Take the call slowly.
"I did fight, but we in the Xuan Sect don't talk about fighting, we only talk about sparring."
As he spoke, he looked at Tu Xingzhu with a smile.
"Student Tu Xingzhu, you should be more careful with your words. Otherwise, when you go abroad again, if you use inappropriate words, foreign friends will think that our students are not very good at their studies."
Tu Xingzhu, who was just rescued from northern Myanmar by the division commander two months ago:
It is said that one should not expose someone's shortcomings when exposing him, so why is the dean not observing the moral code of conduct?
The dean looked at the students on Tu Xingzhu's left and right and said, "I am not 150 years old this year, but 149 years old. It should be written in the school book."
Swish, swish, swish, the students nearby immediately sat back down.
The dean finally looked at Jiang Xuxu who was in front of Tu Xingzhu.
She had been acting very serious and didn't look like she was listening to gossip at all.
He stared at her for a long while, and suddenly his eyes fell on the little golden paper figure that secretly poked its head out from behind her shoulder and looked at him.
The dean narrowed her eyes slightly, and suddenly understood how she had requested the rainstorm that had attracted the power of the Dragon God during the battle with Xie Yunli.
Jiang Xuxu could feel the dean's gaze on him for a long time. Although he sat upright and calmly, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous inside.
After a long while, just when she thought the dean would not say anything else, she suddenly heard him speak with a meaningful tone.
"...You're a pretty good little paper figure."
Jiang Xuxu: ???
So, she should say thank you?
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