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Zhao Zicheng was a little melancholy all afternoon.

Obviously, what stimulated me.

Is it also a sin to be handsome in the city of sin?

He couldn't help but make an oath in his heart that he must stay away from the sin city in this life, even if he really can't help but commit crimes, he must try to make a small crime, so as not to be exiled to the sin city.

Under the casual depiction of the rest of his life, Sin City has become the most terrifying place in his heart.

……

In the next two days, a young man and a girl appeared in the city.

The common denominator is that everyone has absolute self-confidence.

The self-confidence of a genius alone.

Although they may have tried their best to be very low-key and restrained, they still have that special temperament in their every move.

But the most popular and optimistic are still the rest of their lives, Zhao Zicheng, the tombstone boy, and Lin Xiaoxiao.

No way, the first few are either too fierce.

Or it's too special.

There was also a genius who was not convinced, and he stopped the tombstone boy on the road and challenged him.

And then...

Seriously injured, vomiting blood.

As the rest of his life said, that guy really held the tombstone in his hand, and... Whirl.

It looks like dozens of pounds of stones, and you can smash a hole into the floor.

What's more, it's a teenager who just sleeps.

Just made one shot, and the multiplier of the tombstone boy in the gambling house decreased wildly again, reaching 1:0.1.

Obviously, in the eyes of the casino, this guy's entry into the Ink Academy has become a foregone conclusion.

If it weren't for the rules, they might have even given this person's name directly.

You can also lose less.

As for the rest of his life, Lin Xiaoxiao is very quiet here.

The former's hands were stained with blood, which naturally made people feel fear.

The latter is a second-level demon beast and can't be provoked.

But the most laughable thing is that it is clear that the home of Jiangcheng in the past few days is these young people, but...

The cameras were all snatched by Zhao Qingyi.

Her news is still high, even if the reporter has later clarified that this is a student at Lingnian University, but it still can't stop everyone's yearning for beauty.

For a while, Lingnian School was in this admissions exam, and the heat rushed up.

The teacher in charge of admissions said modestly in the interview: "Zhao Qingyi is in our school... Well... Appearance ranked eighth. ”

"But it's not bad."

"It's not like Lingwu High School, it's all a group of muscular men and violent women."

As soon as these words came out, a group of students who were still in Lingnian and Lingwu colleges and universities flocked to Lingnian University.

Zhao Qingyi, goddess level!

Why is it eighth?

What kind of fairy school, do you still need to think about it?

Lingnian School made a lot of money directly, and even the director of education personally called Zhao Qingyi, asking her to come out and walk around in Xinjiang City as much as possible in the past two days.

Especially at the city gate, where there are many reporters.

Be elegant.

Dress up carefully, preferably with makeup.

Where is the camera, where to go.

In this regard, Lingwu University was very angry, and a group of school leaders even began to look for handsome men and beautiful women in the school, wanting to compare Zhao Qingyi.

Prove that the bunch is just farting.

And the end result is...

They failed.

They looked around and found in a daze, what Lingnian High School said... It seems to be right.

They... That's right.

Tears run.

A real heart-wrenching blow.

The silence of Lingwu University further highlights the truth of what Lingnian University said.

For a time, there was an endless stream of people signing up.

"You bunch of shit!"

"Can't a school pull out a handsome person?"

"Ugly thing, this year's good seedlings are almost wiped out by others, and they still have no heart and lungs here?"

"Admissions, what are you doing with Lao Tzu?"

A dark-skinned, strong, cow-like guy swore and looked at the group of teachers below.

He kept muttering.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

"Actually... It doesn't have to be handsome. ”

"Our colleges and universities also have things to come up with, such as... For example..."

"A strong body?"

A teacher's eyes lit up and he spoke.

I also showed off my muscles by the way.

...

"Are you stupid?"

"Who cares about your muscles?"

"Huh?"

"What do you think about day by day?"

The swarthy man was even angrier, his mouth kept squirting, and finally he took out a wallet in his arms, which carefully treasured a photograph inside.

In the photo, a sunny and cheerful teenager is grinning.

Handsome and compelling.

"Look, this is Lao Tzu back then, look at the present!"

"Would you rather have muscles or be handsome?"

He couldn't wait to put this photo on everyone's faces, and by the way, he raised his head slightly arrogantly.

There was a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Headmaster, isn't this Ouchi?"

"Popular star, it's not you..."

A teacher looked at the swarthy man cautiously, swallowed and foamed, and spoke.

The next second, there was a loud bang.

A large hole appeared in the wall, and the teacher's figure disappeared, and only a wail could be heard in the distance.

"I didn't hear what he just said."

The swarthy man said indifferently.

The audience was silent.

Everyone subconsciously shook their heads.

"So what else do you want?"

"Recruit someone!"

"If you are compared to the group of dogs in Lingnian High School, you will all go to the town demon pass and guard Lao Tzu for three months!"

"It's time to die!"

The swarthy man almost snarled.

A group of people almost emanated a chill from the bottom of their hearts, and the next moment they dispersed.

Well, a few of them came through the humanoid hole in the wall.

In just a few seconds, only the principal was left in the room.

After about a few minutes, two maintenance workers knocked on the door and came in, looking at the broken wall, there was no surprise on their faces, as if they had long been accustomed to it, and methodically took out the cement and repaired the hole.

No one spoke the whole time.

In about ten minutes, the walls were repaired as before.

They pushed the door open and left.

The strange appearance made the headmaster's face a little embarrassed, and he coughed twice and sat on the chair, sulking.

Finally, I couldn't help it, picked up the phone on the table, pressed a series of numbers and dialed it.

"Dogs, don't you dare to recruit students in the open?"

"Playing with these yin people, do you want to have a face?"

"Huh?"

"I'm ashamed of you!"

He roared at the phone.

After about ten seconds, a lazy voice came from there: "What did you just say?" ”

"I pressed mute, I didn't hear it."