The arrogant beast-riding goddess

Chapter 37 [Luck against the sky] (1)

What's the use of heaven and earth, it can't be quilt.

What's the use of Fengyue?Can not eat or drink.

What is the use of dust?Everything in it.

What is the use of change?Taoism is self-contained.

  ——Meiying

Now Leng Meiying's thoughts are all on research, but she still can't let go of the college competition, because Baizhendan is related to her body now.
At this moment, the elimination test of the academy hunting is still going on, through Leng Meiying's subtle observation, she has accurately calculated the final list of ten participating students.

After a non-violent elimination by the Faculty of Liberal Arts, when only the last ten people from the Faculty of Liberal Arts were left to compete, Leng Meiying finally came on stage to perform.

The reason why Leng Meiying chose to come on stage at this time was not only because she wanted to be simple, but also because she needed to spend time researching space rings.

I'm also very interested in this well-known tutor of the good-for-nothing third lady. I heard that she has no cultivation, but recently the news that she scolded the second prince fainted went away, which made many people who don't know her think that she He is a very eloquent person.

So when she stood in front of the instructor and said lightly that she was participating, the teacher was surprised for a long time.

Looking through the list of students, the instructor found that there were only the last few people, so he called out casually: "Mo Xiaotian, where is Mo Xiaotian?"

There was no answer in the crowd for a long time. After a while, a student rushed over and said loudly: "Teacher, Mo Xiaotian was bitten by a snake on the way here, and he is currently being rescued in the medical room!"

"Bite by a snake?" The instructor rolled his eyes, secretly thinking that this student is really unlucky.

After flipping through the list, the instructor yelled again: "Chen Fangyuan!"

"Teacher, Chen Fangyuan was bitten by a dog just now, and he is trying to rescue him..."

Someone yelled from below again, and the instructor looked at the crowd below suspiciously, amazed.

"This pair of brothers and sisters, He Chaoqun."

"Teacher, He Chaoqun was severely injured by ants while he was sleeping, and he is still being rescued!"

The instructor finally widened his eyes, looked at the bland and silent Leng Meiying in front of him in disbelief, and secretly sighed that it was too good that she was too late.

However, the amazing thing is yet to come. The instructor yelled eight or nine times in a row. Either he sprained his foot when he went downstairs, or he was pecked by a snake, a dog, or a bird, and there were so many injuries.

In short, the result is that none of them can participate in the competition.

This time, not only the instructor's glasses were shocked, but also the glasses of the people watching the battle below were shocked.

Isn't this luck too bad?Everyone had an accident?
Finally, the last person did not have any accidents!
This is a young boy from the Faculty of Arts, petite, even weaker than girls.

When he came to the stage, he took a shy look at Leng Meiying's pretty face, and then declared his surrender to the mentor without hesitation!

The students of the Faculty of Arts covered their foreheads one after another. Almost everyone in the school knew that this kid liked Leng Meiying, even though she had no cultivation.


However, the people in the Faculty of Liberal Arts have no strength in themselves. In addition, although Leng Meiying is thin and thin, even according to Bai Feng's description, she is shriveled, but her weak temperament still makes many boys from the Faculty of Liberal Arts fall in love with her.


Many people imagined that if Leng Meiying grew up a bit, her appearance would definitely not be much worse than that of Leng Yuefeng.


If Leng Meiying were plump and her complexion were brighter, plus the beautiful lotus seal on her forehead, she would definitely be magnificent. Even if she couldn't cultivate, she would still be a goddess-level figure in the hearts of the Faculty of Arts.

(End of this chapter)