Seeing that the Lion Clan swordsman was finally allowed to pass after showing his application certificate to the administrator, the Lion Clan swordsman, who had swept away his previous resentment, did not forget to give me a grateful look at me who was behind him.

The lion swordsman swayed into the academy, and I, who followed me, applied for a visitor certificate to the administrator at this time.

The administrator sitting in the office was a human who looked a little older. The first thing I did after seeing me submit my application was not to review the information, but first pushed down the frame of my reading glasses, and then carefully looked at my appearance.

My friend is a new teacher at this school. Can you please apply for a visitor certificate for me so that I can go in and find her? The administrator's gaze made my face hurt a little, but my past experience in Demon City had already made me practice the two skills of acting and shamelessness until it was close to full, so I still looked calm on the surface.

Hearing what I said, the administrator finally withdrew his burning gaze, but the first syllable that appeared on the other party was snorting coldly, and then he said in a playful tone: Young man, please read the sign next to the door of the security room before submitting the application.

Oh. I touched my head. Since I followed Beatrice to the academy last time and did not pass the administrator's level, I didn't know the rules and had to follow the other party's instructions, search for signs on the wall of the security room, and read out the contents on it truthfully: advertisers and bards are not allowed to enter.

Nima, this is professional discrimination! What's the minstrel going to get in the way of you!

Very good, you see it now, so please go back. The administrator raised his fist at me and grinned and said viciously: I was still young back then, but a damn bard actually cheated my lollipop while I was young and ignorant. From then on, all the bards in the world have an irreconcilable hatred with me!

...So this sign was not established by the school?

I stood by myself, but I have not been expelled for more than 20 years, so I believe that the school must have acquiesced to my behavior. The old administrator looked cautious and gave a worship action to the statue in front of the courtyard, and then began to wave to drive me away: Go, you bards are the most troublesome. Anyway, what I am thinking about is how to show off and get other people's money into your own pockets. Why not go as far as I can before I get angry? Come here to harm young students less.

I also understood when I heard this. This old man is not a bad person. Although he set up a sign to satisfy his personal grievances on the one hand, he wanted to protect the mood of the students in the school. After all, most minstrels have no place to live. If they really go into the academy to commit crimes, as long as they can escape from it before the incident, the next thing will be that the sky will be high and the birds will fly.

Famous minstrels are artists, but unfamous will only be regarded as objects to be wary of by others.

Old man, I really have friends I know. I’m having a headache now. The school may be seeing that the administrator set up a sign with kindness, so he always pretended to be deaf and dumb and ignored it. The upper level only adopted cold measures to deal with it. Obviously, this is an attitude.

I have to drive away a dozen idle people who say you every day when I wait. The old man stepped onto the desk in the management room and said with disdain: What is the proof?

Uh, what?

Nonsense, of course, is a proof of your understanding with others!

I scratched my head and thought about what items were there that proved that I knew each other.

First of all, I naturally don’t have a teacher certificate. Besides, even if I really take out the items that Beatrice used, the name of Beatrice would not be engraved on the items... In this way, no one stipulated that I had to go to the college by going to the main entrance.

If you replace your thinking, the means you can use will increase a lot in an instant, such as borrowing the power of the elemental pupil, digging holes or invisibility, or even directly applying wind elements to fly into the yard, otherwise you will just take the student's carriage and then jump inside to take hostages to sneak into the academy.

Thinking of this, I suddenly slapped myself in the face. Why did I start to think about causing trouble again when I was not careful? Now I am a good citizen with a good view and can never do anything to steal.

Otherwise, please help me see if this thing can be used as proof? After thinking for a long time, I finally took out the love that Betrex gave me. In the end, there is only one item related to Betrex.

The administrator took the seed I handed over, took it up and down, took off his reading glasses and wiped it with a cloth, and then said in surprise: Isn’t this the love seed of the flower elf? Where did you get it from!

... Just say it was my friend. I reiterated it helplessly.

Don’t want to deceive me! The love that I thought was used to solve the problem had a negative effect. The old man slapped the table hard, and walked through the window to hold my collar with both hands. He said indignantly: Even the lower graders know that the flower elf will only love one partner in their life. You actually plan to use the word "friend" to perfunctory your relationship. So that's it, you little bastard, are you planning to eat it?!

Your brain-stimulating ability is too strong. Although my neck feels uncomfortable when I was pulled on my collar, I was too fucked by the old man, so I had to answer angrily: I just showed the proof according to your wishes.

Is it my fault?! The old administrator squirted my face and said, "You are so cruel that you can destroy the bud that has not yet bloomed. Humph, I believe you must have used despicable means in this process."

Very good, just talk slowly by yourself, I can enter the state of emptiation until you finish your imagination.

Not to mention anything else, the old administrator saw that I didn’t respond, but he actually played two roles and sang a one-man show.

Hi, cute little girl, my brother has a magic lollipop here.

Wow, it's great~

Come on, look at my brother's magic lollipop. No matter how you lick it, it will not decrease. On the contrary, it will become bigger and bigger.

Wow, it is not sweet at all, and there is a strange smell on it!

Uh, that's there, um oh oh oh oh!!!

Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

I watched the administrator play alone, and even if I saw an old man imitating Loli's voice, it would be very nauseous, but due to the unusually funny visual effect, I finally chose to continue to wait and see... If I could, I really wanted to do this, but someone who was pulling the corner of my clothes on the side didn't plan so.

Xu Mo, was he who stopped you outside the yard? As early as when my brother had a magic lollipop, Beatrice, who appeared when he said this, raised his head and observed the administrator's appearance, with a cold look as if he wanted to swallow it alive on the spot.

I have Alzheimer's disease, don't bother with him. I touched Beatrice's head, and except for us, all the students in the management office looked at him with sympathetic eyes that were wrapping their arms around them.

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Miscellaneous talk:

Oh, there seems to be nothing to say this time.

I always feel that once a person's emotions reach the extreme, his thinking will be broken.
Chapter completed!