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Girls' school uniforms are similar to boys' uniforms, with black as the bottom blood line embellishment.

A black safari skirt, tight combat pants, and slightly high-heeled combat boots perfectly complement her figure.

Lin Xiling has a slender figure, with a graceful waist, slender and straight thighs, slender and elegant ankles, and exquisite combat boots.

For her who is already eccentric, she adds a touch of heroism and sassyness.

"Don't be poor, you're in big trouble this time."

Lin Xiling dragged Jiang Mingyang forward quickly, and said solemnly, "Three people of the same age are here."

"Three people?"

Jiang Mingyang paused slightly, and looked at Lin Xiling with fixed eyebrows.

If there is only one person, he still has the confidence to fight, but if there are three people, he is definitely finished.

"It was originally the third master of the Jiang family who brought Jiang Haoding and a group of servants with him.

But Jiang Haoding is a freshman from the Imperial Capital Wuda, and he also represents the face of the Imperial Capital Wuda. All the Imperial Capital Wuda sent two freshmen.

They said they were discussing and asking for advice, but they were actually here to slap their faces.

The Wuhan University freshman competition will be held in Dongsheng College in half a year. Their trip is both a demonstration and a suppression. "

Lin Xiling quickly explained, and Jiang Mingyang said in astonishment, "Why? Isn't there no match yet?"

"In the last freshman competition, Imperial Capital Wuhan University ranked first.

It stands to reason that this year's freshman competition should be held in Wuda, the imperial capital.

But I don't know why the top management went crazy. They had already made a good decision, but suddenly changed the venue to Dongsheng College.

What would you do if you were the management of the Imperial Capital Wuhan University? "

Lin Xiling rolled his eyes and explained, Jiang Mingyang said with a sad face: "Sneering, sarcasm, face-to-face, crushing with strength!"

Ten thousand mythical beasts galloped in Jiang Mingyang's heart, "My lord, what the hell is wrong with me, so I ran into it."

At this juncture, a duel with Jiang Haoding is not only a matter of personal victory or defeat, but also a matter of the academy's face.

"Master, no wonder Zhan Manniu, Li Bitch, and Wei Yindan spared no effort to teach me, their feelings are using me as a weapon.

Do you have specific information?I have a bottom line in my heart. "

Jiang Mingyang complained dejectedly, now that he has no way out, he can only bite the bullet.

"Information will tell you, hurry up, if you are late, Zhan Barbarian Bull will beat you to death."

When the two rushed to the martial arts arena, the open space under the arena was already full of people, all of whom were freshmen and sophomores.

The team is horizontal and vertical, no matter from which angle you look at it, people will be in a straight line.

In the stands around the arena, there were junior and senior freshmen, mentors, and all kinds of luxuriously dressed people, looking at the freshmen with admiration and smiles.

There are a few tables on the ring, and the table is covered with a red tablecloth, which is a temporary rostrum.

The big shots haven't appeared yet, but all the freshman tutors have arrived.

They stood on both sides of the ring, Zhan Hong's back was straight, Wei Dexian had a loyal smile on his face, Li Yichen was floating like a banished fairy, and Qin Muxue was as cold as a plum blossom.

There are also several logistics instructors who are also standing on the martial arts arena, among them is Jiang Mingyang's favorite Tu Meimei.

They all swept Jiang Mingyang back and forth with earnest and encouraging eyes.

Jiang Mingyang wanted to die, so he pretended not to see it, standing upright like a soldier.

The sky is high and the clouds are thin, the sun is shining, and the wind is blowing the willows.

dong... dong... dong...

Inside Tranquility Academy, bells suddenly rang.

The bell sounded like the sound of the avenue, and also like the surge of the time corridor, as if it contained the baptism of the holy sound, making people suddenly enlightened and sinking.

As the bell echoed, the flock of birds lifted off and circled, and the clouds flowed in the sky.

At this moment, Wei Dexian stepped forward slowly, and said loudly accompanied by the melodious bell.

"Morning bells and evening drums, use fighting to cultivate your mind, use fighting to cultivate your character, use fighting to survive.

Martial arts practitioners of my generation only hear the morning bell, not the evening drum, only strive for the day and night, not the end of the year.

Fight for a lifetime, fight for a lifetime, don't care about honor or disgrace, don't ask for right or wrong, just for a clear conscience! "

The melodious sound of the bell, the soul-stirring chanting, and the blending of the two voices seemed like some kind of magical power.

The blood echoed with the sound of the bell, and a surge of pride reverberated in his chest, wanting to break through all obstacles and go straight to the sky.

Armed with the sword and the end of the world, relying on his blood, he threw his head, sprinkled his blood, wiped out the enemy, guarded one side, and kept the people safe.

The bell rang melodiously, and the old headmaster, leading a group of management staff, walked slowly to the rostrum and sat down.

The old principal is a kind old man in a white shirt with white beard and hair.

The two vice principals, Chang Gaoyang is short and fat, and Tan Hongxuan is tall and thin, but each has its own bearing and majesty.

Except for the old principal, whether it is the vice-principal or the tutor, they are all in Qing Yishui's school uniform.

The old principal Duan Wu is in the middle, and the vice principals Chang Gaoyang and Tan Hongxuan are on both sides of the old principal.

Zhan Hong and other freshman tutors were separated from the two vice principals.

As the saying goes, one day is a teacher and a lifetime is a father.

No matter how high their status and cultivation level are, they must stand on any formal occasions as long as the old headmaster is present.

This is respect from the bottom of their hearts, and it is also their inner persistence.

Relying on his own strength, the old principal has been sticking to Dongsheng College for decades.

It took a lot of hard work to push the little-known Wuhan University to the third place in the country.

Zhan Hong, Li Yichen and his like are the mainstay of any force, but they chose to stay in school.

One is to repay the favor, and the other is to help the old principal realize his dream and make Dongsheng Academy the number one in the country!

"There are only three seats on the rostrum, what does the old principal want to do?"

In the crowd, Jiang Mingyang asked in a low voice.

Knowing that the Jiang family is coming to find fault, they don't even reserve a seat for them, which is too arrogant.

Lin Xiling asked nonsensically: "Our current class of tutors are all lawless, whose students do you think they are?"

"what?"

Jiang Mingyang was a little dazed, Lin Xiling rolled his eyes and said in disgust: "Overbearing, protecting one's weaknesses, and being arrogant, these are all inherited by Master.

Take a good look, there will definitely be a good show today. "

"Look at your uncle, today I will watch Lao Tzu's play."

Jiang Mingyang complained angrily, but Lin Xiling ignored him, acting as if he was listening to teachings.

"Oh, this is trying to force me to die."

Jiang Mingyang only felt bitterness in his mouth, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

Whether it's the Jiang family or the imperial capital Wuhan University, if they want to attend the ceremony on the opening day, they will definitely send a letter in advance.

The old principal was too domineering, knowing that they were coming, he didn't even prepare seats for them.

Not only is it a blatant slap in the face, but it also wants to use the Jiang family and the imperial capital Wuhan University to create pressure on all the students.

If this is the case, then Jiang Mingyang will be under a lot of pressure.

If he loses, he will be the eternal sinner of Dongsheng College.

The sound of the bell faded, the old headmaster looked around and said lovingly: "Seize the day and night, and have a clear conscience, this is our school's way of cultivating the mind."

"With a clear conscience? It's really high-sounding."

As soon as the old principal spoke, he was interrupted by a thick voice.

The sound was like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears, almost shaking all the students in a trance.

Even among the guests who came to watch the ceremony, there were many who were not well-cultivated and were dizzy from the shock of that voice.

Everyone was horrified, and dared to make such a blatant mess on the opening day of Dongsheng College, the identity of the visitor was by no means ordinary.

With the rumble of thunder, the five figures walked in the void, stepped forward above the heads of the crowd, and landed steadily on the ring.