"It's just a knockout round!"

"It is said that there is a problem with the mechanism of this knockout round and cannot be counted."

"Yes, yes, and the ring match."

"Even if the Mo Academy won this ring competition, the final team competition is the highlight of the real points."

"The Mo Academy will eventually lose."

"Well, I still think Lingwu Academy is a favorite to win the championship."

"Farting, the eternal god of the Spiritual Thought Academy."

There were many discussions and constant curses in the forum.

Still no one is optimistic about the Mo Academy.

Singing bad things all the way.

All of the sounds of a little rationality were drowned in the crowd.

They are not stupid, nor are they unable to see the situation clearly.

Just because...

The odds of the Mexican Academy are too low, which beats other colleges to win.

Sometimes the truth is so simple.

...

hotel.

Zhao Zicheng crawled out of the bathroom with a refreshing look.

It was still a little difficult to take a bath with one leg.

During the rest of his life, he expressed friendly words that he could help him, but Zhao Zicheng looked frightened and refused without hesitation.

This also led to him holding the wall himself throughout the whole process.

Because the floor slipped, I finally lay on the floor and let the water pour on my body.

Barely sitting in a wheelchair and coming to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Zhao Zicheng was full of heroism for a moment.

Perhaps, the true success does not depend on your extraordinary talent and wisdom.

It only takes a good brother.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Xu Yuanqing walked in with a big cloth bag in his arms and laughed foolishly.

Even if you sit on the sofa, you will wander around in the sky.

The face was blue and swollen, looking extremely embarrassed.

But these external factors could not stop the joy in his heart.

For the rest of his life, Zhao Zicheng looked at each other.

Especially Zhao Zicheng, he glanced at Xu Yuanqing's cloth bag with a gentle look. Yu Sheng pondered and shook his head slightly.

But looking at Zhao Zicheng's firm gaze, he finally nodded again.

"Teacher Xu, what are you getting?"

Zhao Zicheng smiled silly, controlled the wheelchair and looked inside through the gap in the cloth bag.

Demon Crystal.

About a hundred.

"what!"

"Go away, stay away from me!"

Looking at Zhao Zicheng, Xu Yuanqing looked alert and put away the cloth bag: "There is one less crystal in it, I will just shoot your little jj once. If you don't believe me, try it!"

"The kind of video!"

After thinking about it, Xu Yuanqing added another sentence.

Zhao Zicheng, who had some ideas, suddenly became undesirable and wanted. He turned around and left, and shook his head wildly at Yu Sheng.

But Yu Sheng's eyes revealed some doubts and nodded firmly.

Zhao Zicheng was panicked.

"Boss Yu, I don't want to die!"

When he walked to Yu Sheng, Zhao Zicheng almost squeezed out this sentence through his teeth.

The rest of my life was a little regretful and finally remained silent.

God knows how many games and intrigues have happened in the room in just one minute.

It was also on the same night.

Internal to the Education Department.

"Which bastard wrote the letter of complaint?"

"It must be Xu Yuanqing!!!"

In the office, the elderly Yuan Qingshan let out a deafening roar.

Seeing that the Procuratorate of Mo Pavilion took away his small bag of demon crystals he had earned with great effort, he didn't look back.

At this moment, his heart seemed to die at the same time.

"Deputy Director, hold a meeting."

Outside the door, a clerk who had just joined the company carefully knocked on the door. Looking at Yuan Qingshan's furious state, he was a little scared for a moment.

"Ahem."

"It's Xiao Li."

"I really want to ask you. Come and inform me from all the time. Thank you for your hard work."

Yuan Qingshan, who was still furious last second, changed into a kind smile, said kindly to Xiao Li, leaving with his hands behind his back.

Xiao Li was stunned, a little doubting about life.

All of those just now...a illusion?

...

Interior of the Department of Education’s conference room.

Mr. Sun's exclusive secretary sat in the first seat, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and looked very rigorous and serious.

The first person on the left hand side is the Minister of Propaganda.

The right hand position is Yuan Qingshan.

The rest are some departments responsible for assisting.

The atmosphere is a bit serious.

"Old Sun still attaches great importance to this year's freshman competition."

"The rules are a bit rude."

"It is easy to be exploited by those who are interested in making money by taking advantage of the opportunity."

The middle-aged secretary looked at everyone and spoke slowly.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously fell on Yuan Qingshan. Although they did not speak, the intention expressed was very obvious.

"See what I'm doing, I'm talking about it like the reserve and the Guards Department has no money."

"At least I have handed over my money."

"Why didn't you see you go to the reserve service to ask for money? After all, it's just that I'm a lonely old man who is easy to bully."

Yuan Qingshan leaned on the chair and sneered, facing the surging pressure, without any tension.

Remove the pipe hanging around your waist, ignite it, and slap it.

A pungent smell permeated the conference room.

"Oh, old."

"No one takes an old guy like me seriously."

"I remember that after graduating from Mo Academy, I had been fighting bloodily in the Demon Suppression Pass for nearly ten years, and the monsters in my hands were countless lives."

"Look at...the scar is still there!"

Feng Qingyun rolled up her sleeves, and the somewhat shriveled skin was covered with scars.

Everyone was silent.
To be continued...