Reverend Insanity

In the classroom, everyone's eyes are focused on the source.

Some of these eyes are shocked, frightened, ridiculed, and ruthless.

Fang Yuan turned a blind eye to these eyes. He looked at the old school family and looked seriously at the guard who had passed out on the ground with one finger.

“Tell the old man that these two guards have a heart of evil! They forcibly broke into the door at the most critical juncture of my mid-shock. It is well known that the training of magicians cannot be disturbed. Especially with higher shocks. Slightly careless, not only shock fails, but empty tips are damaged. But fortunately for the students, I was lucky, and at the moment they broke in, I was lucky enough to step into the middle class. ”

“But!” before others reacted, Fang Yuan went on to say, “These two people still don't admit the mistakes they just made, they dare not to say anything to me, even insult my ancestors, and falsely say that this interference with the practice of later generations is what the elders mean. Students disbelieved and vehemently resisted. The two men were highly skilled and the students fought with blood, which defeated them. ”

“However, it appears that the students did not hurt the killer when they were both in the capacity of classroom guards. Just one severed arm, one severed thigh. There's a bit of blood loss, but it's not dead yet. That's what this is all about, and I always ask you to do justice for the students!” After that, Fangyuan punched the old scholar.

His tone hurried, he said a lot, and no one else was interfering.

After that, the people around them slowly reacted.

“I don't think I heard what Fong Yuan just said. ”

“He seems to say he's advanced to the middle class! ”

“How is it possible that he was the first to advance to the intermediate level with such a qualification as C scrap material? ”

“It must have been a lie. He was afraid of being punished by the school, so he lied! ”

Participants talked aloud.

The lives and deaths of the two guards are no longer important in relation to the promotion of Fangyuan to the intermediate level.

They're not named Kuzuki. Who cares?

“You say you've been promoted to the middle class?” The old voice of the scholars is cold and the eyes gleam, "Fang Yuan, you can't say that nonsense. If you admit your mistake now, I can still recite your first offense and be lenient with you. But if you're going to go wrong again and try to cover it up with lies, then my husband tells you now that lies are the easiest to poke through. ”

Fangyuan did not make any distinction, but smiled softly and said to the schoolmaster: “Ask the elderly to check. ”

Needless to say, the scholars have come a long way.

He put his hands on the small belly of Square Source and split his mind into it. A quick glimpse of the source's emptiness.

Empty, empty.

Spring and Autumn cicadas have been hidden, the level of six-turn trickery is far higher than that of three-turn scholars. If there is a heart hidden, it will not be easily discovered.

As for the liquor worm, the source was temporarily placed in the hall of the dormitory and was not carried with you.

The scholar kept his eyes closed and saw a piece of bronze Yuanhai, not surprised.

The drip of yuanshui is the pale blue color of the middle order true yuan.

Looking at the surrounding tips, the white tips are flooded with waves and seem to consist entirely of water flow. A strand of water is flowing rapidly.

Water film!

“Really promoted to the middle class, how is that possible!?” The scholar screamed in his heart, and a shocking light flashed beneath his eyes. But he tried so hard to cover up his face as if it were water.

A moment later, he digested the fact and slowly retracted his hand with a low voice: “It is indeed the middle order. ”

Participants have been holding their breath for a long time, waiting for results.

The scholars kept saying that the whole school seemed to blow up the pot.

Participants were uncertain, and incredible colors appeared on all faces.

Fang Yuan is only C etc. but the first to break through the middle class, it is a matter of breaking common sense!

Practicing magicians, impacting the realm, should first of all depend on qualifications. Are you kidding me, C etc. can take the lead in promotion? This makes people with Class A and B qualifications feel bad!

“This!” Ancient Moon was bright white, he was confident last night, but now the facts are in front of him, he was so shocked that he sat down on his ass.

Ancient Moon held his fists tight in the north, Ancient Moon Red City bite his teeth hard.

It's impossible for a scholar to be blinded all the time. How did he do it?

At one time, all the teenagers stared dead at Fong Yuan, and the same question arose in their minds - how did he get promoted so quickly with qualities such as Fong Yuan C?

The old scholar's heart is also full of doubt.

With such great confusion, he threw the previous idea of suppressing Square Source behind his head, and he asked directly: "Square Source, I want you to explain how you actually got to the middle class. ”

Fangyuan smiled silently: “Heaven's Way reward, students studied hard, accumulated days and months, so the water came to the channel. ”

“Liar! ”

“Cut, if Heaven had paid me, I would have been number one! ”

“Still studying hard? I saw him wandering in the shop a while ago. ”

Participants were clearly not satisfied with such an answer.

“Really?” The scholars kept their eyes cold and pushed towards the source.

The colour of the source is straightforward and does not look at home without fear.

He was covered in blood and his linen clothes were chaotic and seemed to have gone through an intense struggle.

A deep, dark eye reveals a sense of calm, a faint, even seemingly hidden, play.

I couldn't help but shake my eyes like this and see the old heart of the school.

“How can this source be forced out by me on the spot without fear, fear, fear or alarm? With his C and other qualifications, there must be a secret to take the lead in moving up to the intermediate level. But since he doesn't want to tell the secret, I'm old as a scholar, and I can't force myself to ask, it seems I can only investigate secretly. ”

Thinking about it, the scholars had to take back their eyes and relieve their grim and serious faces.

Fang Yuan did not stop: “The students were scared. The elder master did not know what to do with these two guards. If they lose too much blood, they will die. ”

“Are you still scared?” The scholars couldn't help but snort. His eyebrows wrinkled deep.

Things got to this point, and as the head of the school, he had to come forward and deal with it.

“But what should we do?” The scholars often find it tricky.

He couldn't help but groan.

Fangyuan will learn about the old look of the church family and take a look at it. He laughed in his heart. The scholars must have had a hard time at this time.

These two guards, only foreign servants, live like grass. In normal times, if you die, forget it. Nobody cares.

But this is different now, because the scholars sent them personally. If he dies, he'll be ashamed of his old face!

So these two guards can't die, and the scholars always do the cure.

What really embarrasses the scholars is the disposition of the other source.

Originally, in his plan, Fang Yuan was absent from class first, and then killed the guard later. He could be called a disobedient master and arrogant. According to the rules of the community, they are to be held in family jails, where they reflect on their mistakes.

But these mistakes, with the big premise that Fangyuan was promoted to the middle class, suddenly became different.

Fangyuan killed the guard because he had to miss class because of his practice. That's justifiable.

More importantly, he succeeded in advancing to the middle class and becoming the first of the year. This occupies the great sense.

What exactly does the source rely on, so quickly promoted to the middle class, this secret and put aside.

The king loses and the world focuses on results. No one would accuse such a good offspring.

The scholars could not punish him in any way.

What do you do for a living? To cultivate good magicians and inject new blood into the family.

With such a brilliant teenager, you learn to suppress it all the time, that's your fault!

As if a student had done well, as a teacher, he had to praise encouragement rather than punitive criticism. A teacher who criticizes punishment for excellence will never be recognized.

Perhaps other elderly people, either because of their frustration with the development prospects of the source, or because of their revenge, suppress the other source implicitly. But you're the only one who can't!

Because you're in charge of the school, you have to be fair and just, at least ostensibly.

That's the rule!

“Just let him go? I caught one of his grips.” The scholars are very upset. He knew that all the teenagers in the school were outsiders.

Outsiders, can only see the noise, can't see the doorway, can't experience the wonders in the dark!

In fact, it was one of his old classmates, one of his fights with the student Fong Yuan!

First, he grabbed the rules and tried to fix the source and defeat his powerful image in the minds of other adolescents.

Then Fangyuan fought back! He seemed reckless, but he saw blood. In the name of promotion to the middle class, the scene was immediately recovered.

As for those two unfortunate guards, they were merely sacrificed chess pieces that had been implicated innocently in the struggle between them.

“This square is too deep! If he did kill these two guards, I could fight back for that reason. His credentials are not very good, but it's so old and thoughtful that it's hard to imagine what a 15-year-old did. I can't fight back. No wonder his early wisdom and poetry flourished in the tribe!” The scholars suddenly realized that he had lost.

His failure lies in his identity, which is the old man in charge of the school.

This is where he's strong, where he's weak.

The strongest, the weakest.

Fong Yuan has already pryed into this!

The old scholar's heart was helpless and angry.

He had asked the source to explain. If the source explains, there are actually many loopholes, and he can't stand it at all.

These guards were chosen by the scholars, and their hearts could not be so reckless, let alone so brainless as to insult their ancient ancestors.

Fang Yuan's words, deliberately said that, were blatant slander, were planted and framed in front of an informed person!

The scholar always knew that, but he knew better that he could not pursue it.

It's a trap.

Once pursued, what should he do about it?

If he does not punish Fangyuan, and the two guards are so wronged, how can he serve the public in the future if his classroom family is unfair?

If he punishes Fang Yuan, he is suppressing the good talent, jealous of the good! For the servants with two foreign surnames, suppress the middle descendants of the tribe, this will cause dissatisfaction of the tribe.

So the best way to do this is to close one eye and treat these two guards as deserts. The two men were found to have made a big mistake. At the same time, the other source will be recognized.

In this way, the people will be satisfied, and the guards will find it just in case they are blinded.

It is undoubtedly in the best interests of the scholars to do so.

Reason tells the old school that's how it should be handled. Emotionally, however, the scholars are a bit too old to cross this cane.

This source is disgusting!

Instead of pressing the wind of the source this time, the schoolmaster himself became a pedal stone. He was stepped on by the source and disgraced once in public!

Fang Yuan, not in awe of him, dared to face him, so against him. It makes his churchgoer old and a disgrace and disgrace.

More importantly, in the future, if the two guards feel wronged and want to reveal the truth, his scholars must first jump out and suppress the two guards in order to preserve their image and identity!

But this is obviously done by Fang Yuan himself!

What does it feel like?

An image metaphor is like Square Source pulled a bubble on the old face of the schoolhouse, and the schoolhouse also praised Square Source, while wiping his ass. If an outsider wants to point out that he has a bubble in his cousin's old face, he has to block the outsider's mouth the first time.

This impatience and boredom makes the scholars almost intolerable.

There is a growing urge in my heart to go straight to the source of several slaps!

Ultimately, however, the scholars just held out their hands and patted Square Source's shoulder gently.

“Good boy.” The old scholar's face was as shady as water, squeezing the phrase out of his teeth.

“All cultivated by the Reliance School.” The tone of the source is faint.

The old corner of the schoolmaster's eyes suddenly twitched.