Chapter 3

If this goes on, the mobile phone will turn off sooner or later.

Isn't the road back to earth to be cut off?

He looked worried.

time lapse.

The time of a class will soon come to an end.

The bell rings after class.

Finally it's time to finish school.

"Well, that's all for today's class."

Old teacher Ding Sanshi habitually drank water to moisten his throat.

"Students, the basic swordsmanship close three company has all been explained and demonstrated. You must practice hard in these three days, and strive to get a good result in the mid year contest. As you all know, this contest is the only reference standard for the college to select the entry qualification of Tianjiao battle. As long as you can stand out in the contest, There is hope to represent the college and take part in the highest honor battle sequence of our young warriors in Yunmeng city... "

The students were excited by the old teacher's words.

Ah.

The dream of all the boys and girls in Yunmeng city.

It is also the dream of countless young girls in the Beihai Empire, representing the highest glory battlefield of the young generation of warriors.

Old teacher Ding Sanshi nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, his eyes swept, and fell on Lin Beichen.

This product is still in a daze.

Is it tolerable?

The old teacher almost ran away in a flash, rushed to the ground and rubbed the brain stump a hundred times.

But at the thought of Zhan Tianhou's instructions to him before he left, Ding Sanshi had no choice but to roar.

He cleared his throat, forced to be affable, and said: "Lin Beichen, since you cut in classes for one year, you have had several monthly exams. Every time you take the theory class, you get zero points, and the actual combat class is a mess. You are the oldest in the class, but you are only a first-class warrior. If you don't succeed in literature and martial arts, and you don't listen carefully in class, don't you feel ashamed?"

"I don't think so."

Lin Beichen devotes himself to the study of mobile phones, and says carelessly without raising his head.

"You..."

Ding Sanshi choked.

It's a little. Brat.

Ah, I can't help it.

He raised his voice eight degrees and said angrily, "your father, Zhan Tianhou, is one of the top ten generals of the Empire. He guards the border for the country, bleeding and sweating. Your sister Lin tingchan is also the legend and pride of the young generation of swordsmen in our province. As the son of the Marquis, you have set such a humiliating record and are so indifferent?"

"What shall I do?"

Lin Beichen

I asked impatiently, "am I proud of setting such a record? No, "he said

"You..."

Old teacher Ding Sanshi choked again.

Listen!

Is this human language?

"Lin Beichen, don't forget that you have been asked for tickets, collections and water stickers by the provincial government

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