Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Why!"

"Why is the headline in the news about the military academy entrance ceremony!"

"Did you look down on our Mo Academy?"

Zhao Zicheng was filled with righteous indignation while watching the news on his mobile phone.

Xu Yuanqing, who came back at noon, sat on the sofa and sneered, "What's the report?"

"The taunting king in a wheelchair?"

"Still a master of embarrassing quotations?"

"What is the status of our Mo Academy, king!"

"That's the peak when you appear on the stage, what you play is cool, what you play is chic!"

"Look at me, the man who walked out of the flames."

"Look at you again..."

"Ugh..."

Xu Yuanqing had a heartbroken expression on his face: "The consistent tradition of my Mo Academy is to pretend!"

"Everyone is a man like the wind."

"I beg of you, when you appear on the stage tomorrow, make a good impression on the Mo Academy. You look like a group of psychopaths."

Zhao Zicheng was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a bottle of milk with a straw inserted into it, sipping, raised his head in a daze, glanced at Xu Yuanqing, and continued to drink milk excitedly.

As for the rest of my life...

I write and draw in a notepad from beginning to end, and occasionally fall into deep thought.

Ok.

Play the piano on the cow.

"Tomorrow, blow up the Mo Academy, don't play those fancy things."

"My personal reward..."

Xu Yuanqing pondered.

In an instant, Yu Sheng, Zhao Zicheng raised his head at the same time, staring at him expectantly.

"One person... ten credits!"

Xu Yuanqing's face was full of pain, and he slowly stretched out a finger.

Then, the two heads that had just been raised just fell down again.

Ten credits... look down on.

It is not even modest to say that not only Yu Sheng, Zhao Zicheng, but the entire 140th class of freshmen are the richest in history.

As soon as I entered school, I was given such a big task.

Killing to the point of softness.

Every wallet is full of drums.

For the previous freshmen, ten credits are enough for them to fight their lives with red eyes.

Now...

Ah.

"You wait!"

Xu Yuanqing gritted his teeth, turned around and left with his mobile phone.

When he came back after a while, he was full of confidence.

"The vice principal just said that!"

"Fifty credits per person, don't play quotations, don't talk about cross talk, play seriously, be handsome, be domineering!"

He waved his phone.

Yu Sheng thought about it seriously, took out his phone, and opened the window of the Mo Academy to beat workers.

After about half a minute.

"One hundred..."

"By the way, Mr. Xu, the vice principal said that you embezzled public funds and deducted one month's salary."

Yu Sheng put down his phone, looked at Xu Yuanqing and said.

...

The air became silent.

Xu Yuanqing, who was still smiling just now, was like an eggplant that had been beaten by frost, and it immediately withered.

"Student Xiaoyu, let's discuss it, and I will not blackmail your money in the future."

"Stop calling me a small report."

"Okay."

"We don't violate the water in the well."

"I'll do the math. So far, I haven't made a penny, and I've lost a lot."

Xu Yuanqing wanted to cry, but looked at Yu Sheng pitifully.

It doesn't have the majestic aura of the six awakened ones at all.

Think about the shameless faces of Yuan Qingshan and Qi Changshan in the conference room.

Including campus, the Vice-Chancellor's loudspeaker.

Sun Yingxiong's voyeuristic habit.

And... the principal who is not a funny boy.

Perhaps...the Mo Academy has been crooked long before they themselves realized it.

It's just that in Yu Sheng's class, the crookedness is more obvious.

So the problem was noticed at a glance.

And buckled all the pots on their heads.

……

On the Internet, the news is still fermenting, and all the posts about the freshman contest are full of enthusiasm.

Including Yu Sheng, Zhao Zicheng, Li Yihan, Han Jue and others, the popularity has risen even more.

Some are because of strength, some... are because of inexplicable things.

Only Wu Qianqiu sang bad words all the way.

Countless gamblers who had bet heavily on him cursed with the harshest words.

Among them, some styles are obviously wrong.

'Is this the group of people taught by the Spiritual Academy? '

'In-depth analysis shows that there are obvious loopholes in the data of the opening ceremony of the military academy. It is doubtful whether so many people were really killed in battle. '

'With so much funding for the Education Department every year, is it true that it has not been pocketed? '

A series of yin and yang posts were quietly topped the list.

And without exception, all of them are newly registered trumpets without authentication.

Including the forum posts below, there are also a bunch of new accounts expressing their agreement.

Some people even jumped out and said that they came out of Lingnian Academy, the resources were scarce, and the teachers and principals ignored the students' answers, all for the sake of face.

Those rational analyzes were all deleted.

Control public opinion.

It became a mudslide in Qingtan.

And just as everyone was watching, the second round of the group arena began.

There are only 250 people left.

With the experience of the day before yesterday, this time the entry speed is faster, including the participating students, because the reason for the direct reduction of half of the people, the entry speed is also faster.

What just leaves them speechless is...

The disabled access is still there.

He just watched Zhao Zicheng hold a hammer in his hand and hit his plastered leg hard.

His face was pale and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Then with a vicious smile, Yu Sheng pushed himself in.

Provoking the heartstrings of everyone.

Nima's wheelchair on the ring is the same as a four-wheel drive, and it is still being pushed by people.

Ghosts believe.

Even some people have secretly made up their minds.

If you meet Zhao Zicheng, just find a way to bypass the sandbag and hit that leg.

Let him go to the disabled passage in an upright manner.

but...

What makes people want to laugh is that this time, there is also a queue for the disabled access.

In the first group arena, some guys fought too hard, especially those from the military academy. Many of them were wounded and wrapped in gauze.

For a while, the two passages were indistinguishable.

Came to the backstage, quietly waiting for the game to start.

……

"Who should we heat up today?"

Among today's judges, Qi Changshan did not come, only an old man like Yuan Qingshan sat in the town, holding a mobile phone, comparing the lists, and muttering in his mouth.

On the other side sat Lingwu, a member of the military academy.

and Xu Yuanqing.

That's right, it's still him.

Who made Mo Academy come to such a teacher.

"I suggest Yu Sheng."

Xu Yuanqing gave his suggestion seriously.

Thoughtful, Yuan Qingshan entered Han Jue's number on the phone without hesitation.

"It's him, playing wildly."

"good-looking."

Yuan Qingshan whispered in his mouth.

Backstage, Han Jue's face was cold, he got up, glanced at Yu Sheng's direction, and with some regrets, strode towards the ring.

(Thank you for your rewards yesterday, I am touched, good people have a safe life, so...don't stop!!!)