Ye Zimo came to the Academic Affairs Office, and at this time there was only the director, and at this time he returned to his original state.

Suddenly his eyes widened, "Sword Immortal? Why did you suddenly want to go back to school?"

"What's wrong? Is it wrong for me to go back to school? You said that."

"No, that's not what it means, do I need to arrange a dormitory? Because you seem to have never lived here."

"I really didn't say much about this at that time, but I won't live in school anymore. I have something to do next, and it's useless for you to arrange your residence."

"Oh oh OK, then are you continuing to class? This is your course schedule." The director took out the one-week course in Ye Zimo's class.

He glanced at it and found that there was no class, so there was nothing else. Next, there was nothing but a class of thought.

"Okay, then I'll go to class and do it now, after all, I've never been here."

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Ye Zimo had already arrived at the corresponding classroom door, and all he heard was the teacher who started to call and answer.

"So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-

"So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-So-

(NPC just doesn't deserve a name, the main reason is that I'm too lazy to think about it.)

"Ye...say I didn't say it." The teacher also knew that he wouldn't come by calling this name. She was not a fool, but I obviously knew that this person was very busy and she read a lot of news.

"Come!" replied, and the huge classroom seemed even more silent.

Ye Zimo reached out and pushed open the door, walked into the classroom, and sat in an empty seat as if nothing had happened. Of course, the sensation was also very small, shocking the others. The teachers of various subjects heard the sounds from that classroom and complained.

"clatter."

Ye Zimo snapped his fingers and sealed everyone's mouths, "Please whisper, everyone, the other classes are still in class, and I don't want to sing such a loud voice." After saying that, they unblocked their mouths again.

Everyone looked at each other and didn't say anything. After all, this person was not a simple person. He was a cruel person who killed millions of people in one move.

"The teacher also asked you to continue the class, so you don't need to delay the class." Ye Zimo smiled slightly, and she continued to ask for instructions.

"Well, then that's fine, then class continues."

Next, the teacher opened the PPT and started. The class was about vivid images (Ideological and political education was really boring to me).

You listen occasionally and then do nothing. Although he remembers every word the teacher said, it doesn't matter if he gets away from him.

The simple course just passed, and Ye Zimo suddenly found that he regretted coming to school. It was really boring. It was better to practice. Or it would be better to open the next world to practice, alas.

"Okay, then today's class will end here, let's leave first." (I have to say that teachers in college really don't delay classes and leave on time. Some even leave early, let's let us put it in advance.)

After the teacher left with the book, the students began to get excited. They took out their phones one by one to take photos. Of course, they also took a lot of photos during class. (Generally speaking, they really don’t care about playing with your phone in class)

"Can the Sword Immortal Sword Immortal take a photo with you?"

"Uh... can I refuse that?" Looking at the people surrounding there, I felt helpless. I regretted it, really regret it.

"That won't work. I finally saw you once and asked me to take a photo. Is that okay? Please~"

The enthusiasm of the people around him is really high, and it is not good if he refuses, "Why not, you scissors, stone cloth, who will win in the end, take a photo with me, okay, I really have something to do."

"Okay, okay, okay."

The decision was made soon, even in public classes, there were only one or two hundred people. The most important thing was that there were still many people who did not come, so the decision was made soon.

The final champion was a boy (I didn't expect it, it wasn't written as a woman). When he came to Ye Zimo, he looked so excited, "Sword Immortal, you are so handsome. Looking at the little girl who lived a good life, I felt an inexplicable pleasure in dying one by one. And the Yasukuni toilet was even more comfortable."

"This is what I should do. I have been disliked by the toilet. Okay, hurry up and take a photo. I have something to do after the photo."

"Okay, that's a problem."

After taking a photo of the person, Ye Zimo flashed away, for fear that something would happen again, so he really couldn't do it.

Everyone looked at him and disappeared in an instant, not surprised, it was a pity.

"Oh, I didn't expect to get it for him. Who is that? Can I send me a copy of this photo?" We thought that a technique called Ps is very simple, and one person can be pilled into another person.

"I warn you not to do anything randomly. I won't give this. You use other people's this to slander you, be careful that others will sue you. If the photos cannot be left online, then think about it. With the character of the ruthless Sword Immortal, do you think you will die?"

That man was not mentally retarded. It was very simple to push his glasses, so he sorted out a series of things. How many people can make up for the numbers in this school? (just like Zhang San possessed)

It is obvious that they had no consideration for this issue before and gave up on it, but they only felt regretful.

"No, I must give every class next time. I can't be so useless. Maybe I can take a photo with the sword fairy idol."

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Chapter completed!