This was the first time Tang Wan had ever seen such an academy in person.

In the past, when I saw schools like these, I only glimpsed a corner of them in books.

Now that I see it with my own eyes, I don't think it's as beautiful as Lingyun Academy.

Superficial words cannot describe the difference between them. If one had to put it clearly, it would be that Lingyun Academy bears more traces of time.

The school looks very new.

The new in every sense is like a "nouveau riche" without any foundation, or like a sea pirate or the British Empire.

In short, Tang Wan even saw some incongruous artifacts belonging to an Eastern country in this school.

Tang Wan stopped in her tracks, looking at the treasures crammed together in the same display window, and the smile on her face vanished.

The classmate who was leading the way to Tangwan was enthusiastically introducing the things in front of her in the local language.

For the first time, Tang Wan felt that human voices could be so noisy.

Tang Wan didn't care so much. Anyway, you're a big kid. Chris isn't even eighteen yet, so he needs to think less before he acts.

Tang Wan walked over to the teachers and saw that we were also trying to stop this student who was spouting nonsense. She knew that the teachers wanted to give her and Chris a hard time.

It was a Spanish phrase with a childlike quality. Tang Wan subconsciously turned her head and saw this big girl who looked like a young wolf.

Moreover, the insults directed at Tang Wan escalated slightly as Fur's attitude changed.

You clearly remember that Frank and Fan Qianyong were bad friends, so how come we're exchanging ideas now?

Before Tang Wan could see, the students who had come with Fu Er stopped in their tracks, staring at Fu Er with wide eyes, some in disbelief.

His expression changed instantly after so many years. Just as he was about to say something, he noticed that Tang Wan's tablet was writing something.

It's a bit of a shame that something so ugly was placed there to be desecrated by someone who truly understands it.

So he understands its value, and you all understand it too.

When Fan Qianyong saw what Tang Wan had written, she lowered her eyelids slightly, looking very pitiful, even somewhat lost and dejected.

The adults present knew that Fell was a ruthless and cruel person.

Tang Wan thought of Fan Qianyong, who had been sending her messages yesterday, pondered for a while, and then wrote it down.

She looks so well-behaved, she must have been violated by some unclean thing, right?

As you write that, Tang Wan tilts her head like a big cat, and the hat under her head sways with your movements, like the most beautiful flower in spring.

Tang Wan felt nothing was strange.

Chris spoke slowly, his brows furrowed slightly, which was clearly not slow at all.

Before I reached the age where I could control my emotions, I could pull the trigger with a straight face and shoot traitors with a straight expression.

Just then, a slightly unfamiliar voice came from in front of Tang Wan, interrupting the deep thoughts of everyone present.

[The bad has been seen for a long time, Xiao Heqing]

How shameless!

As long as that Eastern boy named "Tang Wan" is around, Fur's name can only be "Xiao Heqing".

Frank broke the promise he made to you yesterday.

The teachers watched Tang Wan and Fu Er interact, exchanged glances, and had no more guesses about Tang Wan's identity.

Xiao Heqing, who was standing to the side, seemed to understand Tang Wan's confusion and took the initiative to walk over to Tang Wan and help her translate.

Although we know why that "great demon" suddenly pretended to be well-behaved, it prevents us from seeing the warning in Fore's eyes.

Tang Wan slightly lowered her eyelids, raised the tablet in her hand, and wrote in Mandarin below.

After a long while, she finally spoke in a childish voice, "Maybe, during that time, I was angry with you."

After all, with only a few hundred years of history, how could they possibly understand the profound weight of history?

No, but I want to explore the campus first.

That statement might not have been too heavy a blow to him.

Compared to later years, Fan Qianyong now looks much younger than she did in her youth.

"They bought this artifact at a high price and put it in the school as their prized possession."

However, Fol turned around, the smile on his lips still lingering, but his blue eyes carried an unprecedented pressure that silenced the students present.

The translator dared not translate literally; he could only turn his head to the side and pretend he hadn't seen anything.

His shaggy white hair, with bits of it partially obscuring his azure eyes, gave him a wild and untamed look.

Everyone wants to become the previous "Oriental doll".

Tang Wan nodded to Fan Qianyong, then raised the tablet in her hand, which read:

It was the translator next to me who said, "Master, you're calling him a weak thief."

Is that still the Great Overlord Full?

"Ah, I heard this is from your country? But it's a pity, people from the East are not allowed in our auction houses."

I approached Tang Wan with an air of familiarity, but remained at a dangerous distance. Looking into Tang Wan's dark eyes, I smiled innocently and spoke in broken Mandarin.

Outside of the world of friendships in Tangwan, there have been instances of bad friends breaking up, so you understand the current situation all too well.

"Although I don't know what's so great about these things that they're worth speculating on, just having them here makes the academy seem much more powerful."

"You said he understood the value of those things."

"To say he's shallow."

Her Spanish wasn't very good, so she could only watch her foreign classmate gesturing wildly and try to guess what he meant.

Just as Tang Wan understands Fan Qian, I also understand those square and formal languages.

Only people with no manners would steal other people's things.

"Hahaha, who told their country to have someone who offered money when bidding? They really have no manners!"

Having seen so few words in years, he tugged at the sleeve of the translator beside him in frustration and asked in Spanish, "What are you writing?"

"Bad, bad is inevitable."

Tang Wan was only eight years old when she wrote those words. The young master would only think you were straightforward.

Perhaps it would be a mistake to call me a big girl now.

The teachers looked somewhat restrained, and even the student who had been enthusiastically introducing the topic turned her head to look at the words on Tang Wan's tablet, tilting her head with some doubt.

Fell nodded to Tang Wan, his voice even carrying a hint of sweetness, as if he were saying, "Tang, does he... does he want to... meet Frank?"

Being a big kid isn't a natural protective shield.

Did Frank talk to him about it?

Even if they saw that Fell was normal, they could still speak out.

Gentle yet strong and bright.

Oh, so this is called being civilized? This should be called being a thief.

And that kind of devil actually pretended to be pitiful in front of that great friend from the East!

Even the baby fat under his face quietly disappeared during those days, and he became less angular, like a wolf king about to come of age.