Anime card making

A gentle beauty with pigtails appeared in front of Russell.

The white and wide captain's haori was draped over Unohana Retsu's body, so Russell couldn't see her figure clearly.

"Please give me more advice in the future, Russell." Unohana Retsu had a gentle smile on his face.

Perhaps others would be deceived by Unohana Retsu's current appearance, but Russell certainly wouldn't.

He knew very well that under Unohana Retsu's gentle face was a bloodless and tearless villain.

As if sensing Russell's thoughts, Unohana Retsu still had a smile on his face, but his eyes, like autumn water, gradually narrowed: "I always feel that Russell is thinking about something rude."

"Ahem." Russell had fine cold sweat on his forehead, and quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, Sister Lie, what is the specific situation of your [Eight Thousand Flows·Hidden]?"

After checking Unohana Retsu's information, he was a little confused.

Because under normal circumstances, Unohana Retsu's characteristic should be [Eight Thousand Flows], but there is obviously a problem now.

But the description did not specify, so he could only ask Unohana Retsu in person.

Hearing this, Unohana Retsu's gentle face showed a distressed expression: "If the information in my mind is correct, I should be able to use swordsmanship when my state is reduced."

Russell nodded and understood: "I see."

Although it was a bit unexpected, it did not surprise Russell too much.

After all, in the original work, Unohana Retsu gave people the impression of a long-range support character with sufficient healing until the Thousand Year Blood War.

Sufficient healing in all senses.

But this is not bad news for Russell.

After all, in a normal card maker battle, you must first find a way to deal with the opponent's long-range output and medical cards.

Isn't it a coincidence that Unohana Retsu, who has not activated the Eight Thousand Flow, is just in this position.

Imagine when the enemy finally rushed to her side and was about to deal with the small crispy skin in the back row in their eyes, they found that the opponent was not a long-range mage at all, but a berserker.

The picture was too beautiful, and Russell was a little afraid to think about it.

But if the other party doesn't deal with Unohana Retsu, then the ninety-level ghost will teach them a lesson.

Putting away the complicated thoughts in his heart, Russell said to Unohana Retsu with a serious face: "Speaking of which, I also have a sword, and I hope to ask Sister Lie for advice."

Unohana Retsu felt what Russell was thinking and looked around: "Is it here?"

Russell nodded seriously.

And where he is now is the bedroom.

The next day, Russell stood up while touching his waist.

"Silver level is different. Fortunately, after more than a month, arrogance has also strengthened my physique to black iron level."

"Otherwise, I really can't resist it."

Last night, Russell felt that he was facing the greatest villain in the Soul Society.

Luckily, Russell's swordsmanship was more advanced in the end, and he killed Unohana Retsu with his sword, but this was also thanks to the fact that Russell had two sparring partners to accompany him in training in the past days.

After this victory, he could put his hands on his waist and say, "My sword is not bad!"

After a simple wash, Russell prepared to do today's homework.

As usual, he checked his phone to see if there were any unread messages.

[Shi Wenrao: Mr. Luo, the admission procedures have been completed. The relevant materials will be sent to your home in the next two days. Please check them. ]

Seeing this message, Russell scratched his head: "Who is Shi Wenrao?"

"Oh, I remember, the teacher in charge of admissions at Nanjing University."

Russell immediately replied with a message.

[Russell: Got it. ]

After replying to this message, Russell clicked into the group of teachers that Hu Tao had pulled into before, and found that no one was talking: "Senior brothers and sisters and teachers are all very busy."

Russell had some guesses about this. After all, according to Bai Yueming's personality, the disciples he accepted must be good people.

Even if they are not good people, they must pretend to be in the same group with Bai Yueming.

There is no response at the moment, maybe he has entered the secret realm.

After all, there is no signal after entering the secret realm, so it is normal not to receive messages.

Putting away the phone, Russell emptied his mind and entered into meditation.

February 2nd is the day when the second half of the semester of Nanjing University starts.

This year, the holiday started early, and the school started early.

"Bang!"

A dull landing sound was heard at the gate of Nanjing University's Xianling Campus.

At this time, the sparse crowd at the school gate was attracted by the sound and turned their heads to look.

What caught their eyes was a huge humanoid black and red monster.

"Fuck, the secret organization is coming?"

"Which secret organization is so bold to come to our campus to make trouble."

"That's right, if you want to fight, you should fight other campuses first."

The reason why the students of Xianling Campus said this is naturally because Nanjing University's card-making department is here.

The teaching staff of Nanjing University's card-making department is terrifying. Not to mention the emerald-level teachers, there are even several diamond-level teachers.

"Is this a biological card?"

"It should be, but I haven't seen it in the department before? Is it newly made during the winter vacation?"

"Forget about that, the question is where is the card maker?"

Although most of the people present were ordinary students, there were still some students from the card making department.

Just as everyone was puzzled, the huge black and red monster shrank rapidly like a balloon leaking air, until it finally completely penetrated into the figure who remained in place.

"What the hell? What kind of card is this!?"

"I don't know, I've never seen such a card."

"Have you seen this classmate in the department?"

"No"

This person is naturally Russell. The wind in February is still very cold, so he let arrogance completely wrap himself up during the flight.

With the blessing of arrogance, Russell easily heard the voices talking about him in the distance.

After thinking for a moment, Russell took out the admission notice and walked towards the two people who were obviously students of the card making department.

"Hello, how do I get to the class at this address?"

Russell handed over the admission notice and asked the two people.

One of the thin guys took the admission notice, read it carefully, and then hesitantly asked Russell: "Why did you come to school half a year later?"

The fat guy beside him also finished reading the admission notice next to the thin guy, and immediately slapped the thin guy on the arm: "Are you stupid? Didn't you see that the date on it is January 28th of this year?"

But the next moment, he reacted and looked at Russell in confusion: "Our school is still recruiting students in the second half of the semester? How come I didn't know?"

Russell laughed at this: "Admission in advance, just luck."

Seeing that Russell didn't seem to want to say more, the thin guy thought for a while and said: "You should have a student ID, right?"

Russell nodded, and understood what the thin guy meant. He immediately took out his student ID and passed the gate inspection at the school gate under the gaze of the two.

"Now you should be able to tell me how to get to this place, right?"