Quan Jin, she actually came?

The smile on the corner of An Yunnuan's mouth froze, his face turned pale, and he clenched his fingers in panic, but found that even his palms were cold.

Crisp, piercing footsteps followed.

It is the impression that the girl's lazy and lazy pace carries a somewhat arrogant and unrestrained feeling.

"Bang-bang!"

Many young masters and young ladies of the family first stood up in shock, and then slumped into their seats.

He looked frightened and sweated coldly on his forehead.

There was an aura that they had never felt before slowly approaching, oppressive, chilling, and making people's bodies tremble.

"Shhh

"She! She's a power?! ”

"Didn't you say she's short and fat, what?"

There was a burst of disbelief in the entire hotel lobby.

Porpass!

Everyone's heartbeat accelerated unbalancedly, and they looked at the girl who was favored by God stupidly.

She wore a short black coat.

With long hair on his shoulders and a mask, he reveals a pair of eyes that would lose his soul when he sees it.

When she walks, she will have an invisible coercion, especially like a king standing at the peak.

"Courtyard University!"

"It's Quanjin, it's her who is here."

In the corner of the Royal Hotel, a man and a woman sat with their eyes on Quan.

One of the female assistants turned her head to look at the middle-aged man beside her.

A little panicked, he said, "Hospital, what should we do now?" ”

"The central organization is also here for the sake of power."

"If they see us, I'm afraid they will laugh at our institutions for being rubbish, and in a few days, it will be a competition between the new students of the two institutions."

"We"

"Don't delay Miss Kwon any longer, she deserves a better agency."

The right to be better deserves better

Is it the central institution that has stepped on them for seven years?

The hospital looked at the dazzling figure, so arrogant, so confident, the kind that couldn't lose.

"She deserves better"

The University tightened its fingers and pinched the admission slip.

With some struggle, he spoke: "The central agency is also here, for her." ”

"Maybe"

"Maybe we shouldn't come to the banquet, her talent shouldn't be buried in us."

The courtyard laughed bitterly and desolate at himself.

The hand that twisted the admission slip shrank into his sleeve, sighed, and walked out with his back a little depressed and vicissitudes.

But at this moment—