Chapter Seventy-Three: Official Enrollment!
"That's why the prince of the Imperial Corpse clan will become the prince of the prince!" Yu Qingyuan finished telling the story, and everyone in the room seemed to fall into memory.
"In a word, Wu Ye is a god!" Man Jiu sighed, the sect that was replaced by the sect master happened to have them.
Qian Baohou shook his head, after making up the picture of the year. couldn't help but say: "Master Wu is a god!"
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The next day, it was just dawning. Qianbaohou, who was still asleep, was woken up by the sudden sound of recitation.
As soon as I finished washing, there was a knock on the door.
"Brother Bao! I am officially admitted to the hospital today, hurry up!" Zhuge Hui stood in the courtyard and hurriedly beckoned.
"Hey...... It's really sad......" Following behind Zhuge Hui, Qianbao sighed thickly.
He's almost forgotten when the last time he went to school.
Looking up at the sky that was not yet bright, Qianbaohou suddenly lost his interest.
was silent all the way, and Qianbaohou seemed to have lost his soul. Follow Zhuge Hui through the corridor and into the academy.
Zhuge Hui, who came to the home field, kept introducing him to the structure of the academy.
It's a pity that Qianbaohou didn't listen to a word. All his thoughts were on one thing at the moment.
How to Escape the Academy!
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"Brother Bao, are you listening?" Zhuge Hui stopped at some point and looked at him with a strange expression.
"I'm listening, I'm listening! Have you arrived?" Qian Baohou finally came back to his senses and immediately began to look around.
Where the two stopped, there was a courtyard full of age.
It is different from the old and dilapidated buildings of the Imperial Spirit Sect. Although this yard has been built for many years, it is obvious that it is very well maintained.
"Huh, what are these paintings?" Qianbaohou pointed to the courtyard wall, very puzzled.
Following his fingers, Zhuge Hui blushed after just one glance.
On the white wall, which is not very high, there are many "paintings".
"Brother Bao, this is the masterpiece of your future classmates!" Zhuge Hui somehow, his face became redder and redder.
Although Qian Baohou was puzzled, he didn't ask much.
"The special painting method of the academy? Could it be an abstract school? Fortunately, Lao Tzu didn't comment, otherwise he would have lost face......
I kept muttering in my heart, but there was no reaction on my face.
Qian Baohou looked at the paintings on the wall again.
"Good painting! This person's skills can already be called everyone!" Qianbao pretended to praise.
"Big ...... Family?...... Cough...... Ahem, Brother Bao, let's go!" Zhuge Hui's face turned red, and he suddenly coughed violently.
Qian Baohou looked at Zhuge Hui who was trotting, and only felt inexplicable.
Pushing open the bronze door, Zhuge Hui and Qianbao Hou stepped into the hospital.
"Why is there still a child's cry?" Qianbaohou had just walked into the yard when he heard the child's heart-rending cry.
wanted to ask Zhuge Hui, but found that he had already walked through the courtyard and entered the room.
"What the hell?" Qian Baohou became more and more puzzled, and hurriedly chased after him.
Inside the room, a screen painted with a picture of a lady blocked the view.
Zhuge Hui stood in front of the screen, and after watching him come in, he didn't give him a chance to ask questions at all.
He clasped his fists and saluted: "Bachelor Zhuge Hui, send the student Qianbaohou to enroll." ”
"What kind of plane are you doing...... Qian Baohou suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Come in!" Behind the screen, a pleasant female voice suddenly sounded amid a heart-rending cry.
Zhuge Hui, who was extremely pompous in the past, suddenly became serious at this moment. He ignored Qianbaohou and walked around the screen.
The stunned Qianbao Hou can only follow in.
As soon as he bypassed the screen, the scene in front of him made Qianbao Hou dumbfounded.
In the middle of the room, there is a long desk.
Behind the desk, a woman sits.
Qian Baohou only glanced at it, and he felt that his mouth was dry.
The woman's red gauze wraps her whole body, and her upper body can be faintly seen through the sarown......
She was wearing only a corset embroidered with peonies......
Looking under the desk, a dress that was obviously short showed long jade legs.
"Poof......" Qianbao's thick nosebleed gushed out, and the net stockings on his legs almost killed him.
The last time I saw this kind of outfit was on the day he was struck by lightning......
The sudden cry of "Wow ......" made Qianbaohou get rid of his reverie and look for the maker of the cry.
For the first time in the room, he looked away from the woman and looked away.
As he looked at it this time, he realized that this was also a school.
On either side of the room, there are very small desks.
Behind each desk, there is a young schoolchild.
According to Qianbaohou's eyesight, the oldest of these children was only eight years old.
And the one who was crying loudly was the child sitting in the front row on the left.
"Mr. Forget! Qianbaohou has already sent it, please allow him to learn!" Zhuge Hui handed over his luggage very respectfully.
"Mengxue, I ???" Qian Baohou was momentarily stunned and looked at Zhuge Hui in horror.
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