Shingu University is attached.

As the name suggests, Shingu University is a high school affiliated to Shingu University, and it is also the premier aristocratic school in Shingu City. The style of the college is classical and elegant, with a lonely mountain in its back, facing the outer lake, the jade trees in the campus are verdant and green, flowers are everywhere, and the ancient Greek style buildings are dotted in the middle, and the artificial beauty and natural beauty are blended to form a unique style of scenery. The Municipal Tourism Bureau once issued a set of commemorative albums, and the cover on the top was the Shingu Grand Annex.

September 17th, the registration day for the new semester affiliated to Shingu University.

On this day, the beautiful school gate looks like a driving show, BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Porsche, Land Rover, Lamborghini, ...... Famous cars flowed, the huge square was stuffed to the brim, students wore exquisitely cut black school uniforms and got off one by one, gathering in the direction of the teaching building, the whole school gate was unprecedented, quite a bit of the momentum of the opening of the grand feast.

However, when Yang Zhen appeared at the entrance of the New Palace, his aura still made the whole scene quiet in an instant, and countless eyes pressed on him.

For this point, Yang Zhen has long been mentally prepared, and the psychological quality of a generation of soldier kings is not covered, so that there will be no loss of honor because he has become the focus of attention.

He walked in the direction of the school building without squinting, leaving behind him the occasional exclamations from both sides.

As for the content of the exclamation, Yang Zhen didn't want to pay attention to it, his body was straight, and he walked under everyone's eyes with a cold face.

Occasionally, though, some words came to his ears:

"Eh~ that...... Is it a new sanitation worker?"

"It's not like that, you can see he's still carrying a school bag. ”

The school uniform has not been received yet, and Yang Zhen at this moment is naturally wearing the standard uniform of the king of soldiers: liberation shoes, blue pants and old military uniforms. He had no other clothes.

But......

Does it matter?

Judging people by their appearance is superficial!

Yang Zhenyun continued to walk lightly.

"Eh~ This can't be a neurosis, right? It's so bullish to wear a migrant uniform, does he think he's wearing a Burberry?"

"......" Yang Zhen disdainfully:

Vulgar!

He pushed his bicycle through a pile of limousines, and passers-by saw him with one hand in his pocket and the other with a cart in his face, looking calm and indifferent, and petrified.

"You should also pay attention to your appearance, push a broken bicycle and push it so much, do you think you are pushing Harley?"

"......!" Yang Zhen continued to disdain:

Mortal!

He continued to walk forward, and the crowd automatically parted to both sides as he passed, making Yang Zhen look like a king was coming.

"Let's stay away, if we get rubbed, maybe we will be infected with the new crown ......"

"......!!" Yang Zhen ......

Still disdainful:

Ant!

The new student registration office is in the conference room on the first floor of the teaching building, when Yang Zhen arrived, there was a long queue to pay tuition, they walked to the beautiful female teacher one by one, handed over a gold card with a delicate hand, and the female teacher took it with a smile, and swiped lightly on the machine, the action was elegant, and with a pleasant sound of "drop", a complete process was over.

High-end atmosphere.

When Yang Zhen walked to the registration desk, he saw such a scene.

He walked to the registration desk, the female teacher in charge of registration smiled elegantly, but the smile was a little stiff, she looked left and right without a trace, and found that her colleagues had run to get masks, so she had to speak:

"This classmate, do you want to report to work?"

Yang Zhen: "...... Well. ”

He understood the governess's eyes and tone, but he ......

Don't care!

"Okay, tuition and fees are 8500 in total, and accommodation is 1200. Would you rather use a credit card or cash?"

The female teacher said as she took out the POS machine, thought about it and put the machine back on, then put on the money counter, thought about it and put on gloves again.

Yang Zhen also understood this action......

"When what brand of bioweapon?" he sighed and shook his head:

"I don't have any money. ”

Suddenly, the audience was as silent as death.

Everyone was dumbfounded: this person ...... What routine?

Dressed like a migrant worker, riding a broken car that fell apart when it stopped, it was like 2580,000 yuan, Yang Zhen's posture is incomprehensible, although many people avoid it, but there are also many people of insight who think that they should be cautious, after all, the coal bosses in Shanxi may not look much better. When Yang Zhen walked to the registration desk, these people thought that he would casually take out a check from his pocket and wave it with a big pen, and by the way, slap the guy who judged people by his appearance, and the result was ......

No money?

"This classmate~" The female teacher's face was a little ugly, "You mean...... Swiping a card?"

She took out the POS machine again, and thought to herself: Is there a mistake? The person in front of her is not a real person, isn't he the kind who will pull out a wrinkled, wet bill from his underwear?

Yang Zhen shook his head: "No, I don't have any money." ”

The governess was dumbfounded.

I don't have the money to pay the tuition, and I say it so calmly and detached, as if Lao Tzu is poor, how can I see this kind of student for the first time.

In the crowd of onlookers, I don't know who took the lead to "sigh", and then all kinds of laughter came and went in the registration office.

Yang Zhen turned a deaf ear, for him, coming to Xingong University to go to school was a matter of promising the "old man", and the "old man" said that the formalities would be completed before he came. Since he didn't do it well, it's a big deal that he can't get it, anyway, his self-taught courses are more than enough to take the MIT exam, and it really doesn't matter if he can't go to Xingong University.

Besides, he is now focused on cultivating the truth, and he really has little interest in worldly things.

"No money...... Can't you sign up?" Yang Zhen asked.

The governess looked at him like a fool, as if asking, "What do you say?"

"Understood. Yang Zhen nodded, and was about to turn around and leave, when someone suddenly grabbed him.

This is a very serious little old man, with a round body like a leather ball, and the top of his head is as bright as a light bulb. Yang really wanted to ask him what was the matter, the female teacher stood up suddenly, the teachers at the registration office all stood up, there was a suppressed whisper around him, the students talked about each other, and everyone could hear a noun in their mouths:

"Headmaster. ”

"Headmaster?"

Yang Zhen also heard it, and became a cultivator, his vision and hearing were beyond ordinary people, and he heard those suppressed whispers, but he didn't expect this old man with a bit of comedy to be the principal of Xingong University, and he didn't expect the principal to suddenly look for him.

The principal helped the thin round-framed gold-rimmed glasses on his face, looked at Yang Zhen deeply, and then walked towards the female teacher, lowered his voice and whispered to her:

"This person, don't charge tuition. ”

His voice was too low, and there were all kinds of noise next to him, this time Yang Zhen didn't hear it, he only saw the principal take out a sealed document bag and hand it over.

The female teacher took it with suspicion, thinking to herself that there are still students in this world who don't have to pay tuition? And why is the headmaster so mysterious? But then she suddenly realized:

The city has always attached great importance to talent education, and it seems that this student applied for a subsidy for extremely poor students, so there is no money to pay for tuition. However, this kind of thing is just a phone call, and the principal personally sent it to make a big fuss.

The female teacher opened the file bag and glanced at it......

Yang was really about to leave, but suddenly noticed something strange behind him, he looked back and found that the female teacher had suddenly turned into a stone statue.

The stone statue fell to the dust, because the female teacher's whole body was trembling frequently, and the hand holding the document was clenched tightly, her gaze first froze on the paper, and then wandered back and forth between Yang Zhen and the document.

Yang Zhen noticed the female teacher's abnormal reaction, it seemed as if she suddenly didn't know how to read, and even looked at the paper upside down several times, her face turned from red to white, and then from white to red.

"Could it be that the teacher is sick?" Yang thought sincerely.

As a soldier king, of course, he also has to study medicine, Yang Zhen remembers seeing in a medical paper that there is a rare clinical manifestation of Parkinson's disease like this, and then the limbs will twitch and foam at the mouth, and finally become a vegetative person.

He was wondering if to call a doctor in a hurry, when the female teacher suddenly trotted all the way over:

"Why are you leaving, is there something you are not satisfied with our school?"

The bag was not an approval from the education department at all, but a special invitation from the school board!

"Huh~?" Yang Zhen's eyes widened.

This attitude changed too suddenly, right?

"Not bad!" the headmaster took his hand affectionately, "If you are not satisfied, just mention it, and we will seriously consider your opinion." ”

"This ......"

To be honest, Yang Zhen was a little hesitant, and now he really didn't want to read it anymore - although it was a promise to "die old man", this school was obviously also the kind of place where dogs looked at people, and besides, he was busy cultivating truth now, and he was not very interested in going to school or anything.

His expression fell into the headmaster's eyes, so the old man added:

"Or if you have any other requirements, you can say it!"

This is tantamount to adding a bombshell. The audience was in an uproar, and the attitude of the principal and teachers was as if they were afraid that this person would not come to study, and the students stared at Yang Zhen, who had lost their highlights, and looked at Yang Zhen, who was covered with the words "I am a migrant worker", and felt that they had hallucinations.

"This, this ......" Yang Zhen also felt a little unscientific, the female teacher was polite before-with contempt in the politeness, but now in front of herself, she can only be described as low-eyebrow and pleasing to the eyes, and the changes before and after are too obvious.

What's more, there is also the principal who personally came forward.

Could it be because of that document bag? Could it be that the "dead old man" sent someone to send it?

Although the "dead old man" said that "the formalities will be completed", I really didn't expect it to be "proper" to this part.

Yang Zhen couldn't help but glance at the document placed on the table, but unfortunately the female teacher covered it, and he could only see the watermark of the iris on the back of the document, which was exquisite, beautiful, and implied an aristocratic and mysterious atmosphere.