no big grudges and only has a little bump, but he can hold a grudge until now."

It seemed that he felt Qinglin's vision. The guy raised the watch in his hand like a demonstration. Qinglin had good eyesight and saw his rank, which was a sacrificial ritual, and there was also a column in the guild. It was called [Yinyue Chamber of Commerce].

"He is a child from a rich family." Qinglin gave the guy a definite label.

"Hey, I'm sure I'll let you know what kind of money is better than a mage." Ren Xiyun suddenly said.

Ren Xiyun, this is the name of this guy, and Qinglin also saw it.

Since the other party had a conversation, he said generously:

"The first time I heard someone say that the master is poor..."

Who doesn't know that any mage with a little strength is not short of money, enchantments, potions, magic array engravings... Any company that learns some skills is rushing to ask for.

However, Qinglin thought that this guy was a priest... This happened to be the only rank that could despise the mage in terms of wealth.
Chapter completed!