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Luo Lingyun only felt that Feng Qinglang's face was sluggish, his expression was dull, and he had no temperament, and contempt flashed in his eyes, and he replied in a low voice: "Then he is still alive and well, not like your Li family's style."

Li Yixing snorted coldly and said, "If Dagu, the boss of the Magic Pattern Academy, hadn't been insane for some reason and sent us a message, he wouldn't be able to touch that kid without evidence."

Luo Lingyun asked suspiciously: "Gu Ruofei has always been aloof, so it doesn't seem like his style. I heard that during the entrance examination, someone cracked the magic pattern on the cliff. Could it be this kid? What's his name?"

"Feng Qinglang."

"...The most popular person in the mission center is called Qinglang. Could it be the same person?"

"I don't care who he is, and I don't care whether he directly caused the death of my cousin Li Yulun, but he offended our Li family. The tone is out..." As he spoke, Li Yixing had a sinister smile on his face, and he stopped talking just as a mentor walked by.

When the mentor walked away, Luo Lingyun answered, "Aren't you afraid of that old monster Gu Ruofei?"

Li Yixing's face became even more gloomy: "After all, it's a matter of the younger generation. If you don't kill him, it's a face for him. What's more, there are many things that we don't need to do by ourselves."

Luo Lingyun smiled sweetly, as if acquiescing to Li Yixing's actions, she fixed her gaze on Nan Xinghun behind Feng Qinglang, and said, "Then you should know that the person behind him is Nan Xinghun, right?"

"Well, what a pretty boy. Why, Miss Luo's heart is moving again?" Li Yixing looked at Nan Xinghun who was yawning secretly with disdain.

"I don't deny it." Luo Lingyun licked her lips lightly, "but the point is, someone asked us to play with him, at least, so that his life in Mingguang is not so happy."

Li Yixing understood that the once behemoth of the Nan family was now withered, and countless enemies who had been hiding in the dark in the past would naturally show their heads and fangs for revenge.

He said: "I am very glad that we have reached an agreement. Since it is the opening ceremony, we might as well teach them a profound lesson."

Luo Lingyun smiled and said: "Even if they are old, they can recall today as if it were yesterday."

"..."

The speech of the last leader of Mingguang ended, and the applause sounded like thunder. To have such a decibel volume, either the speech was very exciting, or the speech was too long. Obviously, it belongs to the latter now.

With the sound of applause, the opening ceremony came to an end. Nan Yong woke up the two roommates who were wandering, and said with a smile: "Master Xinghun, it's sunny, we can go, let's go to the classroom."

Crowded crowds can bring people closer together, but it is also the best place for accidents to happen.

The two male students of the Gewu Academy kept surpassing the people in front and the order as if they had something urgent to do. They didn't show a sly smile until they came near Feng Qinglang and the others, and then staggered and fell. The small bottle was also "accidentally" thrown out.

This is a specially configured color material. If you accidentally get it on your clothes, you may not be able to wash off such a color unless you wash it hundreds of times. If it falls on your face or body, it will definitely accompany you. A few days.

The banter in the eyes of the two male students was even stronger. They felt that they would see a few painted-faced cats appearing soon. Who would care about how many cats there were? Anyway, Feng Qinglang and Nan Xing were in the center. Soul must be two of them.

But to my surprise, the two bottles did not pour out, and one hand slid across the trajectory of the bottles in the opposite direction, and received the bottles in my hand.

Feng Qinglang glanced at the two bottles casually, and heard Beatrice introduce in a low voice: "Oh, this is a mixed solution, non-toxic, but it's hard to wash off, and it's usually used to trick people..."

Feng Qinglang already knew what was going on, he showed a friendly smile, returned the bottle to the two male students, and said, "Senior, be careful."

"Thank you." The two male students took it with full of doubts.

They looked at the bottle in their hands and quickly exchanged in low voices: "The bottle cap has been loosened, why didn't it spill?"

"That's right, it's really strange..."

They lowered their heads to check carefully, and then the bottle cap suddenly opened, as if it was released after a few seconds of delay, a strange smell accompanied by colorful liquid, spewed out immediately, splashed their faces, and then sprinkled all over their bodies .

The originally crowded crowd immediately squeezed out a large space in an uproar to watch the two suspected performance art performers.

The two were stunned for a moment, and then they realized amidst the laughter and pointing around them that they didn't fool others, but were fooled by others.

While they couldn't help muttering and cursing, they just happened to see Feng Qinglang turn around, and they still smiled, as simple and friendly as before.

Li Yixing and Luo Lingyun, who were watching from a distance, had gloomy faces, and Li Yixing cursed in a low voice: "Useless trash, you can't handle such a small matter well." Then he walked away from Luo Lingyun and distanced himself from the relationship. .

Gu Tianxiao seemed to see something, and walked towards the two people directly. The two people had ghosts in their hearts, and even stopped the curses in their mouths, and they just wanted to leave the scene of the crime quickly.

"Stop." Gu Tian laughed but shouted.

Both of them wanted to die. The skinny, drunk old man was notoriously difficult to deal with and had a bad temper. He looked around for help, but their master was nowhere to be found.

Gu Tianxiao didn't intend to talk to them, but walked closer, pointed at these two people, and introduced to the surroundings: "Whether you are an old student or a new student, you should take a good look. Don't make so many things, or you will lose face." It will most likely be yourself."

He paused, and continued: "Also, the first-year freshmen are under my cover, so don't cause me so many troubles, otherwise, even your father, the dean of the academy, can't save you."

This remark was not enough of arrogance, and it really made many undercurrents who were about to make a move weigh it. The high-level officials and elders of several nearby academies all looked embarrassed. This old boy really dared to say it. It's going to go crazy again.

"Okay, there's nothing to see. Let's go."

"..."

Mingguang Academy is a three-stage education, the first stage is comprehensive foundation, the second stage is elective subjects, and the third stage is advanced study.

For students of one academic year, it is the first stage of education, a brief introduction of various basic subjects, so that students can have a basic understanding of various schools in the world.

The comprehensive discipline building is located in the north area of ​​the academy, also known as the freshman building, which is the home base for freshmen.

The cube building is ordinary, but when the architect added a curved roof to the sky garden on the top floor, it feels like it jumped out immediately. From a distance, the building looks like a man wearing a bachelor's hat. Knowledgeable people, especially impressive.

In the lobby of the comprehensive discipline building, a pretty girl ran up to Nan Xinghun timidly, and then mustered up the courage to smile at Nan Xinghun, wanting to say something, but in the end she didn’t say anything, just passed a small note Stuffed it into Nan Xinghun's hand, and ran away quickly.

When Nan Xinghun smiled bitterly, Situ Weiyang said sourly from the side: "I said Xinghun, you are so charming, you are already the third..."

But Nan Yong felt very happy, as if he had a part in this charm, and said: "Master Xinghun, open it and have a look."

Situ Weiyang continued to say sourly: "Don't read it, there must be who I am written in it, I hope to be good friends with Xinghun..."

Nan Xinghun opened it and saw that it was just like that, and made a wry smile even worse.

Feng Qinglang interrupted suddenly: "Situ just has experience in this area."

Situ Weiyang proudly said: "That's natural, I go out occasionally with my family, and it often causes lovesickness."

Feng Qinglang said with a smile: "So if a note wants to stand out, it must include your family name, and it must also specifically indicate those who are very powerful and rich."

There was a burst of laughter in their small circle, and even the followers of Situ's family couldn't help laughing. They naturally knew exactly what kind of virtue their young master was.

Situ Weiyang's complacency came to an abrupt end, and she only felt that Feng Qinglang hated her no matter what she saw.

At this time, someone finally inserted a note to Situ Weiyang.