"Okay."

"It feels like you're going to be worth a lot soon."

"I'll harvest it myself."

Casually glancing at the few people who were still unconscious, the short-haired woman turned around and returned to the dormitory building.

And Zhao Zicheng was still excited to put all kinds of pOSS for those people, selfies, and co-production.

And uploaded to the cloud in one go.

After making sure that even if the phone is damaged, it will not be lost, which is a relief.

"Boss Yu, who are we going to do next?"

"Or... Try to get rid of that old guy? ”

Zhao Zicheng integrated into the environment quickly, but in just an hour, he was no longer satisfied with killing a few students, but focused his expectant eyes on the big horn in the distance.

Yu Sheng glanced at Zhao Zicheng with a complicated expression, turned around and left.

It's fast.

Quickly distanced himself and showed that he had nothing to do with this guy.

Zhao Zicheng didn't react for a while.

The next moment...

A wave of energy came from the depths of the campus, and Zhao Zicheng fell directly to the ground.

In the distance, a surveillance camera turned around and flashed a few times at Zhao Zicheng's position, seemingly... It's like something was filmed.

……

"Tsk, I've learned, I've learned."

"Look, my masterful art!"

Deep in the academy, in an office.

The gray-haired old man had excitement on his face, stabbing his phone and typing awkwardly on the screen.

Send.

is a communication group.

Group Name...

Strive to be a model worker!

There are not many people in the group, there are only twelve people in total.

Immediately after that, a few more pictures were sent.

They are the tragic photos of Liu Yu and several people, and the final... Zhao Zicheng knelt stubbornly.

The photo is clear.

Tricky angles.

Including the night scene, the colors used by the moonlight are all revealing the word professional.

Inappropriate Funny Men (Day 10): Did they mess with the unemployed? (Pounding the table and laughing)

I want to be a funny man (Day 672): The unemployed students are in another area of the school, and a lot of people have been out of school lately, so it shouldn't be. (funny face)

The face of the Mo Academy is responsible: Tsk, it's so miserable, who did it? @墨学院打工人

Migrant workers in the Ink Academy: Beaten by freshmen (pounding the table with laughter)

Inappropriate Funny Man (Day 10) :(Fright) (Pounding the Table and Laughing)

(Pounding table laugh +1)

(Pounding table laughs +2)

……

Mr. Xu: ???

Mr. Xu: What happened?

Mr. Xu: My side is almost over, and this entrance exam is over, and the money is enough to make a comeback!

Mr. Xu: Believe me, the takeaway delivery of Zhenyouguan is definitely a creative idea to make a fortune, and it can also deliver steaming meals to those soldiers on the front line, which only needs to be paid with one click, which is very convenient!

Inappropriate Funny Man (Day 10): Pound the table and laugh!

I want to be a funny man (Day 672): Pound the table and laugh!

The face of the Ink Academy is responsible: pounding the table and laughing!

Model Worker of the Ink Academy: Pound the table and laugh!

Mr. Xu: ...

Mr. Xu: Wait for the day when I become the richest man in the human race!

The group message ends.

Putting down the phone, the old man hummed a tune in his mouth and looked at the screens not far away.

Above is all the surveillance footage of the entire Ink Academy.

100% no dead ends.

See and cut.

"I'm still on duty in the middle of the night, and I deserve to be an excellent model worker."

Picked up the thermos cup, took a sip gently, and enjoyed it all over his face.

……

Outside the city.

In the woods.

Xu Yuanqing put down his mobile phone with an ugly face, looked at the candidates who were still fighting one-on-one with demon beasts in the distance, and let out an angry roar: "What are you doing!" ”

"Hold on!"

"If you win, you will be the freshmen of the Ink Academy!"

"It's just a second-level demon beast!"

...

The crowd was silent.

The first-level awakened one, fighting the second-level demon beast.

How easy are you to say?

I didn't look at the tombstone boy and started to enlarge his moves, but he barely kept it open.

"That's it."

"You're so stupid!"

Lin Xiaoxiao was wearing suspenders, sitting on Da Bai's body with his little hands behind his back, and looked at everyone with a smile and said.

It's over on her end.

Even she didn't move.

Dabai solved it himself.

Obviously, whether it is bloodline or strength, Da Bai has to surpass these demon beasts by one level.

Listening to Lin Xiaoxiao's words that stood and spoke without backache, everyone was even more silent.

"If you can't beat it, if you want to save your life, please let me help."

"Ten thousand, Tong Su is not bullied."

Xu Yuanqing put down his phone, took a deep breath, and spoke again.

Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes narrowed into a slit: "I'm 5000..."

"From now on, you're eliminated."

"I was already enrolled in school half an hour ago, oh teacher, you don't have the right to fire me~"

One big and one small, the two are-for-tat.

Only Da Bai was still lying lazily on the ground, still eating some dried fruits in his mouth, chewing, and his eyes were full of enjoyment.

Seems... Dogs are born like this, and there are no regrets.

……

"Zhao Qingyi!"

"Peace of mind!"

"You're in the Dark Pavilion too!"

"You're in the Dark Pavilion too!"

Standing in the lobby, the two of them had a tacit understanding, looked at each other, and spoke almost at the same time.

The spirit of war is everywhere.

The dark pavilion in the middle of the night is still brightly lit.

All the clerks looked at this scene blankly, a little dazed.

"Heh, Auntie, I don't care to be in the same department as you."

"I'll apply for the removal of the Demon Pavilion tomorrow morning!"

"You fart, stinky and shameless, chasing the old lady to the city."

An An sneered, turned around and left.

Zhao Qingyi looked at Anxin's back, and his tone was calm: "Oh, little man." ”

"Dead Ba Po, who are you scolding!"

"You."

The two went toe-to-toe again, without concessions.

……

Next.

Early morning.

The doors of the Ink Academy opened again.

Xu Yuanqing wore sunglasses and a toothpick in his mouth, and walked in like a gangster.

And behind him, followed by three people.

Tombstone boy, Lin Xiaoxiao, giant.

Lin Xiaoxiao had already fallen asleep on Da Bai's back.

The tombstone boy was covered in wounds, staggering on his back to the blood-stained tombstone, his face was pale, but his eyes were resolute.

The giant looked even more miserable, covered in scratches.

Laceration of the wound.

It's just a hearty smile.

As if he didn't care about all this.

For the rest of their lives, Zhao Zicheng and Sun Wen looked at a few people silently, they knew... This is all my classmates in the next three years.

Of course, there may be some more deaths in the next three years.

Even yourself.

But teenagers always have a sense of novelty.

"Rest today."

"Tomorrow... Bringing you to a new birth ceremony. ”

"Well, remember to write a suicide note in advance."

"The number of deaths at the freshman ceremony of the Ink Academy, in 140 years, so far, 63 people."

After leaving such a sentence, he yawned, and Xu Yuanqing turned around and left.