"Don't be afraid, our children were tested based on strength, and they didn't cheat, so there's nothing to be ashamed of. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" said Mr. Zhou.

"Whether it is a god or a mortal, there is no pie in the sky, and if you don't work hard, you won't get any good results; I believe that as long as your children work hard enough, coupled with Su Tong's learning methods, all children have the possibility of becoming the first in the city", the principal of the High School Affiliated to Jiaotong University stood up and said.

There is really no one at the level of this fool.

As soon as the principal's words fell, someone began to mutter: "The children of the gods all choose to go to school in the High School Affiliated to Jiaotong University, and it seems that the teaching there is really good." ”

"In the future, it will be more difficult to enter the high school attached to Jiaotong University. Someone said very sensibly.

This time, the two presidents of Jiaotong University trembled, and the two of them were broadcast on the news broadcast last night. ”

"When did it happen? This time the two of them won't be able to move up a notch?" Someone said.

Taking advantage of the excitement of everyone's chat, I wanted to retreat, but I didn't expect to be pulled back by Mr. Zhou.

He said: "Don't rush to leave, just take this opportunity to spread the word about the school we are going to run." ”

"Running a school is a matter between you and Caibi, what does it have to do with me. I excused myself.

"Why doesn't it matter, it's okay for you to stand here for me to support me, right?" Old Man Zhou said.

"Okay, I'll just stand here and be a façade for you, if you have anything to say, say it quickly. I said.

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet, I am very happy to receive you today as a parent of your child, and I would like to express my deep gratitude to you for your attention!" Old Man Zhou said these words beautifully, and there was applause around him.

"Our children can have today's results, and the teachers and principals of the primary school attached to Jiaotong University, the teachers and principals of the high school affiliated to Jiaotong University are inseparable, and the hard work is inseparable. After speaking, Old Man Zhou nodded at the two principals.

"What do you kids usually learn at home?" A reporter asked.

"I learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, calligraphy, etiquette and music. Old Man Zhou said.

"Learn so much, is it the old man who will teach you?" Someone else asked.

This question is too much in line with Old Man Zhou's mind, if I hadn't stayed with Old Man Zhou all the time, I suspect that it was arranged by him.

"We have our own tutor who specializes in teaching poetry, calligraphy and etiquette, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and a martial arts teacher who specializes in teaching traditional martial arts in the Han Dynasty. Old Man Zhou said.

How high is the level of a person who can be a teacher for the children of the gods?

People are full of expectations for the teacher in Mr. Zhou's mouth.

"Do you want to see Su Tong's family teacher's piano skills, do you want to see Teacher Mao Ping's face?" Old Man Zhou asked very provocatively.

"I want to ------," all the reporters and onlookers shouted in unison.

"Let's invite Teacher Mao Ping to appear!"

With the shouting of Old Man Zhou, I saw Mao Ping wearing a goose-yellow tulle Qiluo skirt, and her posture stood up gracefully, her long jet-black hair was loosely pulled up, and a blue dot Cui was swayed obliquely on it, her exquisite and transparent little face was slightly raised, and her calm and gentle eyes overflowed with waveless indifference, but they were as quiet and unfathomable as the deep sea.

Mao Ping very politely performed a Han Dynasty etiquette at Old Man Zhou, and then opened her lips lightly, and said slowly: "Next, I will play a song "Whispering Man" for everyone."

After speaking, she gestured to Wu Rui, the king of Changsha next to her, and Wu Rui immediately arranged for someone to move the guzheng over.

With the light opening of Mao Ping's delicate little finger, a curling piano sound sounded in the sky above the courtyard, like gurgling water, like a whisper, graceful and lingering.

Accompanied by the sound of Mao Ping's piano, Wu Rui, the king of Changsha, danced beside him with a long sword, and moved or tossed and turned with the rhythm of the music, bringing people a visual and auditory feast.

After the song, thunderous applause rang out in the courtyard.

"Does Mr. Mao have any plans to take in a few more apprentices?" Someone took the opportunity to ask.

Teacher Mao is ready to carry forward the traditional Chinese culture and wants to set up a traditional art school to teach students poetry, calligraphy and etiquette, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Old Man Zhou took the opportunity to say.

"Teacher Mao, do you teach traditional Chinese painting, oil painting, or abstract painting?" The person concerned with the painting asked.

"I'm good at ink painting. Mao Ping said softly.

"Qingyuan, you go get a large piece of rice paper, and let Mao Ping paint it for everyone to see. "Old Man Zhou really spared no effort to sell Mao Ping.

Old Man Zhou was busy promoting Mao Ping there, He Tianshen pulled Su Tong and Fan Siqin, and Qianmo was interviewed by individual reporters.

"Excuse me, what is your relationship?" Someone asked.

"I am her ancestor. He Tianshen said proudly.

When he said this, he forgot what he had transformed into today, a twenty or thirty-year-old hairy child turned out to be the ancestor of a teenage girl, and no one would believe it except himself.

Everyone looked at He Tianshen with questioning eyes.

"Why don't you believe it? I don't believe you called her mother and asked her to tell you. He Tianshen said unhappily.

"Nianqing, Nianqing, hurry up. ”

In order to confirm that he was telling the truth, He Tianshen shouted at the top of his voice.

Everyone's eyes were on me, I really wanted to cover my face and escape, but the great god master greeted, and the monk couldn't run away from the temple, I expected Ai Ai to walk up to He Tianshen and asked softly: "Master, what do you call me?"

"Hear that, her mother has called me master, do you think I'm her ancestor?"

"Is this her mother?" Someone looked at us with suspicion.

"If you want to say that it is a sister, I still believe it, saying that the mother and daughter are a bit too fake. A reporter chimed in.

This is to let Su Tong prove that my mother is my mother's posture.

"Mom!" Su Tong shouted at me.

"You called Mom, and we don't believe it. Someone coaxed.

"So how can I prove that I'm her mother?" I asked.

"It's really hard to prove this, can you tell us how we became so young, can we become young by practicing immortal cultivation?" A reporter asked.

"Can we ordinary people practice your kind of magic?"

"Did you take some rejuvenation pills or something like that?"

I have to say that the crooked level of these reporters is really high, and it didn't take long for them to go from children's learning to Xunxian Qianqing, and then from Xunxian to beauty and beauty, and then to alchemy.