Chapter 99: Glory of Kings Specialty Class

Yu Wenlun was happy when he heard it, sat up straight and looked at Yun Zuofan, his green eyes slowly narrowed, he took a puff of cigar, and smiled on his face.

"Yo, I haven't seen you for a year, and you have all the children? It's time for a full moon? Full moon wine, I'm definitely going. ”

Yun Zuofan leaned lazily on the sofa, a little distracted.

After a while, he said suddenly.

"I want her to go to school."

"Early education", Yu Wenlun understood, "Your brother is so good for you, your daughter can't go to a good high school, right?" It's not that I said, I can't control the imperial capital, but in this city, I can arrange anything for you. ”

Yun Zuofan came back to his senses and looked at Yu Wenlun with a surprised gaze.

"What early education, I'm going to send her to high school."

Yu Wenlun took a puff of his cigar.

Yes, then arrange a high school, the best high school is no problem.

Yun Zuofan's daughter is in high school......

Attending high school......

"Ahem!! Your daughter is in high school?! Are you TM crazy for a year old kid going to high school?! ”

Yu Wenlun almost choked himself to death with a puff of cigar!

He coughed violently, and the butler hurried over to pat him on the back.

What made him even more unbearable was that Yun Zuofan looked at him like a fool.

Yun Zuofan didn't understand.

"What happened to my daughter in high school? If it is at the level of the glory of the king, my daughter will graduate as a postdoctoral fellow! ”

This residual Wenlun is simply impossible to make up for in the brain.

Yun Zuofan is twenty-three, and I haven't heard of a lace news, but this child has it?

He doesn't count playing e-sports himself, but also educates his children to play?

Blue out of blue and better than blue?

A one-year-old kid goes to high school to fight the glory of the king?

"Yun Zuofan, are you crazy?! If you don't win the championship in your own game, you can't toss your child! One year old! Not weaned yet, have you? ”

Yu Wenlun handed the cigar to the housekeeper, and couldn't help but stand up and want to touch Yun Zuofan's forehead to see if it was burned.

Yun Zuofan opened his hand.

"What madness, my daughter is sixteen and shouldn't go to high school?"

"Oh, sixteen, sixteen is supposed to go to high school...... Sixteen, what sixteen, Yun Zuofan, you are only twenty-three, where did you come from, sixteen-year-old daughter! At the age of sixteen, I can almost be your daughter-in-law, oh my God! ”

Yu Wenlun is going crazy.

Yun Zuofan calmly took the red wine handed over by the housekeeper, took a sip, and said Shi Shiran.

"I said my daughter is my daughter, the little princess I adopted. Aren't you familiar with the city, and you didn't run that aristocratic high school? You arrange a special class for my daughter. ”

Yu Wenlun: ......

Yu Wenlun wiped his face.

"I've never heard of this kind of class."

Yun Zuofan turned his head, glanced at him, didn't speak again, leaned back on the sofa, and played with the red wine glass in his hand.

Yu Wenlun was a little panicked.

Yun Zuofan is not a good temper either, but he has been downtrodden recently.

In particular, he can have the current money and status, at that time, it was really Yun Zuofan who pulled it up, and on his birthday, Yun Zuofan gave him seven luxury cars with a price of more than five million, two of which were limited editions.

Yu Wenlun sighed.

"Okay, okay, it's up to you, Young Master Yun, you want your daughter to enter the King Glory Specialty Class...... So, open a specialty class? But what is the Glory of Kings specialty class for? A group of people go in and play games? ”

The brains of rich people are really incomprehensible.

Yun Zuofan glanced at him gently.

"What is this class for? Of course, let my daughter feel the campus life. ”

Yu Wenlun: ......

Yu Wenlun stroked his forehead, "Okay." ”

Yun Zuofan pursed his lips.

"By the way, pick some people for our team, otherwise, it's not bad to train a few anchors."

As he spoke, he took a sip of red wine.

"Money, you still have to earn."

Aristocrats, too, capitalists.