Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Number, the foundation of all things. Those who enter the research institute will more or less change the country under their feet. They don't know the foundation, so why come in?"

The researcher imitated the prince's tone decently, then smiled and said, "It's the prince's words."

"That is to say—"

Zhao Ke turned to the mathematics notebooks in the room next door in astonishment, and randomly picked out a few volumes to unfold, all of which were written by the same person in bad handwriting.

"It's the prince's handwriting..."

She couldn't help asking a question that everyone in the class wanted to ask.

"Although I can't read it, but could he have... Written it wrong?"

"I'll be very happy if you reach the level where you can pick out mistakes." The researcher paused, and continued: "This is also what he said."

"Candidates who can make it to the end can have access to the highest-level secrets of Qin."

"Excuse me, assuming I pass the assessment of the institute, where will I be transferred?"

"Refer to your preferences and grades, and apply accordingly."

The researcher clapped his hands and said: "Okay, candidate, you can keep quiet, no loud noises are allowed during the morning self-study time, you don't need to understand, you just need to make sure you know every word, there will be different lectures to explain in class. "

Looking at the Theory of Everything in his hand, Zhao Ke felt a little heavy.

"It's all written by Mr. Yan... His Royal Highness?"

It is hard to imagine what kind of effort it takes to write a roomful of letters for a subject, and what kind of knowledge is used to write such knowledge that is beyond the times.

Shocked by Yan Ce's amount of knowledge, but soon came to his senses, the other examinees were already racing against time to print the words on the letter in their heads.

A few students like Gongsun showed the sadness of myocardial infarction, and then embraced the dictatorship of defeating the Great Demon King, and returned the world to a bright future.

The content of the letter is so much that it hits the brain over and over again like a wave.

In this way, all the teenagers and girls spent the morning self-study time in a daze.

Meow meow!

Should this be written by people of this era? ? ?

You can know the characters, but if the two characters are close together, you will not be able to recognize them.

It's like "the proud sons who just learned the alphabet suddenly received an all-English SCi", and the whole person's worldview was shattered to pieces.

But, the world view is like the clothes that bind a girl in the basement. If the first layer is peeled off, the second layer will not be so resistant.

It is completely different from the knowledge I know. There is no etiquette teaching from any institution of learning. From the beginning to the end, it is full of academic dry goods, and the corners of the eyes are turned up, and the face is flushed. I really want to thank the aura of the proud son and daughter hard enough.

Everyone's pride disappeared into the sky with the blowing wind.

They will be greeted with a fellowship training program with little breathing room until the last day of tuition.

At this time, Zhao Ke saw the large characters written in the same handwriting as the prince's on the outer wall of the branch of the research institute.

"Have you given up?"

There is also an arrogant "Peppa" painted next to it, as if Yan Ce's ridicule can be seen through the crude painting.

"It's too much...Prince!"

Even if you have the thought of retreating, there is no way out for the glory of the nobles at this moment.

Study hard in order to overthrow the Demon King Yan.

Yu Ji silently pulled the ignorant Xiao Yu, took the letter and held it up, as if silently reading it in her heart.

On the side, the teenagers and girls who were trying to form cliques saw this scene and didn't bother them, carefully avoiding the quiet girl.

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At this moment, Yan Ce was lying on a bed inside the research institute to catch up on sleep after his liver exploded. Not far away was the older generation who edited textbooks, sound asleep.

"His Royal Highness."

Miss Lingshi called softly, clenched her fists slightly.

Let's save a little face for the prince, she didn't get angry.

"Who, don't make noise, don't water, I'll just sleep for a while."

Yan Ce pouted in his sleep, raised his hand twice, and accidentally caught the soft and plump shape. The super good feeling that one palm just covered him made him not let go immediately.

"..."

The woman's expression fell into the cold winter in an instant, and her chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

Grabbing Yan Ce's wrist touching her body, he threw it down mercilessly.

"Missing for several days, did not report to His Majesty in time, and did not explain to others. Now His Majesty ordered me to take you back. Are you going to lie in a coffin and sleep for a lifetime?"

The serene Yan Ce's expression became extremely depressed.

"Er...Mom..."

His buttocks were lightly pressed against the edge of the bed, and his right leg was folded on top of his left leg. Miss Shi's face was extremely calm, she put her hand on his forehead, and then frowned.