Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"It's just a knockout match!"

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

"Yes, yes, there is also a group arena."

"Even if the Mo Academy wins the group arena this time, the final team competition is the real highlight of getting points."

"Mo Academy will eventually lose."

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

"Fart, the eternal god of Lingnian College."

In the forum, there was a lot of discussion and scolding.

Still no one is optimistic about Mo Academy.

All the way down.

All voices with a little rationality were drowned in the crowd.

They are not stupid, nor are they ignorant of the situation.

Simply because...

Mo Academy's odds were too low, and they all overwhelmed other academies to win.

Sometimes the truth is as simple as that.

……

hotel.

Zhao Zicheng crawled out of the bathroom in a refreshed suit.

Bathing with one leg was a bit difficult after all.

During the period, Yu Sheng also expressed kindly that he could help him, but Zhao Zicheng refused without hesitation with a look of horror.

This also caused him to lean on the wall by himself the whole time.

Because the ground was slippery, I ended up lying on the floor, letting the water fall on my body from the shower.

Reluctantly sitting in a wheelchair, Zhao Zicheng was full of pride when he came to the huge French window.

Perhaps, the real success does not lie in your extraordinary talent and wisdom.

Just having a good big brother is enough.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Xu Yuanqing walked in with a big cloth bag in his arms, laughing silly.

Even if you sit on the sofa, you will be out of your mind.

And his face was bruised and swollen, looking extremely embarrassed.

It's just that these external factors can't stop the joy in his heart at all.

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

Especially Zhao Zicheng, who glanced lightly at Xu Yuanqing's cloth bag, pondered for the rest of his life, and shook his head slightly.

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

"Teacher Xu, what are the gains from this?"

Zhao Zicheng smiled foolishly, steered the wheelchair over, and glanced inside through the gap in the cloth bag.

demon crystal.

About a hundred pieces.

"what!"

"Go away, stay away from me!"

Looking at Zhao Zicheng, Xu Yuanqing looked vigilant, and put away the cloth bag: "There is one spar missing here, I will play your little jj just once, if you don't believe me, try it!"

"The videotape!"

After thinking about it, Xu Yuanqing added another sentence.

Zhao Zicheng, who had some thoughts at first, became hopeless in an instant, turned around and left, and shook his head frantically at Yu Sheng.

But Yu Sheng's eyes showed some doubts, and he nodded firmly.

Zhao Zicheng panicked.

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

Walking to Yu Sheng's side, Zhao Zicheng almost squeezed out such a sentence with his teeth.

Yu Sheng felt a little regretful, and finally kept silent.

God knows how many games and intrigues took place in this short 1 minute in the room.

Also on the same night.

Inside the Department of Education.

"Which bastard wrote the report letter!"

"It must be Xu Yuanqing!!!"

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

Seeing Mo Ge's Prosecutor's Office take away his small bag of hard-earned demon crystals without looking back.

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

"Deputy...director, have a...meeting."

Outside the door, a clerk who had just joined the job knocked on the door cautiously. Looking at Yuan Qingshan's furious state, he was a little frightened for a while.

"Cough cough."

"It's Xiao Li."

"It's really troublesome for you to come all the way to inform me, it's hard work."

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

Xiao Li was stunned in place, a little suspicious of life.

All that just now... was it an illusion?

……

The conference room of the Education Department. 33 Novel Network

Elder Sun's exclusive secretary sat in the first seat, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking very serious and unsmiling.

The first person on the left is the head of the Propaganda Department.

On the right hand side, Yuan Qingshan.

The rest are some departments responsible for assistance.

The atmosphere is somewhat serious.

"About this year's freshman competition, Mr. Sun still attaches great importance to it."

"Knockout...the rules are a bit crude."

"It's easy for someone with a heart to take advantage of the loopholes and take the opportunity to make money."

The middle-aged secretary looked at the crowd and spoke slowly.

The eyes of everyone subconsciously fell on Yuan Qingshan. Although he didn't speak, the intention he expressed was obvious.

"Look at what I'm doing. It's the same as the reserve and the security department don't get paid."

"At least the old man's money has been handed over."

"Why didn't I see you go to the reserve army to ask for money? In the end, it's just to see that a lonely old man like me is easy to bully."

Yuan Qingshan leaned back on his chair and let out a sneer, not showing any nervousness in the face of the surging pressure.

He took off the cigarette pouch hanging from his waist, lit it, and took two puffs.

A pungent smell filled the meeting room.

"Oh, old."

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

"I think back then, after graduating from Mo Academy, this old man fought bloody battles in Zhenyao Pass for nearly ten years, and the lives of monsters in his hands were countless."

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

Rolling up his sleeves calmly, his somewhat withered skin was covered with scars.

The crowd was silent.

"I have shed blood for the human race, and I have made contributions for Mo Ge."

"After all my life, I haven't even got a wife, why?"

"The injuries all over the body are scary, and I am disgusted."

"I'm old, maybe I'll die someday. I've been feeling more and more unwell recently."

"I just want to earn some coffin money before I die, so that even if no one dies, I can buy myself a better shroud to wear."

"That's all, it has to be confiscated."

"In the end, don't you just look down on an old guy like me?"

"Now talk to me..."

"Thinking about it now, this life is really chilling."

In the conference room, the others didn't even have a chance to intervene, and watched the old guy throw the pot out in a few words.

If you say one more word, he might lie down.

Mix generous hob meat.

At first glance, what he said made sense.

Careful analysis is just bullshit.

As far as you are full of spirit, if you don't go forward and work hard, you can live with the kindergarten children.

God damn coffin book.

I just said a word to you, and immediately returned dozens of sentences, still wearing the hat of the human race.

From Mo Academy...

Sure enough, they are a group of stinky and tough hooligans, hooligans, rascals!