Jiang Che unconsciously took a half step back and felt a chill down his spine.

For the first time, I seriously considered whether it was right or wrong to come to the Red Flag Magic School to study.

Faced with such a question, how could the instructor hesitate!!!

He is so stupid.

real.

How could he forget that the instructor was also a graduate of the Red Flag School of Magic!

As crazy as the students in the audience are, weren’t the instructors back then just as crazy?

Learning magic is the way to go crazy.

Jiang Che couldn't help swallowing and looked at the instructor warily.

However, the chief instructor was unaware of this and after careful consideration, he actually gave an answer.

His tone was teasing, making it hard to tell whether he was joking or had it all figured out.

"If you join the Mocking Wind Mercenary Group, it's not impossible..."

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

"Sorry, instructor, I still advocate freedom."

"Oh... freedom..."

Jiang Che's eyes twitched, and he wanted to lift up the guy's head to see what was going on in his mind.

Why can such a person be an instructor!

Be normal, fucking normal!

I am a freshman, can you set an example for the freshmen?

Jiang Che took a deep breath and managed to lower his rising blood pressure.

His face flushed and he gritted his teeth.

This magic school is definitely poisonous!

Perhaps he could see that Jiang Che was unhappy.

Students from other classes felt that their opportunity had come!

Being in a different department doesn’t mean you can’t transfer classes.

As long as you break through the Gambler King level and awaken magic of other departments, you can transfer to classes in other departments.

This depends on the students' personal wishes.

Now, students from other departments have seen that Jiang Che doesn't like students from the Yinxue department, and are preparing to wield their hoes to dig Jiang Che away.

A gifted student like Jiang Che could probably break through to the gambling king level in his first academic year.

At that time, digging him up would be almost like digging up the God of Wealth.

You know, there are competitions in magic schools too.

By representing the class in the competition, classmates can still benefit.

For the evil students, this little bit of profit may not be worth considering.

But for ordinary students, this benefit is more than just one point.

The old principal had warned the freshmen from the Yin blood department from the very beginning, but unfortunately, they were too short-sighted.

They don't know how to cherish him, but students from other departments treat him as a delicacy and want to worship Jiang Che as their ancestor.

The instructor is also a smart guy, and he exemplifies what it means to "enjoy the fun while making trouble."

As soon as he saw that there was more fun to come, he immediately sent out a few more microphones.

These microphones were taken out of the cardboard boxes as if they were free and sent to the freshman audience areas of each department.

Jiang Che was completely numb from watching this, his mouth opened wide unconsciously, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Instructor, you still want to cause trouble!

Sure enough, the next second, students from other departments also came out to join in the fun.

"Hello, Jiang. I'm Liu Xiaoqian from Class 11 of the Bihun Department. We cordially invite you to join our class."

"The Green Soul magic, once cultivated to the Gambler King level, is both offensive and defensive, and is particularly suitable for pairing with the Yin Blood system..."

Before she finished speaking, students from other departments immediately interrupted and refuted her.

"Bullshit! The second branch of the Yin Blood System should be the Dead Wood Branch. Using blood to nourish wood, it becomes blood wood. The two branches become one, and the combat power is unparalleled!"

"Student Jiang, you can consider the Deadwood Department as your second department. Our Deadwood Department Class 2 welcomes you anytime!"

"Oh? So, if you say so, the Yin Blood System can be combined with the Yin Water System to form a sea of ​​blood, wouldn't that make it even stronger?"

"Why are all the magic systems from the dark plane? Consider the spiritual system from the light plane. This is mind magic!"

“…”

Jiang Che rubbed his temples and checked the time.

Today's military training is about to begin.

In his original impression, the instructor should keep an eye on the time and require students to be on time.

As a result, it was Tiangang who was the one.

Jiang Che snatched the microphone from the instructor and said loudly, "Dear students, thank you for your kindness. However, I have made up my mind. I have decided to form a class with only one person."

After saying that, he put down the microphone and walked straight to the waiting area regardless of the screams and howls from the audience.

Especially the audience section of the Yin bloodline cried the loudest.

They tore up a million-dollar lottery ticket with their own hands, and their souls trembled with pain.

The students in the waiting area who had not yet been eliminated looked at Jiang Che as if he were a god.

Only this guy, who is five days late, can still cause trouble every day...

Soon, the time is up.

A pure white light flashed, and Jiang Che was teleported to the reconnaissance area.

At the same time, his live broadcast screen went black.

The audience felt a little lost unconsciously.

The chief instructor returned to his seat, supporting his chin with his right hand, wondering what he was thinking about.

Maybe, he was thinking about how to kidnap people...

No matter which force it is, talent is always the scarcest.

Especially someone like Jiang Che who can easily break records, most forces are eager to recruit him.

It's so hard to finally have such a genius appear under our eyes, and it feels awkward to let him go just like that.

He was still thinking about something when he suddenly felt something and looked up.

Xu Yihan's figure loomed: "He is my team member, don't think about him."

"He doesn't seem to have agreed yet."

"He will agree."

"That's not necessarily true."

The smell of gunpowder gradually spread.

There were many people watching at the scene.

If they hadn't taken this into consideration, they would probably have fought on the spot.

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