"Mrs. Zhuo, I want to ask you. Did Principal Shimaki really invite that kid to enroll in the school?"
After hearing Bai Chang's words, Mrs. Zhuxu's hand still didn't stop for a moment, as if she didn't care about Bai Chang's question at all.
"Yes, President Shimazu's autograph. I just confirmed and stamped them."
"What did you say? You stamped it? You let that kid into school without asking anything?"
Mrs. Zhuxu couldn't help being a little impatient with Baichang's question.
"Mr. Bochang, if you have no other questions, can you leave? The Academic Affairs Office is not the place for you to appeal."
"But Mrs. Zhuxu, didn't you even check the background of that little... Abbott? How could such a commoner child go in and out with other students of Dragon Academy, especially noble students?"
Mrs. Zhuxu suddenly stopped the pen in her hand, and with a "carat", the tip of the pen in her hand made a snapping sound.
Even Bai Chang, who was far away from Mrs. Zhuxu, could feel the rising anger of Mrs. Zhuxu.
Several janitors who stood in front of the file cabinet to help all became nervous. Didn't even dare to let out the air.
"You guys, send Mr. Baichang out for a while."
Mrs. Zhuxu slapped the pen holder in her hand, and the veins on her forehead twitched, and ordered to several school workers.
"Mr. Baichang, I'm sorry."
"School Manager, the Academic Affairs Office is really busy recently."
In fact, there is never a time when the Academic Affairs Office of the college is not busy.
"But, Madam Zhuxu."
It wasn't until Bai Chang was invited out by the school workers that Mrs. Zhu Xu calmed down her bad face a little.
"Take another blank form in the third column and the twenty-first grid."
"Yes, Director."
The janitor hurriedly climbed up the ladder for taking the documents, and was moved by other janitors to the grid where the documents needed to be taken.
The solemn and orderly Academic Affairs Office will always be the place that the students of the entire Dragon Academy are most afraid of going.
Even those arrogant school directors don't want to show any prestige in front of Mrs. Zhuxu, the director of academic affairs.
But Bai Chang, who was invited out by Mrs. Zhu Xu, couldn't just be so reconciled. Seeing a commoner brat who appeared out of nowhere, step into the honorable place of Dragon Academy.
What are you kidding
An ordinary child with no status, does he think that with the signature of the principal, he can become an exception compared to the noble students
Bai Chang severely crushed the walnut core in his hand.
"Sir, your hand."
The servant on the side watched Bai Chang unconsciously crush the things in his hand, reminding him carefully.
Bai Chang looked down at his hands, walked to the trash can on the side, and threw away the walnut fry in his hand.
"I'm fine. I'm going back, Songting."
"Okay, sir." Song Ting followed Bai Chang's footsteps, and at the same time took out the handkerchief on his chest to wipe the palms of Bai Chang's hands.
Bai Chang had to slow down for this.
Servant Song Ting frowned and looked at Bai Chang's palm.
"Sir, you really should get rid of this habit of pinching things when you are angry." Song Ting said with some reproach.
Bai Chang glared at his servant.
"I have my own sense of proportion. Why do you care so much as a servant?"
Bai Chang pulled his hand back impatiently.
Although Songting was still frowning and wanted to say something, but seeing Bai Chang's still very bad face, she didn't continue to preach.
The two masters and servants headed towards the training ground of the Dragon Academy.
Walking in the long and tall corridors of the Dragon Academy, I saw joking students passing by from time to time. Seeing the tall Mr. Manager, the students immediately stopped talking and laughing, and bowed to Bai Chang in a polite manner.
"Hello, Mr. Baichang."
Bai Chang hummed coldly, which was his response to the students.
It wasn't until Bai Chang walked away that the students who had greeted him before couldn't help talking in a low voice.
"Isn't that the director of Baichang? Why did he come to the school suddenly?"
"Could it be that you came to school to see Baichang Songlindi?"
"It's possible, I saw where the fourth graders were when I came from the practice field before."
"Isn't the fourth grade organizing a friendly match recently?"
"Friendly match? Organized by the school?"
"No, it seems to be applied by the grade."
"A friendly match?"
"What kind of conflict happened in the fourth grade again? Is there another group appointment?"
"What about a fight? It's a competition, a friendly match."
Hearing someone say that, the other students who were discussing couldn't help laughing.
"It's not a competition organized by the school. It's a friendly match, isn't it actually a duel? By the way, which two departments are in conflict?"
"It seems that the seniors of the Near Wind Department and the Remote Control Department are arguing again."
"Ah, near wind and remote control? They are always noisy."
The students in the discussion all looked familiar.
"Then, senior Bai Chang should be from the remote control department?"
"It seems that I didn't see Senior Bai Chang on the field when I came."
"Perhaps Senior Bai Chang just didn't participate."
The students walked away while talking, Bai Chang walked towards the student dormitory of Long Academy, and then turned back to ask Songting.
"What has the young master been up to in school lately? Before he said he would return to school early, it seems that he has some test to prepare for."
Hearing Bai Chang's sudden question about the young master's movements, Songting couldn't help but hesitate to explain to Bai Chang.
"Master Baichang...Recently, I'm practicing with my classmates."
"Practice?" Bai Chang frowned.
"What kind of practice, I haven't heard him mention it. It seems that the academy has not reported any major competitions recently. What is the practice?"
Songting lowered her head, and her voice was a little lower.
"It was organized by... classmates, a friendly match."
"Friendly match?"
When Bai Chang heard this answer, he was still impatient. All of a sudden, she was so angry that she even quickened her pace a lot, Song Ting nervously followed behind Bai Chang, not daring to persuade anything about the young master.
In the bustling Dragon Academy practice field, tall and long columns stand in the center.
Many students in uniform stood outside the practice field and booed loudly, making contemptuous noises towards the flying opponents on the field.
"Prepare, 1, 2, shhh!" A group of boys didn't care about their usual image at all, and they all gestured downwards to express their doubts about their opponents.
"Boom!" The boy who had been suppressed on the field just happened to be a little distracted, and bumped into the thickest pillar without noticing.
In an instant, the group of boys who booed were so full of laughter that they couldn't even straighten their waists.
"Bai Chang! Are you good at it, you!"
"Hahahahahaha, it's number one in the remote control department. It's so funny."
"Look at the appearance of our young master Bai Chang bumping into the pillar, he really looks decent~"
"Isn't it? Isn't this the one from their remote control system—"
"Far away! Control! Ru! Blind! Hahahahahahaha~"
"Arabie! You'd better keep your stinking mouths shut!" The students standing on the other side of the training ground all stared angrily. Some people couldn't bear to raise their fists at the provocative near-wind element, and He was pulled by his arm in time by his companion.
"Don't do anything with those wild boys who have no tutor."
"That is, don't fight with those upstart wild boys, they are not worthy at all."
Even though his face was flushed with anger, the remote control student could only suppress his anger and maintain his demeanor.
And those near-wind students who didn't even want to wear uniforms didn't intend to let go of their opponents who said they had no tutors.
"What did you just say?"
The students from the near-wind department rolled up their sleeves and directly pulled up the collar of a student from the remote control department.
"I said, you are wild boys without a tutor!!"
"Do you dare to say it again?!"
"So what if I talk about it?! Your remote control system is just a bunch of rookies with nothing but empty air! Birds! Do rookies understand!"
"Arabi!!" The boy from the remote control department who was pulled by the collar finally couldn't bear it anymore, and punched Arabi in the face.
Arabie's face immediately changed color!
"What?! The rookie of the remote control system dares to do it after losing the game?!"
A group of fourth-grade boys from the near wind department simply took off their robes and threw them on the grass, and walked towards the boys from the remote control department aggressively.
The boys in the remote control department couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't keep the last bit of reason that was already meager.
"Wild boys near the wind! Whoever bows his head today will climb back to the dormitory from here!"
"What nonsense?! It is our remote control system that insists on making you cry and crawl back today!"
The students from the two sides, who were originally distinct, suddenly became entangled, and for a while, they couldn't tell which ones were from the near wind department and which were from the remote control department.
Bai Chang, who had just come down from the training ground, had not had time to feel annoyed about his careless mistake and lost the game when he jumped off the dragon back.
The near-wind boy who won the competition also stared at him, got off his dragon back, and looked at Bai Chang beside him.
Although Bai Chang lost the game, he was also dissatisfied with the near wind system, but he was not directly provoked because he was concentrating on competing with his opponent. So keep some sanity. Bai Chang immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. Immediately, he rushed towards his brothers together with the opponent who got off the dragon's back, trying to pull away the fighters.
"Arabie! Are you crazy? Fighting is forbidden in school!"
"Changfeng! Stop hitting!"
The sweat dripping down the faces of Bai Chang and his opponent who had just finished the competition, the tension in their eyes was clearly visible.
But the jealous two parties who are fighting, who can listen to the advice of their companions after doing it.
Especially Abila and Chang Feng, whose faces were already stained, grabbed each other, showing no intention of letting go.
Bo Chang and another boy in the competition nervously tried to hold hands with their companions, but they were both affected for no reason. Bai Chang didn't notice the fists swung by the people around him, and he was hit in the face in one fell swoop.
"what!"
"Bai Chang!"
Someone heard Bai Chang's cry of pain at the first moment, and turned around to help, but he was also punched right after.
"Oh my god! Bai... Baichang is bleeding!"
Bo Chang, whose face was distorted by a punch, almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was dragged by his companion to stand still, and his hands tightly covered his nose.