Qiao Jin narrowed his eyes, and returned the wooden plaque and badge to Ye Qingluo.
Huang Xuan Jiupin
This freshman really has the ability to change the mysterious rank on the academy's wooden sign.
Even Long Yunzhan couldn't change the profound steps of the academy's wooden plaque.
At best, they sealed their wooden tokens in the enchantment laid by Long Yunzhan.
That enchantment can seal the update data of their wooden cards.
In the Presbyterian Department of the college and the Confucius Institute, the mysterious ranks of all the students in the Demon Class are fixed at the ranks they had when they first entered the Demon Class.
Of course, those people in the academy generally don't bother to pay attention to the changes in the mysterious rank of the Demon Class.
He didn't say anything, and walked to the desk: "I'm here today. If you want to stay in the training ground, you can train. If you want to go back to the dormitory, you can go back to the dormitory. Come to the training ground to report."
The students who sat down under the stage took it for granted and answered "Yes" loudly.
Then I heard Qiao Jin continue: "Ni Ruopan, the training in the morning is not finished yet, continue now until it is finished."
The students let out a sigh, and all turned their attention to Ni Ruopan.
Then it was placed on Ye Qingluo again.
The sarcasm in his eyes was obvious.
Obviously, they often mocked Ni Ruopan like this.
Such is human nature.
These people in the past made the people around them treat them with such eyes.
Because of this, when I saw someone weaker than myself, I found a little bit of comfort in my heart.
Ni Ruopan clenched his lower lip, lowered his eyes, two blushes of shame appeared on his pale face.
She clutched the hem of her skirt with her small hands and kept rubbing it.
"Okay, let's go."
Qiao Jin clapped his hands, and all the students stood up immediately.
Seeing this, Ye Qingluo followed suit and stood up.
I heard the students say in unison: "It's hard work, everyone, and you must arrive at the training ground on time."
When Qiao Jin came down from the desk, the noise in the school resumed before.
The students flocked to leave the venue one by one as if they were liberated, and there were also people in twos and threes, pointing and pointing at Ye Qingluo.
Ni Ruopan rested his hands on the table, his slender and fair wrists were so thin that the white bones protruded faintly.
The hair scattered around the cheeks covered half of the face.
Ye Qingluo could still see the tears hidden in her eyes.
"Are you still leaving?" Ye Qingluo frowned slightly.
To be honest, she has never dealt with such a cowardly and crying person, and she doesn't like dealing with such a person.
It's just that this girl's kindness made it impossible for her to let her go.
Ni Ruopan slightly turned his head away, not wanting her to see him crying.
Trying to make himself sound calm, there was a hint of choking: "It's okay, I'll leave in a while."
"How dare she walk in front of us, she will leave when there is no one in the school." The students in the front row spoke with a sneer.
Ni Ruopan's head lowered a little.
The student snorted disdainfully and left without looking back.
Always the last one to leave the school
Often facing such a vast, silent school alone, doesn't Ni Ruopan feel lonely
Do you have to put yourself in such a humble position
Ye Qingluo has been in a high-end position since she was a child, and she really doesn't understand such a mood.
She frowned, and pulled Ni Ruopan's wrist with a sullen face: "Go, go to the training ground."
Ye Qingluo's strength was so great that Ni Ruopan couldn't break free at all.
"Classmate Ye... don't... I'll wait, I'll wait..." Ni Ruopan was forcibly pulled up, begging in a hoarse voice.
She struggled, her hair parted to reveal her face, and tears welled up in her eyes.