"It's just a knockout!"

"It is said that there is a problem with the mechanics of this knockout tournament and it cannot be counted."

"Yes, yes, yes, and in the ring."

"Even if the Mo Academy wins this ring match, the final team competition is the real highlight of the points."

"The Ink Academy will still lose after all."

"Well, I still think the Spirit Martial Academy is the favorite to win the championship."

"Fart, eternal god of the Spiritual Academy."

In the forum, there was a lot of discussion and scolding.

Still no one is optimistic about the Ink Academy.

Singing all the way.

The voices that were a little sensible were all drowned out in the crowd.

It's not that they're stupid, it's not that they can't see the situation.

Simply because...

The odds of the Mo Academy are too low, and they all suppress the other colleges to win.

Sometimes, the truth is as simple as that.

……

Hotel.

Zhao Zicheng crawled out of the bathroom refreshed.

Taking a bath on one leg is still a little more difficult after all.

During this period, Yu Sheng also expressed his friendship to help him, but Zhao Zicheng was frightened and refused without hesitation.

This also caused him to hold on to the wall by himself the whole time.

Because the floor was slippery, I ended up lying on the floor and letting the water fall on my body in the shower.

Reluctantly sat in a wheelchair and came to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Zhao Zicheng was full of pride for a while.

Perhaps, the real success does not lie in what extraordinary talent and wisdom you have.

All you need is a good big brother.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Xu Yuanqing hugged a big cloth bag and walked in silly.

Even if you sit on the sofa, you will be out of the world.

And his face was blue and swollen, and he looked very embarrassed.

It's just that these external factors can't stop the joy in his heart at all.

For the rest of his life, Zhao Zicheng glanced at each other.

Especially Zhao Zicheng, his eyes glanced lightly at Xu Yuanqing's cloth bag, and he groaned for the rest of his life and shook his head slightly.

But looking at Zhao Zicheng's firm gaze, he finally hesitated and nodded.

"Teacher Xu, what's the catch?"

Zhao Zicheng smiled, controlled the wheelchair over, and glanced inside through the gap in the cloth bag.

Demon Crystal.

About a hundred.

"What!"

"Go aside, stay away from Lao Tzu!"

Looking at Zhao Zicheng, Xu Yuanqing looked vigilant and put away the cloth bag: "There is one less spar in this, Lao Tzu will play your little JJ once, I don't believe you try it!" ”

"Video kind of thing!"

After thinking about it, Xu Yuanqing added another sentence.

Zhao Zicheng, who originally had some ideas, instantly became desireless, turned around and left, and shook his head wildly at the rest of his life.

But the rest of his eyes revealed some doubts and nodded firmly.

Zhao Zicheng panicked.

"Boss Yu, I don't want to die!"

Walking to the side of the rest of his life, Zhao Zicheng almost squeezed out such a sentence between his teeth.

For the rest of his life, he had some regrets and ended up keeping silent.

God knows how many games and intrigues have taken place in the room in this short minute.

Also on the same night.

Inside the Education Department.

"Which bastard wrote the whistleblower letter!"

"It must be Xu Yuanqing!!"

In the office, the already aged Yuan Qingshan let out a deafening roar.

Seeing that the procuratorial office of the Mo Pavilion took away his small pocket of hard-earned demon crystals, he didn't look back.

At this moment, his heart seemed to die at the same time.

"Vice... Director, open... Meeting. ”

Outside the door, a clerk who had just joined the company knocked cautiously on the door, looking at Yuan Qingshan's angry state, he was a little frightened for a while.

"Ahem."

"It's Xiao Li."

"It's really troublesome for you, come all the way to inform me, it's hard work."

Yuan Qingshan, who was still angry in the last second, changed his kind smile to a second, said kindly to Xiao Li, held his hands behind his back, and left lightly.

Xiao Li froze in place, a little doubtful of life.

Just that everything... Is it a delusion?

……

Meeting room of the Education Department.

Sun Lao's exclusive secretary sat in the first place, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking very rigorous and unsmiling.

At the bottom of the left-hand side is the head of the Propaganda Department.

On the right-hand side, Yuan Qingshan.

The rest are the departments responsible for assisting.

The atmosphere was somewhat serious.

"Regarding this year's freshman competition, Mr. Sun still attaches great importance to it."

"Knockout... The rules are a bit rudimentary. ”

"It's easy to be exploited by people with good intentions and take the opportunity to make money."

The middle-aged secretary looked at everyone and spoke slowly.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously fell on Yuan Qingshan's body, and although he didn't speak, the intention expressed was obvious.

"Look at what I'm doing, it's the same as the reserves, the guard department didn't pay a penny."

"At least the old man's money has been handed over."

"Why didn't I see you go to the reserve to ask for money, in the end, it's just to see that a lonely old man like me is easy to bully."

Yuan Qingshan leaned back in his chair and sneered, showing no nervousness in the face of the surging pressure.

Remove the cigarette pouch hanging from your waist, light it, and take two sips.

A pungent smell permeated the room.

"Oh, old man."

"No one takes an old guy like me seriously anymore."

"I think back then, after graduating from the Mo Academy, the old man fought bloodily in the Demon Town Pass for nearly ten years, and the lives of the demon beasts in his hands were countless."

"Look... The scar is still there! ”

The wind rolled up his sleeves lightly, and the somewhat shriveled skin was full of scars.

The crowd was silent.

"I have shed blood for the human race, and I have made meritorious contributions to the ink pavilion."

"I've been mixed all my life, and I haven't even gotten a mother-in-law, why?"

"The injuries are scary, and they are disgusted."

"I'm getting old, maybe I'll die one day, and I've been feeling more and more unwell lately."

"I just want to earn some coffin books before I die, even if no one sends them to the end, I can buy myself a better life jacket to wear."

"That's it, it's all going to be confiscated."

"After all, don't you just look down on an old guy like me?"

"Now you can tell me something..."

"Thinking about it now, this life is really chilling."

In the conference room, the others didn't even have a chance to interject, and watched the old guy throw the pot out in a few words.

If you say it again, he might just lie down.

Mixed hob meat.

At first glance, it makes sense.

If you analyze it carefully, you are pulling the calf.

With your full of energy, if you don't go forward and work hard, you can survive with the kindergarten children.

God's coffin book.

Just said a sentence about you, and instantly came back dozens of sentences, and he still buttoned the hat of the human race.

Ink Academy came out...

Sure enough, it's a bunch of stinky and hard hooligans, ruffians, and scoundrels!