Another person came outside the training ground.
Slender and tall, with a cold face, isn't she Liu Xueyue, the vice president of the Academy Affairs Council
"Vice President, please send these to all the masters." When Elder Yun Xiang saw Liu Xueyue, his old face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile.
Liu Xueyue walked towards Master with a basket of painting tubes.
One person issued a painting tube, and immediately stepped aside.
The masters opened the painting tubes and spread out the scrolls inside.
On these picture scrolls, there are hundreds of new students in different classes.
Shangxuan Academy has always respected teachers, and therefore, regarding the placement of new students, the academy will take the teacher's preference as the premise.
According to the comprehensive strength of the freshmen, the Elder Department of the college assigns each student to a class.
The teachers of each class can discuss student exchange with the teachers of another class according to their own preferences.
After everything was discussed, the student's class was completely settled.
This is also the reason why the masters endured the smell of sweat and came to the training ground for freshmen early in the morning.
Only by seeing the qualifications of each student with your own eyes, can you know whether this student can be accepted and whether he has the qualifications to be trained as an excellent student.
There is competition among students, and there is also competition among teachers.
The master wants to improve the status, only by bringing out the best students, can he get the bar of the badge.
After spreading out the scrolls, the masters all found the same person's name by coincidence.
After seeing the name, everyone's face changed drastically, full of surprise and disbelief.
"Elder Yunxiang, this... what's going on..."
Elder Yunxiang still smiled kindly, and gently flicked his sleeves: "Except for her who can't move, the other students are optional."
"It's a pity..." The masters shook their heads helplessly and let out a long sigh.
Ye Qingluo had been paying attention to Master and Elder Yunxiang, and suddenly saw several Masters looking at her with extremely strange eyes.
One is fine.
One after another, they all stared at her.
After staring at him, he looked away again with a pitiful expression on his face.
Ye Qingluo was stared at with goosebumps all over her body.
This... These masters, what do they mean
What do these eyes mean
I always feel... There is an ominous premonition.
The weird behavior of these masters should be... seeing her class.
Could it be that he was assigned to the low class
While Ye Qingluo was guessing endlessly, those masters had already adjusted the new students they wanted to bring.
Several people regrouped again and decided on the final division.
Elder Yun Xiang took the scroll and handed it to Liu Xueyue.
Liu Xueyue then began to read: "Students in Class 1 of Dixuan, please listen to your name—"
Name by name, read one by one.
For about a quarter of an hour, Liu Xueyue took a breath, and read again: "Students of the second class of Dixuan, please listen to your name—"
Each Xuan level class is divided into Class 1 and Class 2.
The first class is basically freshmen from the academy, their aptitude is not very good, but there are some plasticity.
Most of the second class is the old students of the mysterious class, and they are more advanced than the first class.
In Class Two of Dixuan, Ye Qingluo heard Ye Fengyu's name.
"How could your brother be assigned to the lower class..." Liu Xiaoyu wrinkled her face when she heard this.
She tugged at Ye Qingluo's sleeve, and lowered her voice extremely low: "Didn't he be accepted as an apprentice by Mr. Yougui? No matter what, he wouldn't be admitted to the lower class!"
Ye Qingluo smiled, shook his head at her, and signaled her to stop talking.
These masters have sharp ears. When they are divided into classes, they must not have a bad impression of Liu Xiaoyu.