Bai Xiaofeng didn’t know what happened on the mountain road. www.126shu.com
He had given up asking his master for compensation. With his unscrupulous master’s nature, if he wanted to pay, he would definitely not come back.
At this time, he was sitting on the bus to go to the Art Academy.
“Fortunately, this Art Academy was run by Chen Ling’er’s house, so it doesn’t cost money to enter school.” Bai Xiaofeng looked out the car window, covered her forehead and sighed, “It’s just that you have to spend money to pick up girls. It seems that you have to find a way to make money as soon as possible.”
The bus stopped at the bus stop at the gate of the Art Academy.
Bai Xiaofeng got out of the car and was immediately attracted by the scenery at the gate of the Art Academy. Her complaints towards her master were even more exhausted.
The entrance of the “Qingteng Art Academy” is extremely spacious, completely European-style, and particularly luxurious. Lush trees are planted on both sides of the spacious door, green trees, and a huge fountain was built in the middle. The water splashed into the pool, causing hazy mist.
It was almost noon, and countless handsome men and beautiful women were in and out at the gate. Of course, girls accounted for the vast majority.
Because of summer, these girls are dressed very cool. At first glance, they all have short skirts, black silk, big white legs, and all kinds of…
“Hehe… It’s not a loss, this is not a loss for learning. There are so many beautiful ladies, I will definitely not be able to close my legs in the future.” Bai Xiaofeng widened her eyes and admired the beauties in front of her, with her mouth almost grinning, “Master is doing this beautifully. He must have known that I have suffered too much in the mountains, so he gave me such a beautiful miser.”
Bai Xiaofeng praised his master for not cheating him this time, and walked towards the art school with a grin, and his eyes kept wandering around the beauties passing by by.
Flashes of fragrance hit him, making him unable to help but close his eyes and suck: “It smells so fragrant, it smells even more fragrant than Xiao Cui.”
Soon, he walked into the Art Academy, and was overwhelmed with all kinds of beauties watching him, and his eyes were almost overwhelmed.
You know, this is the art school. How bad can a girl who goes to this school have?
If it weren’t for his image, he would have been like the second fool Wang Goudan in the village, smiling and jumping up eight feet high.
But as he walked, Bai Xiaofeng realized something was wrong.
He stopped, frowned and looked around. There was always a hazy black air floating in the air, which was very light, but there was a whole school.
What’s more serious is that the southeast direction of the school, the sky was like a huge dark cloud, almost pressing onto the roof.
Of course, only he could see this strange scene.
After all, he has had his own yin and yang eyes since he was a child, and can see many things that ordinary people cannot see, just like the evil spirits he saw when he saw the Chen family villa last night.
“Tsk tsk, the yin energy is covered with the air, and the resentment is full of damage to the good feng shui of the entire school. I’m afraid the school is not peaceful.” Bai Xiaofeng lowered her head and muttered, then grinned: “It seems that there is a fund for picking up girls.”
He grabbed a nearby male classmate and asked clearly how to get to the principal’s office, and then went straight to the principal’s office.
After about ten minutes of walking, he arrived outside the principal’s office.
Dongdong.
After knocking on the door twice, a very magnetic man’s voice came from the office: “Come in.”
Bai Xiaofeng pushed the door and walked in. The office was very large, several times larger than the temple living room where he and his master lived. It must have a total of nearly 100 square meters, completely decorated in Chinese style, with landscape paintings hanging on the walls, which was very artistic.
And directly opposite the door is a huge desk with a bookshelves on the entire wall behind it.
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses and gray-haired temples was sitting behind the desk, looking worried.
Bai Xiaofeng looked at the middle-aged man carefully and his eyes lit up.
Then he smiled slightly, walked to the desk, sat down, crossed his legs, and handed the information in his hand to the middle-aged man: “Hello, principal, my name is Bai Xiaofeng, I am here to handle the admission procedures.”
The middle-aged man frowned and looked a little unhappy, and did not look through the information: “Who asked you to sit down?”
“Can’t you sit?” Bai Xiaofeng scratched his head.
The middle-aged man frowned even deeper, his hands were resting on the desk, and his body leaned forward slightly. This position was extremely aggressive and also showed his dissatisfaction with Bai Xiaofeng.
The middle-aged man said, “Did I let you sit? Put your legs crossed. Is this a student’s attitude towards meeting teachers?”
Bai Xiaofeng pouted, put down her legs crossed in disappointment, sat up straight, and looked like a good student.
The middle-aged man looked up and down at Bai Xiaofeng and found that the guy in front of him was so rustic, and even the cloth shoes on his feet were stained with yellow mud. As he walked in, he dirtyed his precious floor.
Such a country bumpkin dares to come to Qingteng College to study?
He leaned impatiently on the chair, as if he was very tired, and did not go through the information, nor looked at Bai Xiaofeng. He rubbed his temples and said, “Classmate, do you understand our Qingteng Academy?”
“I don’t understand.” Bai Xiaofeng sat upright, staring at the middle-aged man.
Humph!
It’s indeed a country bumpkin! <The middle-aged man sneered in his heart and said, "Our Qingteng Academy is the only art academy in Binhai City. Among the national art academies, it is also among the top ten. The students who can enter our academy all have artistic dreams. Of course, those who pursue their dreams are all either rich or noble. Do you understand this?"
When talking about the four words “we are either rich or noble”, the middle-aged man’s tone is particularly heavy.