Not Qingtian Academy?
The falling geese suddenly turned worries into joy.
Did the senior brother not give up himself for Xin Lin?
Isn’t Ning Fengxi the one who won the lottery for Qingtian Academy?
Sikong Ran, who had already walked to the Taichang Holy Courtyard, couldn’t help but be moved.
Which signature?
“The little prince Tuyuan won the Qingtian Academy.”
This signature is without any suspense for Xin Lin and others.
The little prince Tuyuan looked happy and glanced at Sikongran with a proud look.
“Fight with me, you’re still young.”
He walked to Xin Lin and others with a swagger.
“How is it? I keep my word. That Sikongran wanted to plot against me. Thanks to my agility, I blacked him in the box.”
The little prince Tuyuan was full of smugness.
Xin Lin complained secretly.
“If it weren’t for Fengxi, the box would probably be destroyed by you.”
Only the three people who drew lots at the same time knew about the situation in the box.
At the last moment, Ning Fengxi took action and repelled the two of them.
But Xin Lin was also a little surprised. She thought that Ning Fengxi wanted to lead Qingtian Academy, but she didn’t expect that he would temporarily hand the signature to the little prince.
What medicine is sold in Ning Fengxi’s gourd?
Xin Lin wondered.
But now it is obviously time to care about these things.
After the three of them finished drawing, the remaining draws were much more orderly.
Long Qingxuan was filled with depression.
He wanted to draw from the Qingtian Academy, but the little prince Tuyuan had already pulled it away.