The Evil Emperor Chasing His Wife: The Heaven-defying Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 93 Abduction 4
"So..." Nan Lingge twitched the corner of his mouth.

"So, in order to let the embroiderer have more time to rest, and to let the tired and half-dead common people who are farming for a living can relax a little bit, and do their best, I would rather wear this shabby clothes than waste money. "The white-haired old man said righteously.

There are several black lines hanging on Nan Lingge's face, it is really impossible to analyze the thinking logic of the dean of this branch, you can save yourself.

The white-haired old man saw that Nan Lingge was silent, his eyes widened, and he said depressedly: "You won't believe it!"

"..." Nan Lingge.

Nan Lingge didn't speak, but the white-haired old man understood that he believed it. He stuffed the brush into Nan Lingge's hand and nodded: "Come, come, sign! Sign!"

Hearing this, the corners of Nan Lingge's mouth twitched again. This writing brush... has only a few hairs on the tip, how...how do you write it?
As if seeing Nan Lingge's embarrassment, the white-haired old man took the brush and said, "Come on, just write like this."

As he spoke, the white-haired old man demonstrated with a hairless brush, took out another piece of paper, dipped some ink on the table, and scratched on the paper.

With a sound of "stab", the paper surface was destroyed in response, and a big hole appeared naked on the paper surface.

"..." Nan Lingge.

"..." The white-haired old man blushed uncomfortably because of his embarrassing complexion, and the white-haired old man laughed dryly: "Hehe...hehe..., unexpected accident."

"..." Nan Lingge.

Surprised your size.

"That..., are you the mentor today?"

"..." The white-haired old man, is this the rhythm of changing the registration form?No, absolutely not, said solemnly: "Well, isn't there four days for registration? One day for each of our four branches, don't you...don't you know?"

Hey, one unlucky day, when I met an unreliable branch dean, Nan Lingge was really not interested in the West Academy where the white-haired old man was.

Seeing that Nan Lingge didn't speak, the white-haired old man became anxious: "Hey, my son, you don't think that the dean is a liar just because he is dressed like this!"

Nan Lingge shook her head, she doesn't think the white-haired old man is a liar now, she just thinks he is unreliable.

"It's fine if you don't, hey, let me tell you, don't look at the dean dressed like this, it's even worse if you wear the west courtyard. The dean tells you that our west college is ranked No. [-] in all grades of Beimo College for five years one."

Nan Lingge looked suspiciously at the white-haired old man: "Really?"

Being stared at by Nan Lingge, the white-haired old man's eyes flickered, but he still said arrogantly: "Of course!"

Nan Lingge took the application form and wrote it down with a wave of his hand. The word Lingge was already on the paper, and the pen was like a snake, and it came naturally.

Nan Lingge cast a glance at the white-haired old man: "Okay."

In fact, it doesn't matter which branch you go to, everything depends on yourself, and your own strength is the last word.

The white-haired old man was stunned for a while, so he signed it?Immediately nodded: "Okay, um..., three days later there will be an opening training, and only after the training is completed will you be considered a real Beimo College student. You can come back in three days!"

The white-haired old man paused, and took out a red medal from his pocket, with the word "Xi" engraved on it.

"By the way, this is for you."

Nan Lingge took it, put it in his hand and looked it over, pretending to be surprised: "Huh? No red rust?"

The white-haired old man blurted out: "How can there be red rust, the dean wipes it every night!"

(End of this chapter)