Datang Chang'an Academy.
Zhou Fei, who was lying on the chair, was awakened by the noise around him, yawned lazily, and opened his eyes.
The eyes are all students rushing to take the exam.
"Hey, these people really don't know how to enjoy. How can you sleep comfortably during exams. Exams? Take a fart." Zhou Fei rolled over and fell asleep again.
His behavior also aroused the resentment of the surrounding students.
"Who is this? It's too arrogant, I actually slept on the day of the exam."
"His name is Zhou Fei, the son of General Zhou Ding, nicknamed Chang'an No.1 Waste Material."
"It turns out that the famous Chang'an No. 1 waste material is him, but how did I hear that he committed suicide by jumping into the river for molesting the daughter of the left?"
"It's not dead, my God is really unfair, you won't accept such a scourge."
"No, we want to study with such waste materials? Is there any mistake? Isn't it said that the admissions of the college is the most fair? Why is there still a back door like him?"
Although Zhou Fei was asleep, all these people's words filled his ears.
In order to make him sleep more steadily, he opened his eyes softly and said weakly: "I use a special recruitment quota, and I will not study with you. My dream is to be a waste material and learn something. Too tired."
After speaking, he closed his eyes again, as if he had exhausted all his stamina the moment he opened his eyes.
All the students: "..."
"I was hit critically."
"The first lesson of Datang, how important it is to have a good father. Waste materials can also go to the academy to study."
Zhou Fei didn't bother to continue to talk to these people. What's wrong with being a waste material? It is a blessing to be able to eat and sleep, these people will never understand.
Hey, there is a great famine, and there is no one who knows me and understands me. It's really sad.
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 500 waste material evaluations and rewarding one hundred waste material points. 】
[Congratulations to the master for obtaining a waste material coin, accumulating five waste material coins will automatically raise a small level. 】
[Congratulations to the master for collecting five waste material coins, the realm is automatically improved, and it is currently an intermediate level in the Aura realm. 】
[How wonderful is the life of waste material, barbecue, sleep, bubble bath. In the future, please let the owner continue to waste materials-the above content comes from the waste material system. 】
Zhou Fei turned over and muttered: "Close the anus, don't disturb Lao Tzu sleeping."
Dahuang respects martial artists, and its strength is specifically divided into: Reiki, Six Senses,
Seven stars, gods, no rules, transcendent, heaven and human.
The realm of heaven and man, no one touched, above the extraordinary, comparable to the gods.
In the realm of no moments, move mountains and fill the sea, and hide the seven stars, which can reach the army.
The realm of the six senses, the first glimpse of the doorway, under the six senses, is full of ants.
"Zhou Fei, although you are using a special recruitment quota, you must abide by the rules of the academy when you enter my academy. You will immediately move me a place to sleep here!" A stunning beauty walked in front of Zhou Fei, cold. He said coldly, the words even showed a bit of murderous aura.
This beauty is Tu Wanyue, the teacher of the academy, from the country of Yan.
When Tu Wanyue came to Chang'an at the beginning of that year, it caused a sensation in the whole city. Even the emperor Lao Er sent people to the academy to inquire about Tu Wanyue's return to be a noble concubine. This shows how depressed her face is. Guo Qingcheng.
Of course, she is just scaring Zhou Fei now, and will not really do it.
Who makes this guy too irritating? Everyone is preparing for the final exam. He would rather run to sleep in front of the candidates, for fear that others might not know that he is a special enrollment student? This is simply smashing the signboard of the academy.
If it hadn't been for Zhou Ding to save the life of an **** and the three generations of the Zhou family were loyal, the master would not be able to accept Zhou Fei's waste.
But Tu Wanyue really wronged Zhou Fei. He didn't mean to run to this place to show off. He was just tired when he got here. As a waste material, it is a living to lie down where he is sleepy. One of the purposes!
"Teacher Tu looks even better than I thought."
"If I were the emperor, I would also be tempted. This is simply a fairy tale."
"If Teacher Tu accepts disciples, I will do everything possible to worship her."
"No way, the brain is a little hypoxic."
"Hey, it's really troublesome." Zhou Fei mumbled as he got up from the chair and walked into the academy like a walking dead.
At this time, there was another ridiculous voice behind him.
"Waste material is waste material. Do you think you can become a dragon after entering the academy? It will always be just earthworms in the dirty soil."
Zhou Fei stopped, turned around slowly, and said, "Who am I to be a noise, it turns out that you are the second person here. Do you especially envy me that I can enter the academy without taking an exam? If you envy you, just say Well, I won't laugh at you, how tired."
The speaker was called Meng Chongyi, the son of General Marshal Meng Zhulu.
"Come and see now, Grand Marshal's
The son quarreled with the general's son. "
"Heh, the dog bite the dog, what's so good about it."
"I heard that these two people liked Li Li, the daughter of the left, and it is also rumored that Zhou Fei was instigated by Meng Chongyi when he went to molested Li Li?"
"Meng Chongyi's talent is very high. I heard that he has reached the middle level of the spiritual energy realm, and he is attacking the high level. Zhou Fei is going to be unlucky when he provokes him."
Meng Chongyi said sarcastically: "Waste materials, you can only rely on your family to avoid entrance exams. I am not afraid of others who dare not say anything. The reputation of the college for hundreds of years cannot be ruined by your waste materials."
Zhou Fei lazily said: "Then what are you going to do?"
"Get out of the academy right away." Meng Chongyi said.
Zhou Fei yawned, "I can't roll, or would you show me it first?"
"Your kid is looking for death!" Meng Chongyi said with a grim expression: "If you don't drive you out of the academy today, I will say my name backwards."
After that, both palms are pushed forward to shoot.
Zhou Fei cut, "It turned out to be a fight. If you want to fight, you can find something to say. I wasted so much saliva, so I'm not tired."
After that, Zhou Fei opened up his aura.
"Aura?" Tu Wanyue, who had been silently observing beside her, was a little surprised.
Zhou Fei's inability to cultivate was the conclusion made by the Master himself. Now that he has cultivated to the spiritual energy realm, this is equivalent to slapping the Master in the face.
Meng Chongyi was also a little dumbfounded. He withdrew his hands and retreated, saying: "How is this possible? Back then, you were diagnosed by the master that the sea of qi was damaged, and you could not store any aura. How could it be possible to cultivate to the aura!"
Zhou Fei took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket, and quacked, "Are you going to fight or not? Don't beat me. I'm sorry if you don't use it to sleep on such a good day."
This action of eating melon seeds made Meng Chong's righteous humiliation, humiliating, and humiliating.
Then Meng Chongyi thought of something and said contemptuously: "I know, you must have taken the Spirit Gathering Pill, right? Forcibly converging the heaven and earth aura into the sea of qi to increase the realm in a short time, but once the effect of the medicine is lost, it will Completely become a waste."
Speaking of this, Meng Chongyi paused and raised his voice several times before continuing to say: "The most important thing is that you can't cultivate any martial arts by relying on the level of the Spirit Gathering Pill to improve. To put it bluntly, you are an empty shelf!
Zhou Fei: "You have a big brain, you can write sitcoms."
(End of this chapter)