Pirate’s Infinite Wings

I was annoyed at the time, but now I find it hilarious. Li Yao had a slight smile on his face, smiled a few times, and then shook his head. Considering that Li Yao was sleeping on a soft sofa, in her sleep, she saw a beautiful man riding a white horse from afar. When she was nearby, she could see clearly, but the horse was a familiar one with a bad smile. From time to time, coldness floated out of the firm eyebrows. Li Yao grinned, and a trace of crystal clear flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Idle days always pass quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was time for the formal class. Many of the rules in the past have been changed due to the amalgamation of colleges and colleges. Fang Lang is like a testing ground. Everything is brand new. On the first day of formal class, Fang Lang finally met his first teacher in his life.

This is an old man, with thin cheeks that are not small, and the skin is tightly pressed, but with a pair of slender eyes, he is very smart, looking like a mummy. The old man was wearing a large teacher's dress, which did not match his body. This robe is very similar to the Taoist robe Fang Lang is familiar with, but the pattern behind him is the symbol of the imperial palace, a huge sunflower, not the gossip of Tai Chi. Although the old man is very thin, his hair is very nutritious. His thick black hair has turned into a crown of fine hair, which is covered with ordinary visible cloth and a simple and plain dress.

"This old man's name is Wu Yong. You can call me Mr., or you can call me by my name directly. But one thing is, don't call me teacher, because I'm not old." The old man stood behind the table, half lying on the table on, dead and lifeless, but his words made the young students laugh.

"Today is the official day for our God to open up to heaven. I have something to say in front of me. I can play all kinds of things all the time. There are two things that our class can't do. One is to gamble with money, The other is to fight and fight. There are no rules other than these two, and I hope everyone can remember them.” The old man flipped open the handcuffs, and said slowly, turning around, in his There is a line written on the blackboard behind it, which is very interesting. It is "about the relationship between combat power and combat skill".

"In the first class, let's discuss this topic, and everyone can speak enthusiastically." The old man waved his thin palm, but a group of students looked at me and you from the ground. Therefore, the relationship between combat effectiveness and combat skill is unclear. what reason? Fang Lang sat in the last row of the classroom. He didn't come here on purpose. That's because he was late and there was no seat. Stuart and Li Yao sat in the third row by the window. Li Yao was wearing the school uniform issued by the academy, and did not find the princess logo. Looking at the reactions of other students, they seem to have no idea that this beautiful girl with her head bowed is a princess.

Fang Lang, their classroom is very spacious, there are probably hundreds of people, but Imperial College has many places, so every class has such a classroom. It is a sunny morning outside the window, and there is a sandbag outside. Weapons and utensils, these are what Fang Lang is more interested in. In the classroom, slobbering arguments don't seem to make much sense. Wu Yong, a tutor, has been waiting for a quarter of an hour, and no student speaks, but he doesn't seem to be in a hurry. Still dead on the table, every newborn eye is God's. ..