The Secret Service Princess is in trouble again

Chapter 106 Sign up for the competition [3]

More and more people sign up as time goes by, more and more
One morning passed, and the number of applicants had reached more than 100, among which the lowest level of strength was Huang Xuan's rank.

The sun was shining and it was already noon.

When there were almost no people at the registration desk, a woman in red came lightly and stopped at the registration desk.

With picturesque features, she definitely looked like a beautiful woman, but the scar on the left half of her face compromised her stunning beauty.

The instructor who was in charge of recording the applicants asked without even raising his eyes, "What's your name?"

"Luo Qingyue!" Luo Qingyue answered neatly.

The instructor wanted to write a pen to record, but when he heard the name, his hand paused, and the brush almost fell to the ground.

He raised his head and glanced at the person coming.

The tutor frowned, raised his hand to support the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, "Luo Qingyue?" His tone was a little doubtful.

Luo Qingyue looked at the 40-year-old mentor in front of her, and nodded expressionlessly, confirming.

"Luo Qingyue from Class A of the Chixuan Department? The holy emperor and jade girl?" A trace of shock flashed in the instructor's eyes.

I still don't quite believe it.

Luo Qingyue raised her eyebrows in displeasure: "Is there a second Luo Qingyue in Sacred Emperor's Academy?"

The implication is, mentor, don't you think the question you asked is idiotic?
The tutor looked at Luo Qingyue, but didn't take her words seriously.

Although Luo Qingyue is the noble daughter of the Holy Emperor, her physique and strength are indeed useless and have zero profound strength.

Sign up today to participate in the competition/test, isn't this tantamount to courting death?

"Teacher, is there a rule that you cannot apply for the Chixuan Department?" Luo Qingyue's tone was light and slightly chilly.

The instructor shook his head, "No."

Luo Qingyue stopped talking, and waited for the teacher's next words.

The instructor had no choice but to record Luo Qingyue's name on the record, and at the end, he added three very obvious words: Chixuan Department.

All the people who signed up today are above the rank of Huangxuan. It is still unknown whether this Luo Qingyue has the strength, not to mention, even if she has, she is also of the rank of Chixuan.

Registering the name is also equivalent to a white newspaper.

You must know that although there is no distinction between life and death in the competition field, it is inevitable to be injured and disabled.

Isn't this Luo Qingyue afraid?
Luo Qingyue saw that her tutor had recorded her name, then turned around and left without saying a word.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, it was time for the competition to start.

The competition arena was built at the center of the Holy King's Academy.

There are many onlookers standing around the three-meter-high circular arena.

The number of applicants is one-on-one.

Numbers are drawn randomly, opponents are randomly drawn, and whoever can secure the last six spots is the winner.

Luo Qingyue drew number ten.

Looking at the numbers on the small wooden sign in her hand, Luo Qingyue's lips curled into a faint smile.

After everyone was drawn, Su Zisha joyfully found Luo Qingyue's figure, squeezed through the crowd, came to her side, raised the small wooden sign in her hand, and asked with a smile: "Little Master Father, what number did you draw? Look at mine, I am NO.15.”

Luo Qingyue glanced sideways at Su Zisha, and turned the small wooden sign in her hand up slightly, just in time for Su Zisha to see the numbers on the small wooden sign.

"It turns out that little master has drawn number ten. I just don't know if we will draw each other in the competition later on?"

(End of this chapter)