The Legend of the Dragon King

Collection and recommendation tickets requested. Dance in the long skies, you will love him in the future. Believe me.

The ceremony takes place in the huge square of Donghai College, and only this time of year will the senior and middle ministries gather together.

Tang Dynasty Lin was in the newborn square, his head was quite high among the newcomers, and he was placed behind him. Just in time to see college-wide students.

On the intermediate side, there are about 100 people in each grade, and six grades add up to about seven or eight hundred people. The number of people on the senior level is much smaller, and there are less than 200. It is also said to be divided into three grades. This shows how difficult it will be to move from the intermediate to the senior level. It's only about 20 percent of the time.

“Hello classmates, today is the annual opening ceremony. Next, we give the floor to Dean Yu. ”

The Dean of Donghai College is an elderly man who looks in his sixties, is of medium stature, does not look eye-catching, has white hair, wears glasses, and has a curly look.

“Hello, class. At this time of year, I have some emotions in my heart. A group of intermediate and senior ministry students graduated from the College. At the same time, however, some students have moved from intermediate to higher levels and new students have joined. ”

“In my view, the College is like a federal hematopoietic institution, constantly bringing qualified talent to the Federation. In the future, I hope you will also be able to…”

The dean had a good mouth and no manuscript. He had a strong voice. It took a minute to finish.

After the Dean's speech, the most important thing of the ceremony was to divide the class.

Participants who did not need to take part in the division exited first, and senior ministry freshmen went to the senior ministry campus to divide classes, leaving only intermediate first grade freshmen in the original location.

“Classes will be divided below. It is well known that the smaller the number of classes at our East Sea College, the better the participants are. But it's not absolute. We hope that the lower ranked classes will also be able to catch up by working hard. This year, there are 108 new students, divided into five classes. Next, I read the list of names and entered a class...”

After listening to Long Heng Xu, Tang Danglin realized what he meant yesterday when he said punishment for Xie Xiang, Yun Xiao and Zhou Xi entering Class 5.

There are five classes in total. The more advanced the previous class, the worse the five classes will undoubtedly be.

“Tang Mailin, Zhou Zhuangxi, Xie Xian, Yun Xiao...” It is true that when the five classes were divided, the names of the four people were called out.

In all, there are only 20 people in the five classes, the smallest of the five classes, and most of the participants assigned to the five classes are mindless and spiritless.

“Class directors take your students back to class and get acquainted with the college. ”

Five teachers came out, one of them headed this way for five classes.

The teacher looked twenty-seven or eight years old, and when the students of the fifth class saw him, they couldn't help but stand still.

This teacher is so handsome.

Although Tang Dynasty Lin and Xie Xie Xie also have outstanding looks, they are still children and have not yet grown, but the teacher is an adult, more than a meter and nine tall, ape arms bee waist, a pair of long legs in white pants. He looks a little thin, but his eyes are gorgeous, his nose beams are tall, his lips are thin and moderate, and the whole person feels unusually pulled out. With a long hair spread behind his head, the wind blew past him and he could almost see that his long blue hair in the lake was long enough to reach his waist.

His eyes are inky green, matched by long blue hair with a slightly strange temperament. No facial expressions, cold eyes.

A woman in Class 5 whispered, "The teacher is so handsome!” Her words undoubtedly speak the voice of all.

Thank you for skipping your mouth and not thinking of it.

“Follow me!” Young teachers have a simple three-word outlet that makes all students cold, which comes from the feeling of inner chills…

"“ The teacher seems to be strong, "said Yun Xiaoran. ”

Just the air makes one feel cold, which is not what the average person can do.

Classroom five is on the ground floor, and on the innermost side, it's the furthest way to go.

There are thirty sets of tables and chairs in the classroom, and the podium is in front.

“Sit down.” Young teachers speak coldly. Every time he talks, he feels the same way. It's cold!

Tang Mailin chose a position on the side, he was tall and sat on the side in order to be able to lean forward.

I don't know what psychology Xie Xie was out of. She sat directly next to him. Yun Xiao sat in front of him, and Zhou Xiaoxi ghostly sat behind him, but the four people in the bedroom sat together.

As the young teacher walked behind the podium, his eyes simply swept away from the students and the world became quiet.

“My name is Dance Long Sky!” Young teachers are faint, “you will all be my students in the next six years. ”

“I would like to emphasize at the outset that, just now, Director Long Hengxu's words will be taken as not having been heard. Even if you're a bunch of junk, I'll make you the strongest of your peers. Unless you drop out of school, that's your goal for the next six years. ”

Speaking arrogantly in a plain tone instantly attracted the attention of all class participants.

“Let's start by introducing ourselves, name, martial soul, soul strength level, whatever kind of soul master we want to be. Begin!”

Simple and straightforward, nothing out of the ordinary.

Tang Mailin's side is the leanest row, and the direction of the dancer's empty fingers is also their side. Therefore, the cloud small sitting in the first row became the first person to introduce.

“Hello, my name is Yun Xiao, Wu Soul Star Plate, Soul Power Lv.12. The goal is to be an intelligently assisted warrior.” The nickname of Yun Xiao Zhi Doxing was not a discourse, but quickly reacted, falling short of introducing himself. But the voice trembled slightly.

After that, it was Tang Dynasty Lin's turn. Tang Dynasty Lin stood up and his eyes fell directly on him. He immediately understood why there had been some trembling noises in the clouds before, the dancing eyes were so sharp, there was a sense of trying to pierce people's holes.

“Tang Dynasty Lin, Wu Soul Blue Silver Grass, Grade 11. Goal…” Speaking of which, Tang Mailin paused, "I don't have a goal yet. ”

I don't know who muttered next, “Abandoned soul, of course there are no targets. ”

“Heh!” A chalk head flew out as accurately as a guided missile, falling into the cadet's mouth.

“Vomit!” With a spiral of force on his chalk head, he burst directly into his voice, causing the trainee to immediately dry out.

"In this world, there are no wasted souls, only wasted people. When talking about other people's waste, think about your virtues first. If you're not a loser, you'll be in five shifts? ”