Chapter Thirty-Eight: Get Rid of Him

"I think that little girl should be interesting to you," said the old man, his words a little meaningful, and his voice sounded a little smiling.

When Ming Ling heard the old man's words, he was choked by the air, "Teacher, don't talk nonsense. ”

"You can see it from the words and the way you look at you. The old man said again, and there seemed to be some confidence in his tone.

Ming Ling rolled his eyes, "Teacher, how come you still have the leisure time to study this." ”

The old man couldn't help laughing, "Forget it, forget it, but have you noticed that this girl's identity is a little weird?"

Listening to the old man's somewhat low voice, Ming Ling frowned, it was indeed what happened in the concierge just now, Ming Ling felt a little strange, if it was just a student, it wouldn't scare the concierge like that.

Ming Ling guessed: "Could it be that the cat's strength is outstanding, which makes the porter afraid?"

"No, no, no, you can't just consider the surface when you think about things, the porter is a purple qi refiner, that little girl is not purple, even if she can skip the level to defeat, but it is impossible to be easy, and through the Divine Beast Forest, I observed that although this little girl has a high level of strength, she is very strategic in fighting, and the porter must have fought a lot when she was young, and she has gone to the Divine Beast Forest more than five times, so it is impossible to be afraid because of her strength. ”

After listening to the old man's explanation, Ming Ling had an answer in his heart, "So, the teacher means that the cat has a noble status and has a backstage!"

"That's understandable, but this little girl is pretty good. The old man said with a sense of praise.

Ming Ling said with a smile: "Yes, I am very kind, if it weren't for her help in the Divine Beast Forest, I'm afraid I would have died in Huangquan!"

"Isn't there still your teacher and me, how can I ignore your teacher. The old man said in a complaining tone.

Ming Ling pursed his lips, "However, I was fighting in the Divine Beast Forest, and I didn't see you come forward to help." ”

"It's a good thing that you can win on your own, just to train your actual combat ability, not to mention ......" The old man stopped talking again.

Ming Ling was curious: "What does the teacher want to say?" asked, Ming Ling's mouth opened slightly, as if he remembered something, and asked again: "By the way, teacher, I just met Mao Mao before, and Mao Mao said that Xiao Youle was defeated by my own hands?" But at that moment I had no impression at all, I only remember that I was staying in the land of my heart, except for the strange sound of fighting next to my ears, I didn't feel anything, could it be that you defeated Xiao Youle, teacher?"

"I'll tell you about this when you're done with your own things and come to the land of your heart. The old man said.

Mingling let out an "um".

When he just walked to the door of the head teacher's office, he vaguely heard the words "get rid of him" coming from inside, and Ming Ling knocked lightly on the door.

"Please come in!"

Hearing the pager, Ming Ling entered the office, at this time there was not only one head teacher in the office, there was also a middle-aged man with medium height, slightly burly, thirty or forty years old in the office, the man was wearing a teacher's uniform, and the teacher's business card on his chest explained the identity of the man, Sun Zhiquan, the director of the sixth grade class, this Sun Zhiquan's face seemed to be angry and not completely dissipated, he thought that it would be other teachers who came in, but it turned out to be a student, because he did not govern the first grade, so he did not know this Ming Ling's grades.

The head teacher smiled hypocritically, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'm just going out and coming back, I'll report to you, if there's nothing wrong, I'll leave first. Ming Ling said respectfully.

The head teacher was a little impatient and said, "Go ahead." The tone sounded like he was holding back peace.

Hearing this, Ming Ling turned around and left.