The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

After a while, Wu Yue came out of the study again and walked along the corridor to the west, but was stopped after passing a few rooms.

"Your Excellency, I'm going to find classmate Han Yue." Wu Yue said with a smile, implying that please don't block the way.

"Excuse me, what can I do with my master?" Ye Chen said calmly.

Hearing this, Wu Yue opened his eyes, it turned out that this indifferent and arrogant boy was just a follower of classmate Han Yue, alas, that classmate Han Yue was too tyrannical.

"Ahem, it's like this, student Hanyue hasn't paid the tuition yet." Wu Yue smiled again, and you understand the meaning behind her words.

Hearing this, the people in the courtyard downstairs were stunned again.

"Please wait a moment, Your Excellency." After finishing speaking, Ye Chen turned and went into the room.

After a while, Ye Chen came out, holding a small wooden box in his hand, handed it to Wu Yue, and said, "This is my master's tuition fee."

Wu Yue took it, and weighed it habitually. He nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Student Han Yue's family is also quite rich."

Ye Chen remained expressionless, and said indifferently, "What else can I do?"

"It's okay, it's okay, go get busy." After speaking, Wu Yue went back to the study with the wooden box in his hands to count.

For the more popular colleges and departments, there are millions of gold coins, or even tens of millions of gold coins that are handed over to the colleges a year, but it is unknown how much the faculty tutors get from it.

And Wu Yue decided that since the art department was too tight and the number of people was too small, he decided to hand over one hundred... iron coins to the academy, equivalent to one silver coin.

After Wu Yue made up his mind, he left the study room, saw that Jing Ao and Nan Gongchen hadn't left, they were still sitting on the stone chair chatting, and thought to himself, do these two people still want to stay here for lunch.

"Student Dongfang, can your entourage know how to cook?" Wu Yue recalled the cakes this morning.

"Uh, I understand a little bit." Jing Hao replied, he really didn't want to call Wu Yue as a mentor.

Hearing this, Wu Yue's eyes lit up, it was indeed the pastry made by Dongfang's attendant, but he said it too modestly, it was so delicious that he understood it a bit.

Could it be that the Dongfang family has high requirements for food?No wonder Dongfang didn't want to go to the restaurant for dinner yesterday.

"Then let him cook. I'm a bit hungry after being busy with my teacher all morning." Wu Yue said with a frown, as if to say that Jing Hao didn't know how to respect a teacher and be filial.

Jing Hao scratched his head suspiciously, and then asked Mu Yun to cook. The food Mu Yun cooked was very average, just a little better than what he ate yesterday.

"Two students, do you want to have lunch here?" Wu Yue sat down on the stone chair generously, looking like a teacher.

"No, may I ask, what kind of illusion is the art department majoring in?" Jing Ao blushed, Jing Hao's future might be ruined in the hands of this young mentor.

"Could it be that you are a freshman at Dongfang University? You don't even know about this?" Wu Yue raised her slightly delicate eyebrows and said in a faint displeasure.

"...I'm stupid, please remind me." Jing Aoyou had a faint black line on his forehead, and this Wu Yue was clearly playing tricks on him.

"Then let me tell you something. Listen carefully. The art colleges and departments study all kinds of things. Among them, the major is... to cultivate temperament and cultivate artistic sentiment. This is an extremely profound knowledge. There is no sentiment, no matter how advanced the illusion is, it is just a body, like a walking dead..."