All People: Beast Master, Unlimited Dissimilation Zerg Scourge

"Then, then I will sponsor a silver-level accessory for the first place."

After thinking for a few seconds, the principal of No. 1 Middle School made a decision.

Silver-level items, although they are completely incomparable with the dark gold-level materials proposed by Old Wang.

But jewelry is relatively rare, but it can also highlight one's intentions.

What's more, of course, I can afford gold-level equipment.

But taking it out directly like this is really a bit high-profile.

In the eyes of the principal of No. 1 Middle School, Lao Wang is reminding himself that what he did before was a bit too much, and this act of taking the lottery is just giving himself a step down.

And this game, there is a high probability that it will be won by myself.

Didn't these two prizes end up in the hands of his own students?

Lao Wang's move is really high.

At least in the eyes of outsiders, his behavior has added a lot of points to No. 1 Middle School.

Lao Wang naturally didn't know what the principal of No. 1 Middle School was thinking, and looked at him very puzzled.

Could it be that the fire in this hometown also knows Xia Qingxue's identity?

But after thinking about it, as the principal of No. 1 Middle School, if he knew Xia Qingxue's identity.

Then he will definitely try to get her here.

Instead of taking the lottery here.

Besides, to curry favor with Xia Qingxue, the silver-level jewelry is not enough to look at.

oh~

In the blink of an eye, Lao Wang understood what the principal of No. 1 Middle School was thinking, and couldn't help laughing inwardly.

If you want to continue the previous scenery this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult.

Not to mention Xia Qingxue, just because Wei Zifeng, who has the background of the son of the Lord of Qingcheng, is there, it's impossible for you to be in the middle school.

In terms of background, how many people in Qingcheng are stronger than Wei Zifeng?

The background represents resources, and resources represent hard power.

Don't look at Wei Zifeng's awakened S rank, it's not the highest.

But his father is amazing, there is absolutely no problem in equipping Wei Zifeng to the teeth.

With equipment and props, the gap in talent can be easily smoothed out in the early stage.

And the principal of this middle school has no choice.

Wei Zifeng was actually a student in No. 1 Middle School back then.

However, he didn't deal with No. 1 Middle School. In the college, he made a small fuss once every three days, and made a big fuss once every five days.

In the end, the Lord of Qingcheng had no choice but to let Wei Zifeng leave No. 1 Middle School.

As I said before, Wei Zifeng doesn't like people to curry favor with him.

But what is No. 1 Middle School?

Almost all the descendants of most famous people in Qingcheng gathered there.

Who doesn't know Wei Zifeng?

Wei Zifeng realized that he could not make true friends, the more he looked at those nodding and bowing students, the more he disliked them.

He simply left the No. 1 Middle School, and finally made it easier for the principal of the No. 3 Middle School.

The current principal of No. 3 Middle School sat there without saying a word, quietly watching Lao Wang perform with the principal of No. 1 Middle School.

Under the sign of Lao Wang's eyes, the principal of No. 1 Middle School looked at the others, "Since this is the case, then this matter is settled like this."

"Does anyone have any comments? Or do you want to add a lottery too?"

The principal of the No. 1 Middle School obviously has something out of line here. Does anyone have any objections?

If you have an opinion, come up with a lottery and bring it up again.

However, the principal of No. 3 Middle School asked at this time, "Then there must be a time limit for the competition, right?"

"A month later is the entrance examination. The time has been dragged on for a long time. When these resources are distributed, it will be too late."

The principal of No. 1 Middle School was about to speak, of course, the sooner the better.

But he glanced at Old Wang and said nothing, so he asked, "Yes, this time is a problem."

"The shorter the time, the more uncertain factors, and the longer the time, the role of these resources will be lower."

"Old Wang, you decide."

Old Wang scolded the chicken thief secretly, now he knew he was waiting for him to speak?

This time is indeed difficult to determine. According to the previous rules, in two days, it should be the time to distribute resources.

In such a short period of time, the uncertain factors are indeed too high.

If in the end, my means are in vain, who can I turn to for reasoning?

But just in case, Lao Wang still said, "Then let's set it in a week. After all, this time I asked the higher-ups to change the decision in order to be more fair and just."

"This is the first implementation after the decision, and it must be rigorous."

Lao Wang thought to himself, if a dark horse still takes the first place in a week, I will admit it.

"In order for you not to quarrel with me in the future, I paid a lot of money this time."

The principal of No. 1 Middle School thought that he was woken up by Lao Wang twice just now,

Now that is obeying the old Wang's words, and hurriedly echoed, "At this time, there are still three weeks before the entrance exam, so there is still plenty of time."

"It can also make some people give up looking for opportunistic methods, so I agree."

at this point,

Lao Wan and the No. 1 Middle School with the best grades have completed the unification of opinions.

The rest of the people also echoed and agreed to this time.

The principal of No. 3 Middle School watched the performance of the two, and knew that there was no way to change it, so he could only pack up his things and leave silently.

Originally, Xia Qingxue, an SS-level professional, was awakened, and the principal of No. 3 Middle School just wanted to help the students of No. 3 Middle School get more resources.

But now it has become an individualized resource allocation, and it is useless to raise your own opinions.

The principal of No. 3 Middle School forcibly comforted himself. For those mediocre students, maybe it would be good to live a peaceful life in Qingcheng.

Individual system, individual system.

Then should I help Bai Ye make more preparations?

But now that he is poor and empty, the only thing he still has, the most valuable holy object, has already been given to Bai Ye.

The principal of No. 3 Middle School, who left the conference room, thought for a long time, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number.

Again, the principal of No. 3 Middle School decided not to let Bai Ye lose at the starting line again.

"Hello?"

After the call was dialed, a gentle and familiar voice sounded, making the principal of No. 3 Middle School feel the passage of time.

but,

The voice on the other side of the phone instantly interrupted the principal of No. 3 Middle School's recollection of his previous life.

"Who am I? It turns out that you are an old man, and now you think of me?"

"Tell me, are you seriously injured and dying? Wait for me to save you? Send me the location."

The principal of the third middle school was still recalling the smiling face of the good life in the past, and it collapsed in an instant.

After swallowing hard, "Well, I want you to meet my new grandson."

After a second of silence,

A voice that could shatter glass came from the other end of the phone, "What did you say???"

"Well, you are not ashamed to be an old man. After leaving for so many years, you have a new grandson?"

"Hurry up and send the location, and see if I don't tear your face."

"I want to see, besides me, which blind person can still fall in love with you?"

A few minutes later, taking advantage of the tiredness of cursing on the other end of the phone, the principal of No. 3 Middle School said helplessly, "This new grandson is the boy I adopted 10 years ago. Where do you want to go?"

drop~

As the position of the principal of No. 3 Middle School has just been announced,

Thorn~

The sound of space being torn apart sounded,

Just above the head of the principal of No. 3 Middle School, a woman with full hair but still maintaining a good appearance walked out of the torn space.

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