Dao San stretched out his hands, Jin Yan and Yin Yan were wearing wide aristocratic dresses for him, and the Zhibo family crest was also tattooed on his shoulders, but he was afraid that Dao San would be too outstanding, so he covered it with Bai Juan.

There are also decorations that symbolize aristocratic status, such as star-holding hoops and ornamental yarns, which are not worn.

Although the Shiba family doesn't mind, they are worried that the third brother will be bullied at school.

"Third junior brother Dao, some of the noble guys are very excessive, you remember, if someone bullies you, you will beat him to death."

"What about going to school? Here are some important points to keep in mind. ”

The eagle pretended to hold a ruler in his hand, and a book, and wore a large eyepiece that was a finger thick, and pointed out the maze for Daosan.

In the past three days, in order to avoid being violently attacked by Daosan, Mr. Kuzuru and Mr. Iwatsuru have done a lot of homework.

Daosan, who was still very serious, sweated on his forehead.

Going to school is scary, isn't it?

When you meet a good-looking female classmate, don't look too much, it is easy to cause conflicts among classmates.

When you encounter ugly classmates, don't look at them too much, it is easy to cause conflicts among classmates.

When the teacher asks questions, don't answer too positively, which is easy to cause conflicts among classmates.

When the teacher asks questions, don't answer too negatively, which is easy to cause conflicts between teachers and students.

When Michizo walked out of Shiba's house, his legs were a little scared, is going to school such a terrible thing?

Eventually, Iwashi also gave Michizo a copy of The Art of Language, which he had written with another less important sociological writer.

Dao San embarked on the trip with some nervousness.

And as Michizo is gone, the gears in the shadows of Shiba's house turn wildly, making a "click" sound.

With a cigarette gun in his mouth, he stood at the top and smiled proudly, "I guess the third junior brother will be surprised when he sees us again." ”

"Boom"

With an earthquake-like roar, the Shiba family's hut rose from the ground.

"Flower crane cannon, fire!"

……

When Dao San came to the admissions office of Mao Lingshu Academy, there were already more than five hundred people standing in front of him.

"The civilians of Wandering Soul Street stand in the first column, and the nobles stand in the second column, no matter what your identity is, as long as you are not from the five nobles, you will be lined up for me."

The disciplined teacher stood in the line and shouted at the break.

Although there are a lot of people, the two lines are not long, and the Dao San at the end of the line is slightly probed, paying attention to the enrollment situation.

"Lingwei grade is not qualified."

"Soul body stability fails."

"The psychological quality is extremely poor, and I can't adapt to the corresponding training of the Grim Reaper."

The pace of progress is very fast, especially compared to the aristocracy, which also examines family relationships and the team planned after graduation.

Civilian teams, almost ten minutes will eliminate one.

The civilian students in the back complained from time to time, and in such a tense atmosphere, Daosan's calf was also slightly spasmed.

"Well, are you a nobleman?"

Dao San turned his head, it was a young purple-haired young man, his forehead was sweating nervously at this time, his lips trembled, and the text "69" was engraved on one side of his face.

Isn't that what Mr. Iwatsu is talking about?

What should I do in the face of badness?

Damn, they've all been learned!

Dao San touched his waist a little nervously, like a robot, and raised his hand stiffly to say hello.

"Hello, my name is Hanyu Michizo, not bad, phew, not noble."

Seeing Daosan's appearance, the purple-haired young man was also nervous in the same tone, and he stumbled when he spoke, "My name is Hinosaki Xiubing, and seeing you dressed so gorgeously, I thought you were a nobleman." ”

This lesson, I remembered.

[Try to keep your identity on par with your classmates]

"No, no, no, I'm just an ordinary wandering soul."

Dao San's white eyebrows curled, and his gentle smile made the cultivators a lot easier.

"Your knife is beautiful."

Dao San's knife maintained the appearance of a black straight knife, and in the current low-productivity corpse soul realm, in the eyes of ordinary flow souls, it was definitely art-level.

"Thanks, it's just an ordinary knife, well, Shihuan bought it."

"Wow, where did you buy it?"

So cheap.

The current cultivators know the concept of the Slashing Knife, but they can't distinguish between the Slashing Knife and the ordinary knife, and they only think that the Slashing Sword is possessed by the Grim Reaper.

Xiubing knew etiquette very well and didn't touch it, and his idol, the gentleman who didn't know his life, but also had a "69" tattoo, had such a cool knife.

The two chatted left and right, one was a foreign boy who had a good friendship, and the other had studied "The Art of Language", and after a while, the two became acquainted with each other, and even chatted about some small privacy.

"Daosan, how is your talent, I feel that the elimination rate is very high!" Xiu Bing was a little worried, it was not easy for him to come to take an exam.

"I'm very talented, but I usually work hard."

This is true, and what Dao San said is justified.

The two of them chatted happily here, but they were anxious about the other person.

Mitsui-san.

The on-site teacher in charge of this enrollment, although he is also called a teacher, he is just a logistics staff of the academy who has no aristocratic status and is not strong enough to enter the official queue of the Grim Reaper.

Just today, the vice president of the Mao Spiritual Academy and the current actual manager of the academy, Ohunahara Yan Goro, personally gave him a task.

Bring a genius, Hanyu Michizo, into the academy in advance.

Who is Michizo Hanyu?

Owoo Nahara Yan Goro provided Mitsui with a picture.

There are two people in the picture, a man and a woman, Mitsui-san locked the girl in the picture at first sight, not the wrong person.

It's because this girl is the captain of the second team, Broken Bee.

He also has this photo, and the biggest revelation of Lingting Communication in recent times.

The boiling actor that all the melon-eating people are looking for is actually a student.

Vice President Daiuna personally spoke, and in addition to the relationship between Captain Broken Bee, Mitsui-san was looking for a long-awaited look in the noble queue, after all, the correspondence of the Lingting Court was clearly written,

Until I saw Hanyu Michizo chatting in the civilian queue.

"My Third Young Master, you are so close to the people!"

There was not much time left before the agreed time with Teacher Daiuna, Mitsui-san came behind Michizo and waited silently for Michizo to finish saying this sentence with a smile on his face.

Xiu Bing saw the teacher first, and hurriedly lowered his head respectfully, "Hello teacher." ”

Mitsui-san smiled and nodded to Shubing, until he saw that Michizo was also saluting him, and hurriedly raised his hand in a panic.

"Third Young Master Dao, why are you queuing up here, please hurry up and come with me, the vice dean is in a hurry."

Xiubing: Ordinary souls?

It's also too unsociable.

Thinking of Teacher Iwa's teachings, Dao San shook his head slightly, "I still want to go through the normal admissions process. ”

"Whew." Mitsui-san didn't mind much, still smiling on his face.

Go through the process, a bit of a sense of ceremony, you big nobles I understand, the princess of the Sifeng Courtyard family has also done this kind of thing before.

Mitsui Sang didn't hesitate much, "Because the strength of your spiritual power exceeds the standard, Third Young Master, and the corresponding equipment is not prepared on site, you need to come with me." ”

At least let him stop queuing.

Cultivator: Average talent?

Dao San is self-contained, and he is even very satisfied with his reaction, he is really gregarious.

After taking two steps, Mitsui-san hesitated for a moment and spoke again, "Because of the rules and regulations, Third Young Master Dao, your slashing sword may need to be centrally managed." ”

Xiubing: The ordinary knives of the Ten Rings?

Is this the world of the Grim Reaper?

The cultivators, who had just planned to enter the school, took a lesson and realized the darkness of this world.

It's so dark!

……

Mitsui-san knows these young masters too well, and the inspection process is indispensable, even if you are in a hurry, you must have it.

But others, such as re-checking, filling in the results, and fooling around, save time in this regard.

There are staff members who check one after another.

"Hanyu Dao third, sixth rank Lingwei."

Sixth-class, judging from the data, it is also the upper level of the sixth class, which is inferior to the previous genius Ichimaru Gin.

It's not bad, the captain level and the better vice captain are almost all at this level.

This is almost the limit of ordinary souls, equivalent to the level of the assistant assistant of the thirteenth team of the Protector Court, such a talent means that after graduating from the Mao Spiritual Academy, he can become the vice captain of the team within three years.

Of course, the more talented fifth-rank Lingwei Thirteenth Team must have also appeared, but they don't need to come to the Mao Spiritual Academy for further study, so the strength of Ichimaru Gin's spiritual power is the ceiling of the current record of the Mao Spiritual Academy.

Hanyu Michizo made a statement, and several of them were prepared for this achievement.

Until the last item.

The inspector suddenly sweated on his face, and his pupils were dilated, "This, Third Young Master Dao, Mr. Mitsui, our equipment may have a little malfunction." ”

Stupid.

You just fool around, won't it be over?

Glancing at the time secretly, Mitsui-san's voice gritted his teeth a little, holding back his anger, "Hurry up and change the equipment." ”

The staff hurriedly sorted out the equipment and re-tested the third item.

The same test results left several people there.

"Get out of the way."

Mitsui-san shoved the researcher next to him away.

The last item has never been stuck, and Mitsui-san poked his head to see the test results on the monitor.

[Hanyu Michizo soul age is seven years old]

"Impossible, get up, let me come."

Afraid of leaving the impression of being flying and domineering to Daosan, Mitsui Sang endured it and stopped getting angry.

The age of the soul is calculated from the age of zero after the rebirth of the corpse soul realm, and generally the spirit body will be stable at the age of ten, and the spiritual talent can be fixed, and then it can adapt to high-intensity death training.

The seven-year-old sixth-rank Lingwei, the Lingzi is gone, how can there be life.

Mitsui-san's skillful manipulator instrument looked at the results again, and the sweat flowed down his forehead.

I said I wouldn't check, something was wrong.