Hearing this, Guan Lao sighed and said, "You don't know, that young man..." He paused, not knowing how to describe it.
"If you are worried, you can go to the Assessment Office. However, I have something more important to tell you today." The dean finally put down his teacup and looked at the deputy dean with a smile.
"More important things?" Guan Lao looked at him: "What is it?"
"Mr. Mo Chen is here, and he said he will live here for a while." The dean said, not surprisingly seeing the surprised and astonished look on Guan's face.
“Really?”
Guan Lao was very excited: "Are you coming today too? Why haven't I seen it yet?"
The dean nodded: "He should be here in the next two days."
"No, no, I have to go outside and take a look." He said, and as soon as he finished speaking, he went out without waiting for the dean to reply.
At this time, Fengjiu stood in the middle of the fork in the road between the Alchemy Institute and the Pharmacy Institute, looking at the registration points on both sides, a little stunned.
Compared to the long queue in front, except for the dozen people at the pharmacy side, there was only an old man at the Alchemy Institute who was dozing off with his hands in his hands, which really shocked her.
Is the difference really that big? Aren't alchemists still very popular? Aren't alchemists even more prestigious? Of the tens of thousands of students who signed up, she was the only one who signed up for the Alchemy Academy
Just as she was thinking about it, she saw several men from the courtyard behind the old man walking out dejectedly, looking devastated, and walking towards the gate of the academy.
"Are you here to sign up for the exam at the Alchemy Academy?" The old man saw the young man in red standing there for a long time without coming forward, so he asked, and said, "Come here."
Fengjiu came back to her senses, walked forward and bowed: "Hello, Master." No matter if he is a master or not, the more politeness, the better.
"Register your information." The old man directly pushed the form on the table to her.
Fengjiu took the form and looked at it. Seeing that it was to register some basic information, she picked up the pen on the table and started writing. Although she had a star order and could enter the academy directly without taking the assessment, she also wanted to know how strict the assessment of Xingyun was.
The old man glanced at the young man in red, and casually swept his eyes across the information sheet. When he saw that the nationality level was nine, his eyes widened and he sat up straight.
"Are you from a ninth-class country?"
"Yes!" She nodded and responded.
Hearing this, the old man glared and scolded: "What is this? The ten places for the ninth-level countries this year have already been submitted. Where did you come from? Don't you know that there are only ten places for the ninth-level countries to apply, and none of the ten can pass the assessment? You are just here to waste my time, right?"
"But I have a letter of recommendation!" As she spoke, she handed over the letter of recommendation, which she got from the black market. With this, even people from ninth-class countries can take the test. Her brother also has one.
When the old man saw the recommendation letter, he stared blankly for a long time as if he had eaten a fly. He picked up the recommendation letter and read it again and again. When he saw the name on it, he confirmed again and again: "Your name is Fengjiu?"
"Yes!" She nodded and looked at him with an innocent face.