"Nan Shuai."
The teacher in charge of the college assessment took the rare opportunity to glance at Nan Shuai and double-checked that it was a name: "Your name is Nan Shuai?"
The boy looked about seven years old, with obvious baby fat on his face, short silver hair, and a pair of delicate purple eyes.
More beautiful than girls.
It means that parents are perfunctory in naming.
"right."
"Support attribute, seven years old this year, what's the level?"
"Level...0." Nan Shuai whispered.
“…”
The assessing teacher symbolically pushed his glasses up and said in a standard tone: "Sorry, you don't meet the requirements for our college's admissions assessment."
"How do you know I don't meet the requirements if you haven't even taken the test?"
"Level 0 is not eligible. The academy has a rule since ancient times that one must reach level 10 by the age of seven to be eligible to enter the academy."
A word from the assessment teacher.
This caused many people taking the test to whisper and talk among themselves.
"What? You dare to come for the assessment at level 0?"
"It's still the auxiliary attribute. Now the auxiliary attribute's self-protection has become a problem."
"Our academy has a long history of millions of years. We have all kinds of talents. How could we possibly recruit someone at level 0?"
Nan Shuai doesn't understand.
We are only seven or eight years old, so why is there so much hostility between us?
"No noise allowed outside the academy!" the examiner said calmly.
Then, in order to verify whether Nan Shuai was level 0, he waved his hand and a white transparent staff floated in the air.
"Put your hands on it."
Nan Shuai did as he was told, stretched out his little hand and placed it on it, but it was the answer of the wand.
He is a genuine level 0.
The facts were before his eyes. The examiner shook his head and said, "Son, you are indeed not suitable for our academy. Don't be discouraged."
"Go back and train hard. Try to reach level 15 before you turn ten. You'll still have a chance to join the sect. Okay, next."
He said these were just words of comfort.
If he hasn't reached level 10 at the age of seven, it's impossible for him to reach level 10 at the age of ten. I'm just afraid that he will make a fuss because there are too many such things.
"Teacher, I want to go through the back door."
After these words were spoken, the scene became quiet for a moment, followed by continuous laughter.
Those who come to take the assessment are basically at level 10. With such strength, their family background is naturally not bad. They are all young masters from various places.
Little princess.
None of them said they wanted to take the back door, but that little loser said so in public?
Besides, Mingsheng College is the most prestigious college in the entire continent. It resists this kind of trend and how could it tolerate anyone taking the back door?
The examiner looked embarrassed: "The academy doesn't allow you to leave..."
"Teacher, you might want to take a look at the letter first." Nan Shuai took out the envelope and introduced himself directly: "I am from the Ming Shengzong."
"It was the Sect Master who allowed me to go through the back door."
Those guys who had laughed at me just now could no longer laugh.
The academy was named after Emperor Shengzong of the Ming Dynasty.
The examiner took the letter but did not rush to open it. This matter was of great importance and he had to report it to his superiors.
"Kid, you first... No, why don't you go to the academy first?"
"oh."
After the examiner left, Nan Shuai entered the academy in front of them.
No one stopped me.
As soon as you enter the academy, the first thing that catches your eye is a huge statue standing in the center. The statue is of a man with a handsome face.
The most eye-catching thing is the eight wings behind him.
Nan Shuai curled his lips: "The old guy has twelve wings."
Said.
He was not paying attention and seemed to step on something.
"How dare you step on my things? Are you tired of living?" There was a gasp above my head, and a male voice.
Nan Shuai looked up.
It was a boy of about ten years old with a hairstyle like the Golden Lion King. He looked at the thing being stepped on with a gloomy expression.
Suddenly, he pushed Nan Shuai to the ground.
"Ah." Nan Shuai fell to the ground without any preparation, and her hand was slightly scratched. Tears welled up in her eyes.
The boy picked up the safety lock on the ground.
In addition to being stepped on and dirty, there are also signs of sinking. In this case, it would probably be difficult to restore it to its original appearance.
Then, the young man glared at him with a red face: "You white-haired guy, can't you watch where you are walking? Don't you have eyes to step on it?"
"Who are you calling Baimao?" Nan Shuai felt it was unfair for stepping on his things and was about to apologize or see if he could repair it.
But he had white hair right from the start.
The heart that made him apologize was lost: "You are still the Golden Lion King!"
"You idiot, say that again?" The young man threw the safety lock aside and said viciously, "Believe it or not, I'll beat you so hard you can't take care of yourself!"
Poor Ping An Lock suffered a second trauma.
Became the victim of a fight between the two.
"It's still unclear who will beat whom."
The next second, Nan Shuai took the initiative and went up to pull his hair: "You called me white-haired, I will make you go from the Golden Lion King to a hairless one!"
"You damn white-haired bastard, are you a woman? Pulling someone's hair in a fight?"
"I'll pull your nose.
"I'll pull your feet."
“…”
The scene was chaotic for a while, with two children fighting and pulling each other.
There is really no place to pull.
Nan Shuai, who knew the 68-step defense against perverts, raised his hand and threw the boy to the ground with a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw, then sat down on his butt.
She patted her slightly numb hand and said, "Are you still going to call me Baimao?"
"You damn white-haired guy, get up here!" Lin Yan was furious. Although he was in this situation now, he still refused to accept it.
"You're still screaming?" Nan Shuai was furious.
"I'm calling you, you dead white-haired bastard, you don't look like a man at all. If you have the guts, stop pulling my hair and let's slap you in the face with our strength!"
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