Chen Xuan shrugged, OK, he asked in vain.?

"Because no one wants to get close to his seniors, and no one wants to learn from his seniors and become his students."

"Teacher?" Ye Xiyue raised her eyebrows, "Senior, don't have students?"

"It's not that they don't want me to be students, it's because I don't want them." The old alcoholic drank indifferently, "You don't know that the students in the academy are too stupid. If I become their teacher, I won't be exhausted, so I won't want it."

"But senior, if you don't have students under your school, you will be kicked out of the academy."

"Oh..." The old drunkard was so worried, "It seems that I have to find a student who fits my eyes, join my disciples, and recognize me as my master. It's a pity that it's hard to find."

Xue Wushang said suddenly: "Isn't there a suitable candidate right now?"

"Who?" The old drunkard came to his spirits.

The three of them all looked at Ye Xiyue.

Ye Xiyue frowned, "What are you doing when you look at me like this?"

The three of them looked at each other and thought that their candidate was really suitable.

Ye Xiyue crawled on her back with a cold feeling, she felt that she had been sold...

...

...

The autumn is clear and the atmosphere is cool, and the college meeting hall.

Full of people.

"A alcoholic, this dean is already very kind to you. The rules of the college are unbreakable. It is not the dean's intention to expel you from the college. Please do your own things and leave quickly." The dean was really embarrassed when he stood in the middle.

Han Yu and Li Zhengyu in the crowd were naturally very happy to see this scene.

Can they not punish the Ninth Prince, and can’t they even cure the person who saved the Ninth Prince?

This old drunkard is also a familiar tutor in the academy.

Unfortunately, since they entered the academy, they have never seen an old drunkard teach people. In their cognition, the old drunkard is just a down-and-out drunkard who comes out of nowhere. It was not until a few years ago that they realized that the old drunkard was actually the tutor of the academy.

It’s a pity that who would like such a sloppy person would want to enter his disciple?

What will it be taught?

A few days ago, Han Yu and Li Zhengyu suffered the loss of the ninth prince, and even more so because of Ye Xiyue's return, which made them very upset.

When they were planning, they could not touch the ninth prince, so they could only exhale their anger on the old drunkard who saved him.

The college clearly stipulates that within three years, if there are no students under the tutor, they will be expelled from the college.

The two of them made the matter come out, and the more trouble they made, finally forcing the old drunkard to this point.

At present, we have reached the realm where we have to leave...

The old drunkard sat aside with a smile and took a sip of wine, "Who said I'm leaving?"

"Ghosts, even if you don't leave, there is no way. You have no disciples and have committed a big taboo. I don't want to do it too much, leave."

"Wine tutor, the dean is right. You can ignore yourself, but you must always consider the reputation of the Royal Academy." Han Yu's eyes flashed with sarcasm.

Li Zhengyu took the conversation, "Wine mentor, do we want us to practice it for you?"

The old drunkard glanced at the corner of his eyes. How could he not see that these two people were making trouble in it? He just thought that they were young and he didn't want to bother with them.

Unexpectedly, some people really don’t know that the sky is high and the earth is thick.
Chapter completed!