Also known as: It's the Apocalypse, and Being a God of Mahjong Isn't Too Much to Ask, Is It?
The shadow of the apocalypse shrouds the land of Shenzhou, with crimson auroras, symbols o...
After all, two thousand credits cannot be given up just like that.
Once Jiang Che is really brought into their class, each person will be guaranteed a reward of one million.
Faced with such temptation, only a few people can remain calm.
Don't even mention a million dollars.
Even if it's 100,000, if you ask some people to poop in public, they can do it in front of you.
This is the charm of money.
They always say that money is not everything, but in reality, it is pretty much the same.
Jiang Che scratched the back of his head in pain.
The magic book doesn't teach me how to deal with this situation.
He originally wanted to see a joke.
But things developed to such a crazy level that even he himself was numb.
It is.
Mass carnival.
It's an eyesore.
He raised the microphone to his lips several times, but put it down again because he was speechless.
Red Flag Magic School.
It really makes people love and hate it...
Jiang Che sighed.
It seems like there are very few normal people here. The patients at the Donglian Mental Rehabilitation Center are probably not as crazy as them...
He raised the microphone to try to stop the farce.
No matter how they made a fuss, Jiang Che would never be able to join another class.
There are huge benefits to having one person form a class.
He himself is short of money, so naturally it is impossible for him to give money to others.
However, just as he was about to speak, the instructor manually pressed the button on his microphone, preventing him from speaking.
Jiang Che: ???
He doesn't want to see it, but the instructor wants to see it!
The look he gave the instructor was extremely confused and complicated.
Instructor, please be more careful!
"Ahem." The instructor cleared his throat and, in order to watch the show, forced himself to explain to Jiang Che, "The best is yet to come, don't interrupt..."
Jiang Che's head ached. "Instructor, some people even say you're my dog. How can you tolerate that?"
Jiang Che swore that he said this in the hope that the instructor would quickly stop this farce.
He wanted to go to the waiting area to rest and get enough energy so that he could draw a larger map.
However, he never expected that this instructor...
As expected of someone who studies magic...
He actually hesitated...