Douluo mainland: I am Qian Renxue's fiancé

Chapter 17 Class Roll Call (Part 1)

Take back the martial spirit.

Reaching out to pull up the fat teacher on the ground, Zi Jun nodded in recognition.

"You can touch my bone age. I don't want to be misunderstood as a bad old man because of my cultivation."

Showing an awkward yet polite smile.

The fat teacher held Zi Jun's arm and fumbled for a while.

The more I look at it, the more shocked I am!

The more I look at it, the more unreal it becomes!

Putting down Zijun's arm, the fat teacher clenched his fists on his chest while breathing heavily.

He bent down and said respectfully.

"Hey Nana! Look at that! Isn't he the man who was in the playground yesterday? Why is he also here at school?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man handed the list in his hand to Fu Youcai.

In the original work, Qian Renxue was not only gifted! She was also born ten years earlier than Tang San!

Only Qian Renxue, sitting on the chair with a smile on her face, looked happy.

"Oh my god! She looks so cute!"

Fu Youcai filled in the names of Zi and Jun on the admission list and submitted it to the dean.

"One day I will definitely prove to Master that I am the most suitable successor to Wuhun Palace!"

The instructor on the platform picked up the list on the table and took a cursory glance.

As long as you are so powerful that no one can match you!

Hearing the teacher's roll call, Yan stood up with his arms folded and cast his gentle eyes on Hu Liena.

Stand up.

A new day of campus life also begins with lively and noisy laughter...

After all, in this world where strength is respected, soul masters and even ordinary people particularly value strength!

The three of them chatted briefly for a while.

"As expected of Her Majesty the Princess of Wuhun Palace! This talent must be very strong!"

"These students that the teacher is going to introduce below are all the most talented people in our entire college! The students named earlier must work hard to learn from them!"

He looked in the direction of Xie Yue's finger.

After hearing Fu Youcai's answer, the middle-aged man in front of him calmed down.

Bang bang bang!

He patted the desk to signal for silence.

"Let's confirm the list of students in the class. Students whose names are read please respond to the teacher. The roll call begins!"

The middle finger and index finger came together and gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of the nose.

"Here we come!" A little boy with an ordinary appearance, but his face was filled with youthful vitality, stood up and responded.

Reaching out and holding Qian Renxue's hand, the two looked at each other and Zijun smiled and replied.

Hearing Fatty Teacher's name Zi Jun was happy, he looked up and down and approved.

Bang bang bang!

The instructor standing on the podium slapped the table and reminded.

How could a precocious girl like her be interested in a "bad old man"?

But Qian Renxue didn't make any big progress at all, and instead was caught up by Lan Yincao.

At his true age, he could probably be considered their grandfather.

The students in the entire class all opened their mouths and focused their eyes on Qian Renxue!

He raised his fist to his mouth and coughed, then the male instructor introduced him in a straight tone.

Come back to your senses.

That's where Zijun and Qian Renxue were sitting.

Putting down the roll call in his hand, he picked up another roll with "Student Detailed Information" written on it and started counting again.

But when Qian Renxue turned thirty, she had just reached the level of Soul Saint!

To put it bluntly, even if this talent were given to a dog, it would be far superior to that of his peers!

"You seem to be quite wealthy. You don't have to be so polite to me in the academy from now on. Just call me Zijun or Xiaojun."

"Hu Liena! Bone age is six years old! Martial spirit fox demon! Seventh level spirit warrior!"

Withdraw your gaze.

"Qian Renxue! With a bone age of six years, a martial soul seraph! Innately full of soul power! A level 20 soul master!"

Time always passes by inadvertently.

"Wow! As soon as you wake up, you have the strength of a seventh-level soul warrior! That's amazing!"

"Yan! The bone age is six years old! Ancient martial spirit flame lord! Sixth level spirit warrior!"

"Who knows, maybe the master arranged this specially because she was afraid that her children would be bullied in the academy."

The attitude of others towards you is only respect, never jealousy!

What's more, Zi Jun is only six years old now!

He already has the strength of a titled Douluo!

What if he waits until he grows up!

That strength may have surpassed that of mortals! It is possible to become a legendary "god"!

But what Fu Youcai doesn't know is that Zijun has already become a god!

He is a supreme god-king who surpasses the first-level gods!

It’s just a big departure!

The other students looked at the two of them with envy.

The latter nodded and exited the dean's office.

Because in the hearts of Hu Liena and others, Zi Jun is a Wuhun Palace elder who "returns to youth".

"What! A six-year-old titled Douluo? Fu Youcai, are you kidding me? Huh? Why does this name seem familiar?"

"Fu Deqi...!"

After hearing the information introduction of the two of them, except for Qian Renxue and a few others.

A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he looked sideways at the last row.

"In that case, there is no problem. You can go down! Assign the two of them to the third key class, and all teaching resources will be tilted."

The names of Qian Renxue and others were not mentioned.

Zijun, who has medium-long white and purple hair, is lying on the desk and sleeping soundly.

He looked excitedly at the list in his hand.

I don’t know who started it, but suddenly there were bursts of exclamations in the class.

"You guessed it right! He is the young master Zi Jun mentioned by the Pope. As for the authenticity of the information, I have also confirmed it by touching the bones. He is indeed six years old."

I clicked the name, and I didn’t know whether the instructor did it on purpose or not.

Fu Youcai looked at Zijun with respect.

Subtly, she has become a woman who only worships the strong!

The reason why Tang San attracted her in the first place was because he was stronger than Hu Liena.

Innate soul power level 20!

Such talent!

Even Tang San, who has the aura of the protagonist, is still far behind!

The two of them are not on the same level at all!

"Lu Renjia!"

He is also the new God of Shura!

Seeing the astonished expression on the dean's face, Fu Youcai, who was sitting in the chair honestly, scratched his head and smiled bitterly.

Seeing everyone's compliments on Qian Renxue, Hu Liena, who was sitting by the wall, murmured unwillingly.

Early morning of the second day.

Before she died, she didn't even think about it. Where did Qian Renxue lose? Why did she lose?

Because of this, Zi Jun, who had watched the plot in his previous life.

After a night of silence, the sun rises full of hope again.

But the latter was not interested in him at all, because Hu Liena had already been under the influence of Bibi Dong.

Hu Liena glanced at Zi Jun and lost interest.

"If there is no one with the same name in the academy, I guess I am."

"Arrived!" Qian Renxue subconsciously raised her hand in response.

"Martial Spirit Academy's blessing and wealth have met Your Majesty!"

After watching the students calm down, the instructor on the platform continued to roll call.

Xie Yue, who was sitting in the second to last row near the right wall, patted Hu Liena on the shoulder and pointed to Zi Jun's position.

"You...you are the legendary Young Master Zijun! His Highness Qian Renxue's fiancé!"

There was an exclamation in the dean's office.

Fu Youcai looked shocked again!

What he never expected was that the person in front of him was the legendary Zi Jun!

But as she raised her hand, the whole class seemed to press the pause button!

Only her voice echoed in the classroom.

"Quiet, quiet!" the instructor on the platform stopped again.

He glanced at the students present and put down the roster in his hand.

He raised his hand to push up his glasses, and a fiery look slowly appeared on his serious face.

Firmly lock the position in the last row.

(End of chapter)