On the other side, Ji Bochang had already completed the registration and walked over.
There's no way around it; an average-looking senior brother can't possibly be more popular than the sweet-looking Bai Xihe.
"You're alright? Didn't that senior sister recognize you?" Ji Bochang was somewhat surprised and disappointed.
If Junlin is alright, doesn't that mean he suffered a huge loss?
Junlin shook his head. "I don't know. She didn't make things difficult for me. She even stared at me for a while. Maybe she was captivated by my good looks?"
Bai Xihe, who was in charge of registration, twitched at the corner of his mouth when he heard Jun Lin's words, and unconsciously tightened his grip a little.
"Hiss~" The boy, whose wrist was being gripped by Bai Xihe, gasped in pain.
Bai Xihe then realized what was happening. "Sorry, I was lost in thought."
"It's alright, it's alright."
The boy was flattered and overwhelmed, no longer caring about his wrist. His mind was filled with Bai Xihe's apologetic smile and gentle voice.
In an instant, he even figured out the location of his son's grave.
"Now, it's time for fantasy!"
"Hmm? What makes you say that, Brother Jun?"
"Alas, it's just that I feel sorry for yet another naive goblin who has been bewitched."
"..."
What exactly is a goblin?
Ji Bo was often puzzled.
This brother of mine, whom I've only known for a short time, is great in every way, except that he often uses words that leave me completely confused.
...
Although only Bai Xihe and an unremarkable senior brother from the Wuyang Sect were responsible for registering the information, the process was still very fast.
Not long after.
This allowed them to select all young men and women who met the age criteria.
Junlin and Ji Bochang were speechless as they looked at the burly "young man" who was over three meters tall among them.
Sixteen?
Out of curiosity, Junlin went over, patted the boy's thigh, and asked, "Brother, how old are you this year?"
Although the boy was robust, he seemed to be of a simple and honest nature. When he heard Junlin's question, he chuckled and said, "I am eight years old."
"You're eight years old?!" Ji Bochang couldn't help but exclaim from the side.
The boy nodded and said, "Yes, um... I know you. You're the one who was trying to cut in line just now."
Ji Bochang's lips twitched involuntarily.
He naturally recognized the other person, but he originally thought that the other person was the person in charge of managing the order at the scene.
But it turned out to be an eight-year-old kid?
No, this is eight years old!
"Cutting in line is wrong," the burly young man said.
"Uh...yes, yes, yes." Ji Bochang nodded repeatedly, wiping away non-existent sweat from his forehead.
He felt that the other party could easily crush him with a single slap.
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