The puppets' stage play

Qi Xiu turned to look at Bo De, his eyes gradually dimmed, and his black eyes looked directly at him.

"What you mean is that your places have been exchanged long ago, and these students of yours will also be deprived of their qualifications in the future."

Winning an awkward smile, he didn't dare to hide it from the other party. After all, the other party was more important than him. If the other party was unhappy, even if he was told to die, he would definitely follow it.

But he didn't want to die for nothing.

"The quota I have left doesn't actually exist. It's just that I used those businessmen to create a balance of power with the college, and in exchange for my position, I will not be exempted for the time being. When this test is over, I will be abandoned.

On the surface, my students still have quotas, but in fact, the college does not want those scholars to cause trouble beforehand. The so-called exemption qualification is only symbolic, and they will be eliminated in the second round, no matter how good they are in the exam... ..”

Bo De looked at Qi Xiu, who was unmoved and motioned him to continue.

He took a deep breath.

"However, the issuance of internal documents requires a time limit. I can make a time difference and take back the following quotas first. Some of them will be traded with some big businessmen in exchange for more time, and the other part will choose trump cards to avoid this situation."

Bo De looked at Qi Xiu with ecstatic eyes.

"You are the kind of person who is extremely talented and comes from a poor family."

"You mean that people from poor families are more valued by the other party?" Qi Xiu grasped the key point in the other party's words and pointed it out directly.

"Yes, although I am a Westerner who is not taken seriously, I am a tutor after all, so I know that Qingjing College is different from other schools in that it values ​​the children of poor families. As long as you show your amazing talent, no one will target me.

Here, results are the most important thing, oh, of course that Zhao Zhengming outside probably can't do it.

Zhang Yiyuan has always been guilty of evil deeds, flirting with women, feasting and feasting, and also likes to beat people. Zhang Yiyuan has criticized him in the past, and he has long been dissatisfied. Such a person without relatives and virtues must be dismissed! "Bode asserted.

Qi Xiu laughed, looked down at the other party, and said pointedly: "How could you know the selection criteria?"

Naturally, he learned the exact information from the congressmen, and he understood even more clearly that only the top tutors, doctors, and major congressmen in the city knew the true selection criteria, but the other party should not know.

Bo De stood up boldly, looking a little proud.

"Sir, don't underestimate me. Even if the specific standards are not announced, you can guess something by looking at the students recruited over the years. I am not bragging. I think my judgment is also first-rate.

The standard should be people with good conduct and no bad habits. Even if someone uses the power of a scholar to get in, they will be kicked out in the second year, and the corresponding scholar will also have his salary lowered in private. This kind of thing is an unspeakable rule.

Of course, even if someone sees it, they won't say it. Firstly, the superiors don't allow it, and secondly, why should I say it? I won't tell others anyway." Wong naturally recognized it, and then looked at Qi Xiu with a flattering look on his face.

"Except you, my lord."

Qi Xiu also understood that the other party could not provide much help at the moment.

He stood up freely, not paying attention to the splendid throne behind him. He looked relaxed, waved his hand to Bode, and walked outside.

Bo De was anxious and quickly leaned over and said loudly.

"Congratulations, sir!"

"Congratulations, sir!!!"

The maids looked at Qi Xiu's back with fanatical eyes and respectful voices. They didn't care about Bao's presence. The first three maids' eyes were filled with love and their faces were rosy. Bao was not angry either. They saluted him cheerfully. Still satisfied.

Qi Xiu opened the door and walked down the aisle, still thinking in his heart.

The mind copying technique is still too cumbersome. Resetting a person's spirit requires many layers of settings. It is better to combine it with one's own self-resetting technique. Well, let's make some changes and adjustments.

As for Bo De and others, he shook his head. This kind of fanaticism has its limits. The copy itself will be corrected by the human body itself. Although the result will not change, it will not be as respectful as it is today. At most, it will be subconsciously afraid not to provoke the practitioner.

In conclusion, with his current ability, he is still unable to create qualified spells, and is not even as good as Xi Shou and Xia Ying's innate abilities.

Qi Xiu was also a little speechless. Fortunately, he wanted to use his own methods to concoct a 'rebirth' scene to test the world. It seems that more popular spiritual techniques are still needed, and so should the slaves outside the city. Take it out and run around.

His thoughts were changing and he kept moving forward.

Soon, when he saw Song Sheng waiting anxiously, Zhao Zhengming was calm on his face, but extremely angry in his heart.

Why has Du De been so miserable for so long? He also felt a little resentful about winning.

Qi Xiu glanced at the other party indifferently and looked at Song Sheng, "Bo De said that he agreed not to take back the quota and would wait to see my results."

Song Sheng was immediately ecstatic, and rushed up to hold Qi Xiu's hand. His hands kept shaking, and his lips kept opening and closing, but he couldn't speak. He had a look of relief on his face, and Qi Xiu looked away unaccustomedly.

He did not tell the truth. Song Sheng's quota will surely expire soon, but he is confident that he will pass the first round of screening. Even if there is an eventuality, he can know in advance and in turn change the goals of the screeners. As for Zhao Zhengming's Life or death, he didn't care.

The blue-haired maid walked slowly to the living room with a cold face, announcing that Baode had made arrangements for the next step, and issued an order to expel the guests.

Zhao Zhengming's expression was gloomy, but he did not dare to get angry. He turned around and strode away.

Song Sheng pulled Qi Xiu and turned around to look deeply at the layout of the house. There were memories of him here and there. He turned his head forcibly and walked out of the house.

Qi Xiu looked back. The blue-haired maid looked delighted. She blinked her right eye and waved her fist, saying goodbye and cheering for him.

He turned back wordlessly, his face expressionless, and the maid suddenly looked frustrated.

Baide District is different from the prosperity of Fuguang District. It has a quiet environment and a very large area, so it is sparsely populated.

According to Bode, the people who live here are PhDs in the cultural field and masters in the field of science and technology. This is just a temporary residence for them. They often establish bases all over the world to conduct research or investigate history.

Zhao Zhengming looked very familiar with this place, and he looked around.

Not long after Song Sheng and Qi Xiu came out, he didn't pay attention. He walked directly in one direction and saw him disappearing. Song Sheng's face looked a little ugly.

In the living room before, he had communicated with the other party a lot. Thinking that the other party was being left alone, he must be dissatisfied, so he kindly comforted the other party.

As a result, the other party had no respect and ignored him. Now he ignored them and left alone.

He was so disrespectful of his teachers and was so arrogant. Song Sheng cursed in his heart.

Qi Xiu hurriedly supported Song Sheng, and the two walked together. He lowered his head to hide the blue light in his eyes. He had specially worn a long, loose coat today, and the cuff of his left hand was inadvertently thrown back.

A gray shadow was thrown into the shadowed corner of the wall.

He raised his head intently, his body suddenly became a little blurry, and he turned his black eyes to look at Song Sheng with concern, but in fact his behavior was a bit dull and he just followed his daily behavior to control it, but this also moved the other party deeply.

In the corner of the wall, the gray shadow remained motionless. Suddenly, his eyes opened, and he used the body control technique to control the 'body' to stand up. The sun shone on the earth. It looked at the light not far away, and the light illuminated its body.

It has a bald head with carved brown eyeballs, a cylindrical body, and two-stage circular joints for its limbs. It can be seen that it is just a crudely made handmade doll.

Beside the wall, an eye looked this way.

The puppet immediately mechanically looked at the wall. Its smart eyes first looked in the direction where Qi Xiu left, and then looked at the puppet. Longing and admiration suddenly appeared in its eyes. A black tentacle stretched out from the wall and entangled itself on the puppet's head.

The puppet walked out of the shadows. This section of the courtyard wall was part of the residence of Bo De, and it was not uninhabited. However, the puppet didn't care. Its figure became more and more blurred. In two or three steps, it disappeared into the air without a trace.

Miles away.

A young man walked out of the alley. He had an ordinary appearance and an expressionless face. He was wearing sportswear and his body outline was a little distorted. He glanced at the Bode residence, withdrew his gaze, and trotted away from here.

During the process, the man's figure gradually solidified, his expression became more and more lively, and a blue light flashed in his eyes.

"Without detection devices all over the sky, and without satellites monitoring the world, why is the technological development of this world so strange? It makes me feel like I'm wasting my efforts." There was a strange muttering in the air.

The man's retreating figure gradually disappeared.