Office door.

Xiao Huoren was not surprised at all when he saw Director Huang come out.

"How? That kid isn't better than me, is he? The little fire man looked up.

"According to me, my dad has to ask me to read something, reading is a fart, and in the end it's not about being a cow or a horse."

Long fiery red hair flying.

"Oh, no, no matter how much someone else reads, they have to be a cow and a horse for me."

Director Huang hung his head and walked up to Wang Moxue.

"Maybe I want to ask Mo Xue to say sorry to your mother."

"Normal." Wang Moxue's plain white chin nodded, and her face was expressionless.

"He's a piece of shit."

On the side, the little fire man who was still making a lot of nonsense suddenly became happy.

"Really? So you think so, too. ”

Wang Moxue pushed the black-rimmed glasses and turned her head to look at him.

"You're a piece of trash." After thinking about it, he added, "He's a little better than you." ”

It's still the tone it should be.

The little fire man clenched his fists, and the Vermilion Bird Phoenix on his arm began to blow up.

"Okay, then I'll see, how is he a piece of garbage better than me?"

The vice principal didn't speak, but quietly listened to the movements in the principal's room, and his face was a little strange.

Principal Room.

The old headmaster knelt on the ground, holding the ancient sword in both hands.

"No need, now that I am walking in the world, this sword is useless to me."

Ye Fan shook his head.

The old principal was suddenly anxious, "This sword is a piece of filial piety, and I ask the master to accept it." ”

This sword is indeed extraordinary, and when I heard the words of the old principal, I seemed to know that the opportunity was just around the corner.

The sword body trembled slightly, and the sword light above flickered.

The old principal's face was resolute, "If the master really doesn't want it, then cut the disciple under the sword." ”

After several begging, Ye Fan finally agreed.

"Okay, the sword is here for you, and I still have to go to school."

The old headmaster was overjoyed.

After receiving this apprenticeship, the name of this half of the master and apprentice will be decided, and he will ask the master for advice in the future.

When you go out in the future, you can raise your head and say that you are a registered disciple of Jianzun.

The old principal remembered what Ye Fan said.

"When the teacher comes to my school, whether he wants to be a teacher or a professor, it's a matter of your words."

Ye Fan couldn't cry or laugh, and then his face became a little serious.

"This time, I am here just to walk the road of the world. You don't have to worry about it, I'll give you advice if necessary. ”

"For the rest, you and Director Huang say, just follow the arrangement of ordinary students."

The old principal's face turned pale, and cold sweat suddenly came down on his back.

I got so carried away that I almost forgot who this person was in front of me?

"Obey the teacher's orders." The old principal's forehead touched the ground and bowed.

Office door.

The Vice Principal frowned, "This is not right. ”

Others looked over.

"I can't hear the specific sound, but it's always thumping, and the ground is shaking." The Vice Chancellor explained.

The three of them felt it carefully, and it seemed to be true.

The little fire man's eyes lit up and he made a wild guess.

"You say, didn't the old immortal kneel down and kowtow to that kid?"

Director Huang looked at him with idiotic eyes.

Wang Moxue lowered her head, her beautiful eyes hidden under the heavy lenses flashed, and she gave the answer after some careful analysis.

"It's impossible."

The little fire man pouted.

That's all he said. If it is reasonable, it is normal for the old immortal to press that kid to the ground and smoke it.

There was a creak, and the office door opened.

Ye Fan put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked out calmly.

Behind is the old headmaster who seems to have just experienced great joy and sorrow.

"Xiao Huang, come in." The old headmaster greeted.

Director Huang was trembling and didn't pay attention at all, and the old principal's tone was more cordial than usual.

Ye Fan nodded at Wang Moxue.

"Boy, look at the way you drag with 2580,000, what's the matter? Is the waste being utilized? ”

Xiao Huoren looked at the Vermilion Bird Phoenix on his arm, and then looked at Ye Fan's appearance with his hands in his trouser pockets, and felt very unhappy inexplicably.

Ye Fan glanced at him.

His brows furrowed slightly, as if he didn't know him.

"Garbage should have the consciousness of garbage, as a classification is not recyclable, you should stay in the garbage bin." Wang Moxue looked at the little fire man.

Her untoned words are not emotionally aggressive, but they are just very annoying.

After speaking, Wang Moxue turned her head to look at Ye Fan again.

"What did the principal say? Ready to recycle you? ”

Ye Fan thought about it, but still nodded.

"Sure enough, it's still Councilor Yu's big face." The vice principal sighed on the side.

And this seems to be the only explanation.

"I look down on you." Wang Moxue used her unique declarative sentence.

Soon, Director Huang came out of the office and looked at Ye Fan with a smile.

"Let's go, classmate, I'll take you to report and register in the dormitory."

"No need, I'll just take him." Wang Moxue stood up.

Director Huang looked at her, and then at Ye Fan.

The smile on his face became subtle, "I understand, I understand." ”

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just doing what my mom told me." Wang Moxue has something to say and will never hide it.

Director Huang didn't speak this time, but just wrote on his face that I understand, I understand.

When the two left, they heard the voice of the little fire man squeezing out from between his teeth in the corridor.

"Why? Why? It's not fair. ”

"The groceries are ready." Ye Fan and Wang Moxue walked on the campus road.

Wang Moxue is a first-class beauty regardless of her figure and appearance.

There are a lot of heads on the road, but most of them are freshmen.

As for those old classmates, after seeing who this big beauty was, the city hurriedly lowered his head.

"Junior brother, don't look at it. If you are targeted by that woman, your good youth will be buried. ”

"Huh? Senior, don't bluff me, is it that exaggerated? ”

"Alas, you are still too young, and the legend about the extermination master will be known by you in school for a while."

The new semester has started, and there are seniors selling various daily necessities along the way.

What sheets, quilts, sanitary napkins and the like.

Ye Fan looked left and right. Hearing the discussion of Wang Moxue by the students along the way, Ye Fan turned his head curiously.

"They seem to be afraid of you."

"Heh, all they're afraid of is the law."

Ye Fan was thoughtful.

Raising his head and looking around, the breath of youth is gone, a group of suspects.

Faculty of Law, dormitory 211.

"Have you heard? Our school's F4, the four school flowers, and the four school grasses are all back. ”

A board head, sitting on the top bunk, dangling barefoot.

And just in front of his feet, in the lower bunk, a young man in a pleated tuxedo was flirting with his mobile phone.

"Honey, you are my heart, you are my liver, you are the amino acid of my life."

As for the only desk in the dormitory, a fat man was sweating with a mouse.

"You don't seem to have a problem with your brain? There is a brain to write a plug to hurry up, and the condition will be delayed. ”

On the screen was footage of the game, and there was invective in dialect coming from the computer.

The little fat man was not to be outdone, "Pants, your mouth is not clean again, believe it or not, master, I am lying on the corpse?" ”