When they arrived at State College, Yuzai did not give the three kings a chance in his own name. Instead, he used their fearless spirit to prepare the mission situation.
The army of Jiuxi Kingdom was still there, and he was holding the glowing dragon egg on the top floor, silently watching the teenagers who were lining up for rehearsal in front of him.
Their emotions were not as clear as yesterday. The frustration they felt when choosing a dragon for the first time made them feel nervous at the moment. At the same time, they also began to choose and plan their own journey as knights.
The scale of the event they attended today was not large, and they did not choose a conspicuous location like the square. Instead, they were brought to the inner lobby. The space here was even smaller. In the inner room, there was a tall knight sculpture.
"Selecting a dragon consumes resources. The academy provides a platform to allow you to better develop yourself.
“In the past, when the beast tribe and dragon tribe were selected, they would go to fight in the primeval forest and conquer their partners with violence and growth.
"These newborn dragon eggs are obtained by the Council for you and the dragon clan. I hope you will cherish this precious opportunity. Of course, there is no need to be discouraged if you fail. Selecting a dragon is just the beginning. No one can predict the end of the story.
"If you are really brave, what if you fail this time? Follow your ancestors and prove yourself in the jungle! Go get your number plate!"
The vice-principal present was dressed in black, with a solemn and low-key expression and a serious expression.
The principal and vice-principal have no higher or lower positions. They are just like the relationship between the Changhou and Prince Ke, with different authority.
As the leader of the armed struggle, the good students present were more afraid of the butcher in black than the principal in white.
The communication cost of the Dragon Selection Ceremony in the square is the empire’s welfare expenditure, which exists as a basic national policy and is financially absorbed.
But for Xiaozao, part of the communication cost is the college's own resources. Because of the strong interest relationship, their selection of quotas is also very cruel.
Generally speaking, those in the top 50 can get a second chance to choose the dragon even if they fail, but if you rely on it later, it depends on how many successes there are in front of you and what your qualifications are.
At yesterday's ceremony, only seven of the top fifty got what they wanted. In terms of elimination rate, it was quite cruel. However, what the staff didn't expect was that after fifty name tags were given out, there were still three who dressed up strangely. The college reached out to him.
"Teacher, you have forgotten us..." Bodhisattva smiled in embarrassment, with embarrassment and grievance in his tone.
The cuckold tugged at the corner of his clothes behind him, looking lonely.
"Brother..., the director may have forgotten, let's go..." Milk Bread said timidly.
Damn me!
The teacher gave himself a slap in the heart.
I made the wrong mindset again!
This fourth natural disaster of his is so incompetent! How could such an obvious vulnerability happen?
It's not that there weren't many delays, but when he was playing, he had missed looking at the list, so he didn't know who was participating in the second batch of dragon selections.
[System, exchange for brand names! 】
[Are you sure you don’t use the laws of time and space? 】
[What’s the point of playing with one point? 】
The Fourth Disaster waved his hand and chose the least costly method.
As for the true value, wouldn’t it be over if I stole it?
Then he smiled and took out his name tag, "Teacher has not forgotten you. I see your hard work, bravery and kindness. Good boy, don't be afraid, go and follow your right path!"
"Thank you, teacher, thank you so much!" Bodhisattva, with tears in his eyes, bowed and went to line up.
The students in front looked curiously at the three stinky old men behind them.
Damn it, where did this monster come from?
But as the cuckold raised his head, he also fell into sadness.
I really deserve to die!
I actually look down on civilians!
I despise my dirty soul!
The nobles in front felt the movement, turned around and took a deep breath!
Damn it! I really deserve to die!
I actually judge people by their appearance and secretly slander these lovely civilians!
Just like that, the dragon selection hadn't even started yet, and all the emo people queuing up behind were already there.
The vice principal frowned slightly.
Can this group of students do it? Is your mentality so fragile?
The cuckold's characteristic effect is activated.
At the forefront is the second most talented person in the school. His eyes are firm and his eyes are burning.
"Teacher, I want to try the perfect dragon egg!"
"Oh? Is it still the choice you made yesterday?" The teaching director's surname was Cao. He nodded slightly and said, "Is it intentional or accidental?"
"I am serious!"
"Okay." Fatty Cao smiled and started the dragon selection ceremony.
The genius held his head high and showed a confident smile.
He is bound to win.
"It failed. Next one."
Fatty Cao still had the same smile, but there was a little loneliness hidden deep in his eyes.
Young man, you have such a loud voice.
He drank tea, and slowly, it was the turn of the genius who competed with Yuya for the dragon egg yesterday.
He looked haggard and depressed, "Director, perfect level."
"Yeah. Choose a communication method."
"Drips of blood,"
"Oh? Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?"
Fatty Cao was smiling, while the supporting actor opposite him twitched his lips.
"Hmm. Not bad. Unknown dragon egg."
"Really?"
"Yes. I just feel that the inside of the dragon egg is very strange..."
"Thank you, director!" The supporting character was very happy and took away the dragon egg. Fatty Cao smiled and did not make too much noise.
Slowly, he was about to get off work, and when he was about to lift the formation, he suddenly saw three very familiar figures.
"you……"
"My mother died before I was born..."
"..." Fatty Cao's mouth twitched.
The cuckold shrimp looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. The milk bread looked like a snowy scene. He sprinkled some cotton on it, and there was a light blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. His clear eyes and sad fate attracted the attention of the audience.
Bodhisattva continued to act with a dog-headed guillotine: "My mother taught me to be a good person. She likes me to sing to her..."
"Ahem. Let's communicate." Fatty Cao shook his head, chose a gemstone from his ring and placed it in the formation.
"Wait! Aren't they the tail end of the crane? Why do they have a second chance to communicate!"
Ranked sixth, he jumped out holding his excellent dragon egg.
All the eyes of the audience were focused on him, making him feel that his image was getting taller and taller.
"Where did you three beggars come from?!"
"Be bold!"
"Yeah, get them quickly!" Hearing the sound of greeting, Lao Liu became even happier, but the next second, he was directly pressed to the ground.
? ?
The nameless supporting character was stunned!
No, why? !
"It turns out that we are not worthy..."
Milk Bread smiled crazily:
"We three brothers have no father or mother. We regard the school as our home and the mayor as our parents..."
