The Anarchic Consort

Tu Sufeng glanced at them, scorned a glimmer of light, and smiled and said: "So, you don't need to adjust your order. I have read your list, it says, if it is a poor hospital. In the finals, you only have Yuan Lingxuan playing alone, and the rest of the people choose to wait. Is this method inappropriate?"

"To deal with the few people in the poor hospital, I am enough alone." Yuan Lingxuan’s mouth brought a smile, but it’s hard to hide the condescending disdain: “Not to mention, can they finally meet us? Also said."

Tu Sufeng snorted and smiled. He did not continue to ask Yuan Lingxuan what he was, but turned his head to the small bald head: "What about you? What?"

The only person who knows the identity of the kid is only his little nephew.

Oh, he still wants to see two brothers fighting.

The seven emperors looked at him and took a bite of meat: "As long as the hospital does not let me fight, the rest of me can." Anyway, he has decided, must avoid playing with the third brother!

I just didn't think that this would become another meaning in Yuan Lingxuan's ears.

"The dean, you see, even the Seventh Highness knows who is worthy of hands-on, who is not worthy of hands-on." Yuan Lingxuan's mouth disdain is even more intense.

Even He Lianjiao laughed at the side: "It’s still the Seventh Highness."

Hey... the little bald head looked at the two people who laughed together, and bowed his head and took a bite out of the meat bag. The gang helped him to bulge. The little brow was slightly wrinkled. He didn’t know how to tell them. He didn’t play because it wasn’t because It is worthwhile, he did not dare, especially after he knew that the third brother chose the martial arts, he was even more afraid!

He does not want to offend the third brother.

When he was disobedient when he was young, the third brother let him barefoot and stood outside.

I know that he loves meat like Fire Kirin, but he does not eat it.

He also said that he was seen by the light, and even the daughter-in-law could not find it later, and there would be no meat.

The little bald head still remembers this matter until now, in order to find a wife and eat meat, he has not committed anything!

He was afraid that the third brother would let him dance the rabbit dance to the little girls, and he is now a big man, not so casual! Will be loved!

The little bald head began to count very seriously. Since the third brother let him dance the rabbit dance, how many palace ladies will blush as soon as they see him.

Think about it, too much, the finger is not enough.

Tu Sufeng is not the longest person with the little seven emperors. When he sees the little man's cute tiger face, he knows that his apprentice has begun to go away again.

but……

"Do you really think that the students in the hospital are not enough?" Tu Sufeng's gentle and gentle hands put his hands on the table, with a deep sense of deep tone.

Murong Changfeng, who has never spoken, opened his mouth with a smile: "The dean wants to say that these freshmen are chosen by you, let us be more careful?"

Tu Sufeng smiled and said: "Not because I chose it, but because they are really worthy of your attention."

"We will put the words of the Dean in my heart." Murong Changfeng is the son of Murong's palace. After all, speaking and doing things are much more stable than Yuan Lingxuan: "But the order of the game is also determined by the elders of our excellent hospital. We It’s just listening to the command. Since the elders think that it’s enough for Ling Xuan to play alone, that’s all there is no problem. Dean, you are the person in charge of the hospital, I can understand your mood, but The game will go with the flow, we still have to thank you for your guidance. If it is true, the Lingxuan will be more careful."

Wen Yan, the smile of Tu Sufeng's mouth is even stronger: "Since all of you think so, the hospital will not say anything more. I wish you a good long-term, and strive to win all four games."

"Yes."

The three people met and smiled, and walked out of the hall in tandem.

When I went back, Yuan Lingxuan’s thin lips slammed a little: “I don’t know what the wastes are, and the Dean will be so optimistic about them.”

"The dean is the person in charge of the hospital. Of course, it will tend to be on the side." Murong Changfeng faintly arranged the sleeves: "But to ensure that the four games are infallible, we must change our order of appearance, but It’s not for the poor hospital, but for the good house. When confronting the good house, we must all play.”

Yuan Lingxuan thought for a moment, and felt that this suggestion was very practical. He nodded and turned his head to look at the little bald head: "Is there a problem with the Seventh House of the Good House?"

"As long as you don't let me play with the hospital, you can." Xiaoguangtou is still an old saying.

Yuan Lingxuan, who was provoked, laughed again: "That's the way it is, the rest remains unchanged. When we fight against the good house, we all play."

"Good." Helianjiao did not care what the order of appearance was. In her mind, no one of the new students in the courtyard could compare with their superiors.

Yuan Lingxuan and Murong Changfeng did not say this on their mouths, but they also showed the same performance as Helianjiao. From the strategic deployment to the order of the competition, there is nothing to say. Only the black house of the Liangyuan is the second son. Let them have a look.

The rest of the people are simply no different from soy sauce.

What they don't know, however, is that some people lose and lose in light enemy and arrogance...

In this way, the news that the War Soul Army selected the candidate was spread throughout the college in less than half an hour.

Because the War Soul Army requires the selected personnel to be strictly confidential, everyone does not know who will be selected.

But only one association can think of it. No one else can guess, except for the few talents of the Premier.

So as soon as the news spread, He Lianjiaer became the topic of people in the college.

The old man sweeping the floor listened to the discussion of the words of the students, and they both groaned and did not speak. They still held the broom quietly and did the work that belonged to him.

When the students were gone, he swept away and went around the backyard, shaking his head.

The figure that followed the old man naturally saw what he was thinking. He chuckled: "Young people will be unsettled. When I was selected, I would like to let everyone know."

"That gimmick will not be like this." After the old man finished speaking, he seemed to be angry with himself: "Forget it, let the old man think, think about it..."

The figure smiled and said: "The old man still doesn't want to think about it for too long. What's more, when the end of the trial is over, the candidate will be confirmed. If you want to change it, you can't change it. You still have to think about it for a while. How to teach the earthen warrior brought by Miss Helen."