Ninety-seventh bowl of soup (six)

I took out a few homework randomly and saw that it was like this. The dean's face was not very good after reading it. Even if he had some understanding of Qinghuan's abilities, even if Qinghuan could do it, what about the students? How could the students complete her homework? Not to mention being a fourth-class planet, even aristocratic students on the first-class planet could not do it! This homework was assigned to play, why can't I see a little sincerity?

"How to use mental power to control the mecha"

Although it is a little bit beyond the syllabus for new students, it really matters. After all, students will start learning this when they reach the fourth grade.

How to use mental power to manipulate other people's talents

This is nonsense, right?! Is this possible? What a joke?!

Not to mention other whimsical topics left, the dean almost fainted in his eyes. He resisted the opposition and gave Qinghuan the qualification of a mentor, but this does not mean that she can just mess around. What is this not just a nonsense? This kind of homework is left to the first-grade new students to do? What is she thinking in her mind? Is this possible? Not to mention a student, even a senior tutor in the spiritual department cannot do the latter!

It’s just making things difficult for the students! Is there a difference between whether the students accept such homework? Anyway, I can’t do it!

"Teacher Meng." The dean tried his best to restrain his deep anger, "I think you need to give me some explanation."

"There is nothing to explain." Qing Huan said. "This is the homework I assigned. They don't come to class so they don't know. This is very natural. I'm going to go to some mediocre people to learn some fur. Is this their own choice?"

She bluntly called some mentors as mediocre, and during this period she glanced at the young couple coldly, thinking that they didn't exist. Smile? Why do you laugh? Thinking that you can bring her down with this homework and not keep your grades? Don't dream.

The dean felt that she was really bold and reckless, and he couldn't help but regret why he hired such a person who did his own things. She didn't listen to what he said at all, right?

Qinghuan said to him: "Don't worry, you will see the final decision on the day of the game. If Taichu doesn't win the first place, I will resign myself and take Taichu out by the way, so as not to make the people on the lower planet dirty the noble and cold land of your Royal Academy."

After saying that, she smiled at the dean, turned around and left, completely treating the others as nothing.

The previous female tutor was furious and wanted to argue but was stopped by the dean. After all, she was a capable young tutor. The dean was not willing to destroy the person directly. She sighed and said, "This matter will be like this for the time being, and we will talk about it until the game is over."

Although he said that, he was still a little worried. Can Teacher Meng do it? His own strength is of course nothing, but the dean is worried that a person's strength does not mean that she is suitable to be a teacher. Moreover, the student's physique and talent are limited, which is equivalent to having a discarded card in his hand. How can Teacher Meng make this discarded card become king?

Is there such a possibility?

The other mentors had extremely excellent and talented students, the fourth-class planet... The dean sighed. He had done his best. If there was any problem with the competition, it would be the military order made by Qinghuan himself.

Time flies. On the day of the competition, the first-grade new students changed into combat costumes. The academy matched each of them with a combat mode. Although it is a competition, I hope everyone can show all their strength. The combat costumes are all initially colored, pure white, with only the instructor number printed on the chest and back.

"It's like, you don't have to be too serious about gains and losses, and it's nothing to lose." Qinghuan sorted out Taichu's collar and said so.

Taichu was originally a steady person, but this game was related to the future fate of their teachers and students. Whether to stay or be driven away, he did not dare to relax at all. The teacher did help him improve his physique, but he had never fought with anyone, and he didn't know if he could do it.

After Qinghuan sorted out his collar, she turned around and left, waved her hand, and was calm and composed. She really didn't care about the outcome of winning or losing, not to mention that she didn't think Taichu would lose. The brain was played by her. There was a mecha battle mode in the simulation cabin of the academy. Taichu had been thrown in by her and I don't know how many times she had experienced it. The mecha could still be controlled, let alone a human being? Or a group of freshmen.

The mentors are in the stands, with a huge field in the middle, and rows of black and shiny mechas are ready. Even if the freshmen are discussing, the college will provide the best resources, because today's talents may be the pillars of the new universe in the future, and they will open up new paths for them and make them evolve more perfectly.

According to convention, there are other students from the academy in the stands, as well as nobles who come to see, descendants of the Creator and... His Majesty the Emperor.

His Majesty the Emperor comes every few years, and the interval is not very long. Anyone who is admired by him in the competition will eventually become outstanding talents in the new universe without exception. Therefore, for the students, especially civilian students, this is a good opportunity to make a name for themselves.

"His Majesty the Emperor."

The college tutors and students bowed one by one, put their right hands on their chests and bowed, with only one exception.

Following the Emperor's gaze, the dean almost fainted. Why is it her again? Why are she causing trouble every day!

He hurriedly shouted: "Master Meng! Your Emperor is here!"

His Majesty the Emperor looked at the back and felt a little familiar. When the man turned around and smiled at him, he could not suppress the joy that rose from the bottom of his heart. He strided over the crowd and hugged her in full view of everyone: "Qinghuan!"

"Long time no see." Qinghuan was also very happy. She patted King on the shoulder, "His Majesty the Emperor."

The words of teasing made King laugh. When Qinghuan first met him, he was a gentle and steady young man. Although he has grown many years, his appearance has not changed much. He is still handsome and dazzling, and has a noble temperament. The only difference is that there are faint lines on the corners of his eyes, and his eyes are more calm and mature. From this, it can be seen that he is not a teenager who is ignorant of the world, but a person who has experienced the changes of time and has changed.

Qing Huan read the history textbook, which said that in order to wipe out mechanical life bodies and drive them into wormholes, the Creators paid a huge price, and King almost died in that battle. For King today, all his former companions were gone, and he was only himself left by his side, so he was so excited to see Qing Huan. Although they didn't walk side by side for a long time, in his heart, she will always be his loyal companion and friend.

Qinghuan's waist was almost broken by his hugging, and she groaned: "I know you're very happy to see me, but can you let me go first? I'm going to be broken in half by you."

King then realized his loss of composure and quickly let go. The two of them sat down. King did not go to his exclusive seat, but sat next to Qinghuan: "I have many things I want to ask you."

For example, why did you leave without saying goodbye? What did you discover at that time? What was the relationship between the companion who appeared later and you? Why did you come back now? Will you leave after you come back?

Wait and wait.

There are too many, so I don’t know where to ask the best.

The two of them had a great time talking, and the eyes of the others were shocked! Although His Majesty the Emperor was easy-going, he was very alienated and never approached. So far, he had not appointed a queen and had not used his own genes to nurture the next generation. But what did they see now? His Majesty the Emperor actually chatted and laughed with a girl, and he looked very familiar with him?

What is this person’s origin?

When Qinghuan became a mentor, no one believed that she was really capable. Most people guessed that she came in through the back door. A few people saw videos on the Internet, but they didn’t believe that it was true. Now that technology is so advanced, who can tell the truth? But everyone is still guessing that Qinghuan is the dean’s little lover. But she didn’t expect that her backer was actually His Majesty the Emperor?!

This is too fantasy!

"That, is your student?"

King's eyes were sharp-eyed. After all, in the venue, there was only one with a white combat suit that was circling up from the legs of his trousers. It was only one. It was different, very similar to her.

"His name is Taichu, he is a fourth-class person." Qinghuan said. "Is that combat suit very good?"

King laughed: "Good."

They had fought side by side together, and Qinghuan also wore combat uniforms, but without these patterns, she had not forgotten that short but very happy time. King looked at Qinghuan, as she was looking at the venue, the ecstasy in his heart made him unable to tell what he was thinking. He had been lonely for too long and too long. His former companions died one by one, leaving him alone. Those past full of glory, courage and sacrifice are now only in history textbooks, which really made him feel lost.

"Who do you think will get the first place today?" Qing Huan asked.

King didn't even think about it: "Your student."

She immediately smiled: "He is a fourth-class planet."

"Human potential and talent are unlimited, and I never underestimate anyone."

The competition was subject to group elimination system and the lottery was decided. Qinghuan glanced at the couple who had sued the wrongdoing on the seat from the corner of his eyes. He probably hated her. Who told her not to give her a quota to participate or to transfer mentors? Now she could only be an audience. She was so frustrated that she was extremely resentful to Qinghuan. But today she saw that His Majesty the Emperor was familiar with her and began to regret why she provoked such a person. If she had known it, she would have been close. If she could get the appreciation of His Majesty the Emperor, that would be a step to reach the sky!

Children are children, and even if they live for decades or hundreds, they are still children. Although they are civilians, their living standards are still far higher than those of the lower-level planets. Because of this, many people still have not grown up until they are one or two hundred years old.
Chapter completed!