Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

Zhou Li's grades are not very ideal.

Beiliang Imperial College has an entrance examination. After all, you can't let just any ugly person in. At least people with intellectual or physical disabilities need to be identified. Don't let normal people into Beiliang Imperial College.

Something doesn't seem right.

But in essence they are similar, because any normal person would hardly enter the Imperial College of Northern Liang.

"Lao Liu, you really left me a huge mess."

In the bright room, the sturdy old man looked at the list in his hand and said with a headache: "The advancement rate is 3%, and only one in ten can enter the imperial college. There has been no quota for Beiliang Imperial College in the three years of the study list. Even the imperial examination... the best result is the fourth place in the provincial examination, and you are the invigilator?!"

"Freeze said."

The old man with a goatee put down his teacup leisurely and said, "I didn't do anything for personal gain."

"I do think so!"

Putting down the list in his hand unhappily, the old man asked with a headache: "Liu Gong, Beiliang is our hometown, how can you mess up the Imperial College in our hometown like this?"

"There is no way."

Shrugging his shoulders, Liu Gong said helplessly, "You are a well-fed man who does not know the hunger of a hungry man. When the Beiliang Academy was rebuilt, seven or eight out of ten teachers, teaching tools, and utensils were all transferred to other imperial academies, and you yourself were transferred to the capital to be the chief priest. Do you know what the Beiliang Imperial Academy I accepted was like? It couldn't even provide five teaching tools! I have subsidized the Imperial Academy with tens of thousands of taels of silver in the past few years, but I haven't submitted a single memorial to the emperor."

"Hey."

At this point, the old man sighed, his eyes full of helplessness, "Your Majesty has been ill for a long time, and the prime minister has great power in the court. We old bones are no longer popular. Even if you submit your memorial, it will be the prime minister who will read it and approve it. Alas..."

"I can only hope that Your Majesty will recover soon."

Liu Gong was also somewhat helpless.

"Then I want the power."

After thinking for a moment, the old man said in a deep voice: "I, Huang Dingjun, can tolerate mediocrity, but I cannot tolerate Beiliang being the only mediocrity. If you give me enough power and money, I promise to give you a new Beiliang within three years."

"I not only give you power and money, I also give you people."

Handing another list to the old man, Liu Gong smiled and asked, "How is it?"

The old man took the list and looked through it carefully. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "Young Master of the Tang Sect? You got this too?"

"Look again."

Liu Gong said.

"I see."

After seeing the familiar surname, the old man was startled at first, and then suddenly realized. He shook his head and said with a complicated expression: "Old Liu, you are paving the way."

"Isn't he the same?"

"Zhou Li?"

After seeing a relatively unfamiliar name, Huang Zhunyue touched his chin and said, "I seem to remember him. He got good scores in the first few entrance exams, but in the end he gave up the practical test and got the last place. Why did you add him?"

"Make a bet?"

Liu Gong said with a smile: "Aren't you going to set up your own Imperial College class? I say this kid named Zhou Li is definitely the leader of your class, do you believe it?"

"He can pass my test first."

Huang Dingjun sneered at this and said, "A twenty-year-old in the first realm, he has never been to a medical clinic or a martial arts school, and he has never had a master. Even if you put such a kid in another imperial school, he would be a lowly one. And you are still a leader. If you can pass my test, I will give you my red sandalwood jade pot."

"I don't want your broken wine jug."

Liu Gong waved his hand and said, "How about this, if Zhou Li can pass your test, you have to promise me one thing."

"What's up?"

"If he encounters a disaster in the future." "Give him a hand."

In the utility room, after making the bed, Zhou Li lay on the iron bed. Although he had heard about the poverty of Beiliang Imperial College, he was really shocked when he saw the three steel beds of the Iron Tiger, which were comparable to the ten tortures in the university.

He had never suffered such hardship in college.

But fortunately, he was able to accept the suffering he endured after traveling through time.

It's better than sleeping in a brothel chicken coop.

Lying on the bed, Zhou Li held the back of his head with both hands, and the words that the old man said to him yesterday emerged in his mind.

Is this the class of the libation...
At first, Zhou Li just wanted to join the medical class after entering the Imperial College, get more subsidies to graduate early, and then buy medicine through internal channels to cure his sister's leg disease as soon as possible. But when he thought of the old man's words, his heart, which had not been disturbed for several years, became restless again.

"You can't really be a rotten life again after traveling through time once."

Standing up from the bed, standing on the ground, looking at the lush grass of Taixue outside the window, Zhou Li's eyes gradually became more emotional.

Hey.

A little itchy.

Zhou Li felt an itch in his crotch, and he felt a little melancholy. When he was pretending to be cool yesterday, he didn't pay attention to the environment, and the grass thorns in the bushes got stuck in his crotch, and he has been itching since last night.

Forget it, just apply some medicine.

He took out a small medicine bottle from the package on the bed and put it on the table. The grass thorn ball is cold in nature, and needs to be burned with hot medicine to prevent it from spreading. Zhou Li stood up, glanced at the meticulously made bed beside him, scratched his head, and felt a little curious.

Whose young master was exiled here?
He was called a young master because the bed was covered with a fine velvet silk quilt, which cost at least more than 1,000 taels of silver. This was the second time Zhou Li had seen him, except for once at the county magistrate Lv Laogou's place.

Zhou Li didn't pay much attention to it. He just unbuckled his belt, dipped a cotton ball in some homemade carbuncle medicine, and slowly took off his pants.

The door opened.

As cold as jade and thin as a wisp, the young master pushed open the door with an impatient look on his face.

Then he looked at Zhou Li, whose pants had been pulled down to his heels.

At this moment, Zhou Li's mind instantly evolved from the Big Bang to the Three-Body Sexual Assault Debate. He began to think about the meaning of human existence and how to solve the current century's problems. After a long time, he held out the cotton ball and said in a deep voice;
“Want some?”

Perhaps Zhou Li's behavior was too shocking, or perhaps the sight of a savage taking off his pants and holding a cotton ball soaked in an unknown liquid was too disgusting, the young man walked to his bed in silence, lifted the quilt, and lay down facing the wall.

Tsk.

Zhou Li sighed inwardly.

It seems that the relationship in the dormitory is not going well.

Thinking of this, Zhou Li felt a little sad.

All we can do is try to establish a fair and just hierarchy of dormitory slaves.

Zhou Li walked into the toilet with his pants up in silence. He didn't know why the utility room was the only independent toilet in the dormitory building, but it was also a convenience for him. In the toilet, Zhou Li, who was applying medicine, began to think about life.

Knock him out, tie him up and threaten him not to tell anyone.

Or should I beat him half to death, tie him up and threaten him not to tell anyone?
Lying on the bed, Tang Cen's eyes were cold.

Knock him out and throw him to Huang Dingjun and tell him to get out.

Or should they beat him half to death, tie him up and throw him in front of Huang Dingjun and tell him to get out?
Zhou Li clenched his fists in the toilet.

Tang Cen lying on the bed had a fierce look in his eyes.

It’s so hard to choose! (End of this chapter)