Hunting College

"Cough cough cough!"

The violent cough sounded resoundingly behind Su Shijun and her little maid.

Su Ya turned her head and saw a familiar face.

A few days ago, in front of an office deep in the office building, she had seen this sallow-faced little old man. At that time, he pressed her head with his big, rough hand full of smoke.

The sallow-faced wizard who Su Ya warned wrinkled his nose, and stretched out his hand to pull the corner of the lady's robe.

Su Shijun finally turned around helplessly.

"Although leaving a little shadow on the portrait is a relatively advanced magic technique... but for you who have become a great wizard, it shouldn't be a difficult task." Old Yao stuffed his pipe into his pocket and added with a smile: "Moreover, I remember you Qingqiu should have a more subtle method..."

"I just want to know how you can tear off a little bit of your shadow and stuff it into the portrait without your consent." Su Shijun made no secret of his malice: "Aunt Jiu is about to celebrate her birthday, I think it would be a good one. gift……"

"Cough cough cough cough..." Lao Yao immediately coughed again.

After a long while, he slowly stopped his coughing, pulling his face, looking at the behaving witch in front of him, and instructed: "Just hang people on the wall any way you want? It's not a lady who speaks badly about people behind your back. Things to do……"

"Being a lady? And then being abandoned by a guilty guy?!" Su Shijun raised his head and snorted disdainfully: "Besides... eavesdropping behind others is not the work of a gentleman."

There was an agreeable laugh from the portraits hanging on both sides of the corridor.

Even the old wizards who had just been ridiculed by Jun Su Shi couldn't help but curl up.

"Cough cough cough cough..." Old Yao coughed violently again.

"If you cough, you need to smoke less." Su Shijun curled his mouth, glanced at the pipe with his head sticking out in the professor's pocket, and changed his mouth: "Of course, if you sell me that pipe, you may live a few more years... …I mean, you might be able to hang it on the wall a few days later."

Lao Yao immediately reached out and pressed the sticking pipe deeper into his pocket.

"Don't bother." The professor sullenly looked at the newly appointed Senator in the next month council, frowning slightly: "Um... very interesting glasses, which can have a mental force field that passively interferes with fluctuations... this is The craftsmanship of the Greens..."

"How can the vulgar gadgets of the Green family get into our young lady's eyes... This pair of glasses is the latest model of Mu Shi Niang! There are hundreds of jade coins!" Su Ya immediately jumped out, retorting loudly, her small chin raised more than The nose is still high.

Such remarks immediately angered a certain onlooker.

Before Old Yao spoke, not far away, a portrait hanging on the wall of the corridor yelled: "How vulgar things are in the Green house?! Little girl, you need to make it clear..."

While talking, the long-bearded old man in the hanging portrait straddled several photo frames one after another, squeezed into a portrait facing Su Ya, and spittingly shouted: "...The things in our old Green house have always been exquisite craftsmanship. The texture is exquisite, why is it vulgar?!"

"Speaking crudely, behaving vulgarly...what exquisite alchemy products can be made?" A graceful lady sat at the wine table with a portrait opposite, and said unceremoniously: "...Who are you here? I don’t know that our mother Mu is the ancestor of these delicate jewelry... Green? Where did the blacksmith come from!"

After all, the lady lowered her head and looked at Su Ya with a smile on her face: "The little girl has a good eye, and I will let the kids in the store give you a discount..."

The long-bearded old wizard opposite immediately yelled angrily.

The two parties each entangled with a bunch of hanging portraits that had nothing to do with each other, and started a quarrel over which of the products of Green Grocery Store and Mu Shi Niang is more exquisite and exquisite in workmanship.

Professor Yao looked at the noisy and chaotic statues around him, feeling a headache and sighing again and again.

Su Shijun took advantage of the chaos, dragged the little maid, tiptoe, and squeezed in quietly along the door of the 601 classroom next to it.

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When the high heels sounded in the hallway, the students who had been immersed in the wonderful teaching of the curse professor were immediately awakened.

Zheng Qing reacted quickly, but Fatty Xin straightened up earlier than him.

"High heels!"

The fat man turned his head, gestured his mouth, his eyes widened and his face was full of excitement.

This makes young public-funded students quite contemptible-haven't they never heard the sound of walking in high heels, right?

But listen carefully, the crisp sound of the string of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground, like a puffy drum, makes your heart itch--I wonder if the new great wizard used something strange when walking. Magic tricks.

It is more than eleven o'clock in the morning.

It was just when the morning class was about to end.

During this time of weekdays, the entire teaching building is in a very quiet environment. The only headless horsemen who may make noise will sit obediently at the corner of the stairs and motionless before the bell rings.

Therefore, when the abnormal noise came from the corridor, the young wizards almost guessed the owner of the high heels at the same time.

Seeing the suppressed commotion in the audience, Professor Yao, who was standing in front of the blackboard, sighed heavily.

Even if there are separate "students" who can continue to listen, it is clear that the efficiency of the entire class has dropped to a very low level.

"I'm going to get a few books, you just sit where you are, don't walk around." Old Yao knocked on the desk with his fingers, warning, turned and pushed the door and walked out.

When his figure just disappeared at the door, the classroom immediately boiled open.

"The goddess is coming!!!" Duan Xiaojian screamed in the back row of the classroom, causing a mess of applause around him.

"Listening to the sound of her walking, my heart is going to crumble..." Fatty Xin looked drunk and acted as if he was holding a heart.

His remarks won him retching around.

"Cousin~www.wuxiaspot.com~your blush! Quickly lend me... and a small mirror, hurry up! My complexion seems a bit bad!" Li Meng touched her slightly fat face and shouted He threw himself into Jiang Yu's arms and fumbled around.

"The mirror is not there!" Jiang Yu screamed, pushing his cousin away hard.

Of course, Li Meng was not the only student showing nervousness-Matthew Cullen, who was sitting next to the window, stood up at some point and was meticulously tidying up his clothes, adjusting the angle of the cufflinks and the belt over and over again. position.

"Ahem, everyone is a little quiet...Remember what the professor said before." Monitor Downton stood up and did his part to maintain order: "...We should leave a good impression on Senator Su, not a messy impression. ."

The statement is justified and well-founded.

The original noisy voice in the classroom suddenly reduced a bit.

Even so, it didn't stop the students from continuing to whisper, digging out various blank clusters of new law books or other weird souvenirs from the drawer, and exchanging how to get Su Shijun's signature.