After a brief rest, the two of them locked the door and wandered around Shrek Academy in order to familiarize themselves with the environment.

Passing by the teaching building, thinking that his class classification was still unclear, Qian Lingjun squeezed through the crowd and saw the notice saying: Zhou Yi, the head teacher of the first class of freshmen, Zhou Yi, the head teacher of the second class of freshmen...

The head teacher of the ninth class of freshmen, Hibiscus.

Zhou Yi?! I remember that Huo Yuhao was directly assigned to the freshman class because he registered early.

Zhou Yi's education method was very unique and left a deep impression on Qian Lingjun. After all... only one in 10 students who teach a third grade student successfully promoted to fourth grade!

What the hell is this concept? Only one out of ten people can successfully advance to the next grade.

Even if students have some problems, it is impossible for nine out of ten students to have problems!

He was said to be a monster teacher, but he actually expelled all the disobedient and non-top students.

As for the teaching level, I can’t tell much about it. After all...gold can shine wherever it is, and true geniuses are geniuses wherever they are.

And I and Qian Renxue spent several days in the Star Dou Forest in order to hunt for the soul rings. I guess they must be in the latter classes!

Counting from back to front, sure enough, Qian Lingjun saw his and Qian Renxue's names in the list of the ninth class of freshmen.

"Freshman Class 9... Oh, it's Teacher Mu Jin who doesn't have a problem with Zhou Yi. Don't worry! If you make a bet with Zhou Yi again this year, you will definitely win!"

"What are you looking at?" Qian Renxue followed and glanced at the bulletin board, surprised: "Are we here so late? We are actually in Class 9!"

"Well, not only that, there is also a descendant of an acquaintance of yours!" Qian Lingjun smiled and pointed at the list of the ninth class of freshmen on the bulletin board.

"Descendant of an acquaintance?" Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, then she came to her senses. She chuckled and said through the message: "You are talking about Ning Tian from the Qibao Glazed Sect, right?"

"She is not a descendant of Ning Rongrong, but at most a descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. When Ning Rongrong ascended to the God Realm, she and Oscar did not leave a child for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"Oh! Didn't Ning Rongrong leave any descendants of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?" Qian Lingjun thought for a while and said with a gloating smile:

"In other words, in addition to losing two Sect Protector Douluo and spending a lot of money to buy the right to use hidden weapons for several years, Ning Fengzhi didn't even pass down the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda...Pfft, what's this big complaint?

Plant it?! Hahaha!"

"He is indeed a great grievance, but I think it is worse than Dugu Bo who worked so hard for Tang San, but failed to catch a single immortal plant, used Tang San's plan to wipe out the family, and died miserably in the end. The family martial spirit was not passed down, and the clan was wiped out. It's so miserable." Qian Renxue nodded, agreeing with Qian Lingjun's statement. She only mentioned Dugu Bo because the green scene in Jialing Pass really made her remember it for ten thousand years.

"If you insist on saying that, then I have to mention that Ma Hongjun's wife Bai Chenxiang! If you meet someone who is not kind, if you meet a man who takes the first-level god test because he doesn't work hard and can pass the second-level god test, the god king expresses

I don’t care, I will just die in the lower world in the end..."

Qian Lingjun was talking, but found that the smile on Qian Renxue's face also disappeared.

Damn it, I forgot that this sister who blew herself up will die of old age in the end. This is considered to have covered the friendly forces with artillery...

"Sister, I didn't mean to expose your scar, I just said it casually, don't be angry!" Qian Lingjun lowered his head and apologized honestly. Qian Renxue didn't react at all, and reached out to pick up Qian Lingjun.

The cheek comforted:

"Why should I be angry now that I'm alive?!"

"Then...it's still early, why not go to the classroom and see the teacher!" Qian Lingjun walked sideways out of the crowd, pulling Qian Renxue towards the classroom of the ninth class of freshmen students.

Before they entered the door, the two heard someone in the classroom memorizing names: Wu Feng, Ning Tian...Wang Dayu, Yang Xuan...Bai Xue, Bai Jun...Niu Chu...

Dong dong dong…

Qian Lingjun gently knocked on the door three times. After a few seconds, the sound of memorizing words in the room suddenly stopped, and then a clear voice came: "Come in!"

Walking into the room, a beautiful woman about thirty years old hurriedly put the messy things on the table into the drawer, then stood up and looked at Qian Lingjun and asked: "What's wrong? Are you in any trouble?

?"

"No, teacher, we just saw on the bulletin board that we were assigned to the ninth class of freshmen, so we came here to take a look." Qian Lingjun waved to Mu Jin with a low eyebrow, looking like a good and harmless baby.

.

"Are you assigned to the ninth class of freshmen? If you read your class correctly, then I will be your teacher!"

Although Mu Jin is not young, she can definitely be described as young and beautiful. She smiled and asked: "What are your names? I happen to have a list of students here and can confirm it for you."

"Thank you for your hard work, teacher!" Qian Lingjun pointed at himself and then at Qian Renxue: "My name is Bai Jun, and my sister's name is Bai Xue!"

"Let me Kangkang..." Mu Jin took the student list and simply scanned it, nodded and said: "Well, you are indeed students of the ninth class of freshmen, and I am Mu Jin, the teacher of the ninth class of freshmen."

"Hello, Teacher Mu!" Qian Lingjun pulled Qian Renxue and bowed lightly to Mu Jin.

"By the way, can you tell me why the soul power level column in your student information is empty?" Mu Jin looked at the student list again and asked in confusion.

"Perhaps we are afraid that our talents are too good and we will feel frustrated if others know about them, so we deliberately don't write them down!" Qian Renxue smiled slightly, obviously understanding something.

"It's not convenient for you to tell me what your soul power levels are! I know a little more, so I feel a little more confident." Mu Jin asked unwillingly.

Qian Lingjun glanced at Qian Renxue, as if he wanted to know Qian Renxue's opinion. Qian Renxue nodded slightly and replied: "My sister and I are both third-ring soul masters! I am thirty-three, and she is third.

Level 12."

"Three-ring soul master!" Mu Jin's eyes flashed, and then he glanced at the student level named Ning Tian on the list, and the corner of his mouth raised an astonishing arc.

If nothing else goes wrong, when it comes to the freshman exam, there will be three soul masters in my class!

There are three seed teams separated and merged into one championship team. Alas, it seems that the championship of this year’s freshman class will definitely go to my freshman class 9!

I am the only one in my grade who has been promoted to a senior professional title!

Oh, why don’t you go to the hotel and book a few tables now!

Thinking of this, the smile on Mu Jin's face became more and more unrestrained. She stepped forward and patted Qian Renxue and Qian Lingjun on the shoulders, and said with emotion: "Two classmates, if you have any difficulties, remember to come to the teacher. The teacher will try his best."

Might help you!"

"Don't worry, teacher, we will definitely do it! We have to go to other places to see, so we won't disturb the teacher's work. Goodbye, teacher."
Chapter completed!