Chapter 79

Out of the dormitory, Meng Fang walked in front and sang in the back.

I heard Meng Fang in front of me say in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I wanted to get you to Tianzi class 1, because I was the teacher of Tianzi class 1, but it didn't promise, saying it didn't meet the regulations..."

Singing and laughing: "it's all right."

"Don't worry too much about these. The pearl is covered with dust. Both me and Tang Jiusi know that you have good strength and great opportunities. Moreover, Tang Jiusi also told me that it is inevitable for you to enter the Dragon Pavilion, which is an honor that many students of Tianzi class can't have..."

Before Meng Fang finished his words, he sang and said, "it's all right, Mr. Meng, I understand. Moreover, there's nothing wrong with staying in the wasteland class. As far as I know, Xiuxian college has a competition every month. It shines brightly in the competition and can jump up."

"How did you know?" Meng Fang was surprised.

Gao Ge realized that he had slipped his tongue and said vaguely, "I listened to other students in the canteen before."

Meng Fang nodded and didn't care.

After Meng Fang, he walked into an office in the teaching building. The word "shortage" was written on the sign of the office.

In the office, there are all kinds of weapons stacked. There are male and female teachers, older ones in their sixties and seventies, younger ones in their thirties.

Seeing Meng Fang coming in, they stopped together, stood up and asked Meng Fang a question mark.

The identity of teachers in Tianzi class is obviously a bit higher than them.

"Mr. Meng, why did you come to the area of our desolate class?" A man in his forties said with a smile on his face.

Meng Fang turned his face and said to Gao Ge, "Gao Ge, this is Miss Jiang, the grade director of your Huang Zi class."

The teacher system of Xiuxian college is more like high school and junior middle school. There are grade directors and teaching directors, but there are no counselors, only head teachers.

"I've seen Miss Jiang singing." Sang hello.

"Are you singing?" Mr. Jiang rubbed his chin and had a headache.

When he saw Meng Fang coming, he guessed what the other party's purpose was.

"Miss Jiang, the singing class, you'd better arrange it for me." Meng Fang said.

Mr. Jiang looked around and all the teachers avoided Mr. Jiang's eyes.

Mr. Jiang has a growing headache.

"Mr. Meng, he... Is sure that only two martial veins have been opened?"

"Yes, but he has good strength."

"In other words, on the premise of opening only two martial veins, he has begun to practice?"

Meng Fang smiled: "it's just a simple practice of Qi. There's no specific realm."

"Even so, it's troublesome for him to continue to rush away from the martial vein in the future, isn't it?" Mr. Jiang asked.

in the final analysis.

In the eyes of Mr. Jiang and others, singing is like a backward student.

Such students will drag their feet when they enter any class.

This is the first immortal Cultivation College in China. The students in it are top talents. There are almost no students who only open two martial arts channels.

Unless the later immortal Cultivation College is completely launched in China, there will be a little more immortal practitioners with one martial vein and two martial veins, but even then, it is still the bottom of the immortal Cultivation College.

Singing is not calm.

Although he guessed the situation and could understand it, so many teachers showed indifference and even dislike in front of their own faces, which made him a little unhappy.

"He also came out of duanlong mountain." Meng Fang said.

"Hey, hey, the worst young people who came out of duanlong mountain have opened more than a dozen martial arts veins. This one who only opened two martial arts veins is really the only one!" A teacher in his fifties twisted the lid of a teacup and said with a smile, but his words were full of sarcasm.

"Mr. Meng, don't embarrass us. If you really think highly of him, take him to Tianzi class! Our students in Huangzi class are really not good, but there is no one with two martial veins."

"Yes, Mr. Meng, don't embarrass us." Another female teacher interrupted.

Singing, the face is more and more ugly.

Meng Fang's eyes were cold and his body trembled. He was angry with these bastards.

Mr. Jiang seemed to have seen something from Meng Fang's face and hurriedly said, "it's almost all right! Shut up!"

Those teachers were quiet one by one and didn't dare to continue to be presumptuous.

But they have expressed their dissatisfaction incisively and vividly. They don't believe that they have said so. Bangladesh is still willing to put people in them.

Meng Fang sighed, turned his face and looked at Gao Ge. He said in a helpless tone, "Gao Ge, let me take you to Hong Zi class."

Singing just wanted to nod, but suddenly I heard a familiar voice at the door.

"Since you don't want it, come to my class."

A man in a short shirt came into the office and smiled at the singing, gentle and elegant.

Singing, seeing the visitor, his eyes brightened and surprised.

"Liu... Miss Liu?"

The man who just walked in was in his thirties and sixes. He was surprised by the singing: "do you know me?"

Singing scared a cold sweat, the brain was running rapidly, and finally a flash of intelligence, smiled and said, "after entering the college, I saw a picture and information of teachers on the left side of the college."

"Then you have a heart and will observe those." Liu Zhongyi nodded. "As a practitioner, you really should pay attention to everything around you. This is an advantage. Keep it well."

Meng Fang didn't believe Gao Ge's words. He looked at Gao Ge and fell into doubt.

This boy, have you seen Liu Zhongyi?

But these are not the focus now. He asked, "Mr. Liu, are you willing to accept singing?"

"What's the matter? There are no incompetent students in the world, only incompetent teachers." Liu Zhongyi said with a smile. He didn't have much thought or aim at anyone, but such a simple sentence annoyed some people.

"That's right, Mr. Liu. Do you mean we can't do anything?" The female teacher frowned and said displeased.

"Ha ha, Miss Qin, I don't mean that." Liu Zhongyi smiled and quickly waved his hand to explain, "that's what I said..."

"Well, I do believe that Mr. Liu is not aimed at us. After all, Mr. Liu is not a tool. At the age of 36, he still stays in the realm of condensing gas. I'm afraid many students are not as good as him?" The teacher in his fifties blew the tea in the cup, drank the tea in it, and said with his eyes narrowed.

"That's the truth. Hehe, it's also good. Waste students should be handed over to waste teachers. It's just right to get together." The female teacher sneered.

Liu Zhongyi blushed, opened his mouth and said, "teacher Qin, if you say I'm a waste, I'll recognize it, but the child is less than 20 years old. No one can say it in the future."

"Only two martial arts veins have been opened. Even some ordinary people can cultivate a little more than this. Isn't this a waste student?" The female teacher sniffed at Liu Zhongyi's words.

"Some immortals can live on the later ones." Liu Zhongyi wants to argue for singing.

In fact, the other party mocked him. He didn't care very much. Anyway, at his age, he still stayed in the realm of condensing gas. It's not too much to say that he is a waste teacher.

But in his opinion, singing is still a child after all. If we define him as a waste now, how much harm will it do to the child?

Singing hands, subconsciously clenched into fists.

He has reached the edge of anger.

But in my heart, there is a deep helplessness.

Mr. Liu, as in his previous life, never knew what to argue for himself.

If you have half the skill of Yue Xincheng's mouth cannon, you won't be bullied like this?

He just didn't understand why his teacher in his last life would have an intersection so soon in this life.