Because of the instinctive fear of the strange old man who had never met before, Linglong led Yun Yang all the way, and soon came to the martial arts training ground, and at this time, the class division ceremony had begun.

The martial arts training ground is a place for students to learn martial arts by themselves, it is in the shape of a ring, in the center is a round platform one meter higher than the ground, the round platform is very large, more than 1,000 students are gathered together, but it only occupies a corner of the round platform, the martial arts training ground is surrounded by a three-storey high stand, on weekdays, there will always be some students in the stands to watch the game, but today, because of the freshmen class, the martial arts training ground is occupied, at this time, the stands are empty.

As soon as Yun Yang and the others entered the martial arts training ground, they heard the teacher report the lottery result of a student.

"Li Zi, the second class of freshmen, into the ranks, the next one."

Call! The freshman named Li Zi was obviously relieved to hear that he had been assigned to the second class, and after sneaking a glance at the corner of the round platform out of the corner of his eye, he hurriedly ran in the other direction of the round platform, and the direction he ran in was the second class of the first grade that had already stood with dozens of students.

At this time, the students who had drawn lots had already stood in the ranks of their classes according to their own lottery results, while the remaining three or four hundred people who had not yet drawn lots were still standing in the center of the round platform, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, each worried and nervous.

There are a total of 1,000 and 1 students for the new students this time, and the original plan was to divide them into only ten classes, but because of the addition of the strange old man, the academy deliberately added another class this time, that is, there are a total of eleven classes. In front of each class, a guide board is placed, and the guide board is marked from left to right, and the first class and the second class are marked in turn...... Until the last eleventh class.

After Yun Yang arrived at the martial arts training ground, he subconsciously looked around and saw that there was a teacher standing in front of each class, including Du Chen and Gao Mu yesterday, all of whom stood in front of the corresponding class, but only the "wine demon" who everyone feared in their hearts, the head teacher of the eleventh class. However, he didn't see the head teacher, but Yun Yang saw the group of students who had won the eleventh class.

At this time, the number of students who were very "lucky" to draw the eleventh class was only a dozen, which was significantly less than that of other classes, Yun Yang quietly asked Linglong to know that although the academy agreed to add a new class for the strange old man, it only allowed him to bring a maximum of twenty new students. Although Linglong didn't say the reason, Yun Yang knew that everyone present knew it, otherwise, the originally happy and happy class placement ceremony looked a bit like going to the execution ground at the moment. And the dozen or so freshmen who were selected for class 11 were all like ashes at the moment, listless, and looked sad about the imminent disaster.

Yun Yang and Linglong quietly blended into the team, fortunately, the draw was in no particular order, otherwise, it would not only be a shame to be named but not there.

The remaining three or four hundred people were drawn by lot, and soon there were only ten people left, and Yun Yang and Linglong were among these ten people, but to their surprise, two of these ten people were acquaintances!

Lin Shuyao and Ji Miaoer were also among them!

Just now, because he had been paying attention to the lottery results of the students, so he ignored the people around him, and Yun Yang saw that Ji Miao'er, who was dressed in red, had already walked to the simple high platform at the lottery place.

"Yun Yang, do you think she will draw class eleven?" Linglong whispered to Yun Yang.

"I don't know, just let it be." Yun Yang replied lightly.

"I really hope that she will be selected in Class 11 and let that strange old man suppress her arrogance!" Linglong obviously didn't have a good impression of Ji Miao'er, so when Ji Miao'er stretched the tender white soft wattle into the transparent glass crystal, she kept muttering "Medium!" Middle! Middle! ”

Yun Yang smiled speechlessly, this is really exquisite.

Ji Miao'er quickly handed over the lottery to the teacher in charge of the ticket, and the teacher opened the lottery, frowned slightly, and then looked up at Ji Miaoer.

At this time, Ji Miaoer, who was nervously waiting for the results of the lottery, shouted in her heart that it was not good when she saw the slightly regretful expression of the teacher who recorded the vote, just because there was only one thing that could make this teacher frown today, that is, she won the eleventh class!

Sky! No way! Don't be so sad! She doesn't want to go! Ji Miao'er subconsciously clenched her hands, her expression was like constipation, and she wanted to say goodbye, stop it! Speak quickly! Ji Miaoer shouted in her heart, but she couldn't open her mouth.

Ji Miaoer's anxiety and the frown of the singing teacher were all in the eyes of everyone, and all the teachers present shook their heads in addition to each other, while the freshmen who had not yet taken the turn to draw lots all breathed a long sigh of relief as if they were relieved, and Linglong even covered her mouth and laughed "hehe".

Great, great, the eighteen who have won the lottery plus this one, only the last place is left, the original 20% probability of winning, now only 1 in 10, good, good, good! Everyone sighed.

The singing teacher naturally knew what the freshmen were thinking, but he had to be ruthless to read out the numbers on the spirit sign in public. Hey, kid, don't blame the teacher for being ruthless, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck! The singing teacher mourned for Ji Miaoer in his heart.

"Ji Miao'er, No. ......"

"Wait!" Just when the singing teacher was about to report Ji Miaoer's class, a deep but rough voice suddenly exploded in the martial arts training ground.

All the freshmen covered their ears one after another, and the weaker of the freshmen sat on the ground with an unstable buttocks, gritting their teeth in pain, and the slightly better body trembled slightly like an autumn leaf trembling in the wind.

The teachers at the scene frowned, and hated in their hearts, when will this living ancestor come, but when it is about to end, this is good, the original plan has been disrupted, and they can't cheat if they want to, especially Du Chen's four teachers, at this moment, their hearts are almost about to jump out of their throats, because their most optimistic students are still among the remaining freshmen who have not been drawn. Looking at the situation just now, the freshman should have won the eleventh class without accident, so that only the last freshman in the eleventh class is now left undrawn, although there is only a one-tenth chance, but Du Chen and they still don't want an accident.

A gust of wind blew, and everyone barely managed to stabilize their figures, and when they opened their eyes again, they saw a sloppy and unkempt old man standing on the simple high platform at the lottery place, and the old man carried a two-foot-long wine gourd behind him.

"Hehe, Elder Qi." The singing teacher had a scornful face and a smile on his face.

"Humph!" Qi Yue snorted coldly, and then said: "It seems that the old man is very unpopular in the outer courtyard, and even the class placement ceremony has been forgotten." ”