Anime card making

Seeing that Russell was really a student of their school, the thin man and the fat man looked at each other and saw the incredulity in each other's eyes.

In the past, there were people who were admitted in advance, but no matter how outrageous the early admission was, they would not come to school directly in the second half of the semester.

At this time, in the eyes of the fat and thin duo, Russell was either the son of a big boss who came in through the back door.

Or he was so talented that Nanjing University made an exception and admitted him in the second half of the semester.

Combined with the scene at the school gate just now, Russell was obviously the latter.

The fat and thin duo immediately walked to Russell: "I didn't expect that you are really from our school, classmate."

"Let me see your address."

"Class 1, Card Making Department, Class of 2024."

As the thin man slowly read out the place name, the fat man next to him said in a daze: "Isn't this our class?"

Standing at the door of Class 1, Card Making Department, Russell thanked the duo: "Thank you for leading the way."

After communicating, Russell also figured out the identities of the two. The fat man's name is He Qishou and the thin man's name is He Qifeng.

That's right, two people who look completely different are actually twins, which surprised Russell a little.

He Qishou said disapprovingly: "It's a small matter. We have to report here anyway, so it's just on the way."

"Besides, Russell, you are also our classmate from today."

He Qifeng nodded silently on the side.

The three of them entered the classroom.

At this time, there were already several students sitting in the classroom. Seeing the fat and thin duo leading Russell in, they immediately asked curiously: "Who is this classmate?"

He Qishou opened his mouth when he heard it, but didn't know where to start. Finally, he scratched his head and said: "The specific situation is a bit complicated. Teacher Hu should tell you when he arrives."

He Qifeng said coldly on the side: "Are you sure Teacher Hu will tell you?"

"Uh" He Qishou thought of his class counselor and suddenly felt a little unconfident.

Russell only felt that the teacher Hu they were talking about had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu: "Could it be my senior sister?"

"No, no, no, there shouldn't be any school that would let someone with social anxiety be a counselor, right?"

But thinking about it, Hu Tao is already a teacher at Nanjing University, and it doesn't seem like a big deal to have another part-time counselor.

After all, counselors don't really have much to do.

Time passed by minute by minute, and students entered the class one after another.

Seeing that there were students in the class that they had never seen before, they all cast curious glances at Russell.

As the clock pointed to nine o'clock, a slender figure in a turtleneck sweater also stepped into the classroom.

"It's really my senior sister," Russell thought helplessly, covering his forehead.

Hu Tao, who had already stood next to the podium, saw Russell's eyes light up, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then pursed his lips and didn't speak.

"Russell, don't look at Teacher Hu like this, she is still a very good person, and she is very generous in approving leave." He Qishou was talking in a low voice, and saw Russell stand up, "Hey, Russell, where are you going?"

In the eyes of everyone, Russell walked all the way to Hu Tao and said, "Senior sister, then let me introduce myself?"

Everyone present was stunned when they heard it: "Senior sister, what senior sister?"

Before they had time to think, they heard Russell say: "Hello everyone, my name is Russell, from Shanghai, thank you Nanjing University for giving me this opportunity, from today on, I am a classmate with you, I hope you will take care of me."

Hearing Russell's words, the classroom of the first class of the card making department fell into a strange silence.

But there are no stupid people who can be admitted to Nanjing University, and they quickly understood what Russell meant.

"Transfer student?"

"Whose big brother's child is this?"

"Outrageous, this is the first time I have seen such an operation."

Russell didn't care about the discussion of the crowd, and sat back next to He Qishou.

"Russell, what do you mean by senior sister?" He Qishou was not shocked because he had known Russell's identity for a long time. He was only interested in what Russell had just called Hu Tao.

"Literally, Master Bai Yueming is my teacher."

"Ah?!"

One day passed.

The news that Russell was Bai Yueming's disciple quickly spread throughout the entire Class 1 of the Card Making Department.

His classmates finally knew why Russell called Hu Tao senior sister.

At this time, Russell stood at the foot of the mountain and asked He Qishou beside him: "So our practical class is located on the mountain?"

There is a mountain in the Xianling campus.

The teaching building of the Card Making Department is next to this mountain.

And Russell was only on the first day of class today, so he was naturally not very clear about the location of the practical class.

However, He Qishou shook his head and corrected, "Not on the mountain, to be exact, the whole mountain."

"But we first-year students can't make such a big noise, basically we are on the top of the mountain."

Russell nodded slightly when he heard this. In his observation over the past two days, first-year students are basically bronze-level card makers, and there are very few silver-level ones.

There are still a few monsters like Russell.

But according to He Qishou himself, he is not far from the threshold of silver level, and the situation is the same for most first-year students in the department.

But he didn't know Russell's identity as a silver-level card maker. After all, Russell couldn't publicize this matter everywhere.

"Let's go quickly, class is about to start."

He Qifeng's voice interrupted the conversation between the two.

He saw him summon a huge dog, climb on it and rush to the top of the mountain.

Seeing this, Russell stopped hesitating and summoned Pidgeot to fly to the top of the mountain.

After arriving at the top of the mountain, Russell finally figured out how a socially anxious person like Hu Tao could attend class.

Hu Tao was standing next to a blackboard with a few big words written on it.

[Card Maker's Wild Fight Self-Defense Method. ]

"Fuck, why is this the topic today?" He Qifeng, who was standing next to Russell, shuddered when he saw the words on the blackboard.

Because it was his first time attending class, Russell didn't know the difference between different topics, so he could only ask, "What's wrong with this topic?"

"The purpose of this topic is to improve our survival rate in the wild fight." He Qishou's face looked like he had been defended, "The key to the problem is that we can't use cards that can act independently."

While He Qishou was explaining to Russell, a middle-aged Taoist priest in a yellow robe and a yellow turban appeared next to Hu Tao.

With a slight movement of his fingers, a sturdy yellow turban warrior appeared on the top of the mountain.

The yellow turban warrior walked to the center and said in a muffled voice, "Who will go first?"

Russell didn't know the specific situation, so he naturally didn't ask to go first.

The top of the mountain fell into a strange silence.

After a long while, a voice sounded in the field: "Teacher Hu, why don't you let Russell go first."

"We all want to see Russell's strength."

Seeing that the students present all looked at him, Russell frowned and thought to himself: "Sure enough, this world still depends on whose fist is bigger."

He knew what the people present were thinking, and they simply thought that he entered Nanjing University by connections.

But they didn't think about why they were accepted as disciples by Bai Yueming.

Feeling the gaze of Hu Tao, Russell couldn't help but sigh: "Then I'll go first."

As he stood still in the field, the Yellow Turban Warrior saluted: "I'm sorry, young master."

As Hu Tao's card, he naturally knew Russell's identity.

The next moment, the Yellow Turban Warrior disappeared from the spot, and when he appeared again, the whistling fist wind had already swept across his face.

Following closely was the Yellow Turban Warrior's right fist with terrifying power.

Just

"I've been underestimated, Senior Sister."

A calm voice and a crazy voice overlapped and echoed on the top of the mountain.

Including this chapter, a total of 8,000 words have been updated yesterday and today. Don't worry, brothers, I will complete it like this when I take leave in the future. The author will not run away.