"So Mingxin only realized that I was Senior Brother Bai when she saw the name on this mirror?"

Ling Xiao stood up, hugged his arms with both hands, and thought carefully.

Very strange.

He couldn't understand why what he left behind in the light ball was not a name in the real world, but an inexplicable "Bai Mu".

He was sure that he had never heard of this name, and there was no such person among all the people he had met since he was a child.

"Who is Bai Mu?"

Why does this name appear with me again?

Ling Xiao felt that every time he entered this space, he would encounter different problems. The more he came into contact with, the more things he would find that he didn’t know.

However, he couldn't guess these questions now, so he put them in his heart first and then left the space.

Real world.

In the bedroom, the night is as cool as water.

Ling Xiao opened his eyes, looked out his cell phone and found that it was already 2:12 in the middle of the night. He had to get up before seven in the morning. He had to hurry up and make up for his sleep.

"The Demon-Suppressing Sutra."

After lying down, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Although the method the little monk said was very risky, he might have to try it out, but before that, he had to prepare a lot of things.

When I go to Li Han’s martial arts hall on the weekend, I can buy all the missing things.

"There is only more than 100 yuan left, it should be enough, right?"

He recalled the things Mingxin mentioned, and did not know whether his shriveled wallet could be kept.

......

On Saturday, all the first and second year students in Xincheng High School have already had a holiday, and only the third graders are all making up for the class.

The situation in junior high school is similar. The junior high school students in the first and second grades of junior high school have no idea what tutoring is. However, the students in the third grade are now as hard as the seniors in the third grade.

There were more than half of the people on campus, but they seemed much more pure.

In the morning, Ling Xiao yawned into the classroom.

I didn't sleep for a few hours last night, and because of the "Spiritual Eye Art" in the past two days, my mental state has been not very good. Until now, I can only barely recover.

When he arrived at the seat, Lu Yao's condition was not much different from that of him.

"When will this end?"

As soon as Ling Xiao sat down, he heard Lu Yao sighing.

"Lao Ling, what university do you want to apply for after the college entrance examination? You don't want to take the martial arts exam."

Lu Yao supported his head with his right hand, yawned a big yawn, squinted his eyes, and tilted his head.

Who doesn’t work hard in the entire senior year of high school? Lu Yao can only look forward to a better life after college to comfort the dry spiritual world now.

"I don't know either."

Ling Xiao put his schoolbag into the drawer, took out the stationery bag, textbook, test paper, and exercise book.

He has not considered what university to take yet. With his current grades, it is a bit unsatisfactory to get a first-class student, and if he only goes to a second-class student, he will definitely not be willing to accept it.

Therefore, martial arts is the only way to turn things around.

However, I am afraid that Lu Yao will find it difficult to understand these things.

A senior high school student who has not yet awakened the power of qi and blood and has not even entered the threshold for a warrior. If you want to take the martial arts subject, isn't that a joke?

Even senior martial arts students like Li Han don’t feel that they have any chance.

"Don't just talk about me, where are you going to take the exam?"

Ling Xiao thought it was difficult to get a first-class student, but this deskmate was even worse than himself. He was the top few in the class and he had occupied a quota for a long time and was never given up.

"Damn, if you want to despise me, just say it clearly."

Lu Yao looked at Ling Xiao resentfully. Is there anyone who slapped the face in front of someone like this?

It’s not where I want to take the exam, but which school is willing to accept me.

"Lao Ling, do you think I'll have a show when I go to the Southwest Conservatory of Music?"

Lu Yao looked longing, "The Conservatory of Music, the school is full of long legs and beautiful girls. If they can pass the exam, they will be blessed in the next four years."

"You want to take this school?"

Ling Xiao was a little surprised.

Although Southwest Conservatory of Music is a second-tier school, it is still very famous in the province, and the requirements for cultural course scores are relatively low, as long as you pass the line.

But there is also a prerequisite, that is, your professional score must meet the standards.

But where do people like Lu Yao have any professional skills?

"What department do you want to take?"

"Of course it's the performance department."

Lu Yao raised his head and looked confident: "You said I am not bad either, right? Although you are taller than me, well, you are more than me..."

He gestured at Ling Xiao and found that what a fool is his deskmate? Not to mention the tall man who is 1.8 meters tall, he even has more muscles than him, but he is not strong.

It's very symmetrical.

"You are better than me."

He stammered unwillingly, "Anyway, I'm planning to take the acting exam. When my brother passes the exam in the future, I'll definitely leave you a lot of girl resources."

"Okay, then you can do it."

Ling Xiao smiled and didn't have the nerve to interrupt Lu Yao's daydream.

People who take the acting department start taking professional courses early, but they are not the ones who can pass the exam halfway through the road.

jingle.

The bell for morning reading class rang at this moment. Ling Xiao opened the Chinese textbook and began to memorize classical Chinese.

Lu Yao was still wandering around, and he might have dreamed that he had successfully entered the Conservatory of Music, and the expression on his face was indescribable.

"Oh."

Ling Xiao almost laughed out loud.

......

I had lunch in the cafeteria. Since it was Saturday, there were very few people and not many people queuing up.

The aunt who made the meal specially served Ling Xiao a spoonful of potatoes, which made Liao Fan and others, who were behind him, envious and jealous.

"Damn it, Lao Ling, you are living a pretty good life ahead of time."

After finding a seat to sit down, Liao Fan was so angry that he was so angry that he felt annoyed.

Damn it, isn't it just that I'm a little bit shrunk? He originally wanted to learn from Ling Xiao and asked the cook aunt to serve a spoonful of vegetables, but the other person didn't even have to birds themselves.

"puff."

Lu Yao had just eaten a bite of the rice, but almost spit it out.

He looked at Liao Fan's big face full of acne, and then compared Ling Xiao's side face next to him. The difference in appearance is too big.

Even if I am the aunt who makes food, I have to spit out Liao Fan's face.

If you are ugly, you will still be in trouble. If you don’t beat you to death, you are already considered to be of quality.

"Smile, you just laugh."

Liao Fan glared at Lu Yao hatefully, "Damn, this world of looking at faces is so desperate. Even my friends began to dislike me."

Ling Xiao just smiled and didn't interrupt.

"Liao Fan, is there any news on Class 7 in the past two days?"

He still paid attention to the scapegoat's actions.
Chapter completed!