Fang S-level Qingnuan really wanted to cry at this time.
Does this mean that the power of the law in the book is at work, preventing her from deviating from the character's inevitable fate? How come I can be disturbed by Janeve when I apply to change dormitories, and I can bump into her when I apply to transfer to a college!
At this time, the god of plague himself had no idea. After getting the consent of the dean, he trotted to her side, held her hand and said a series of "I'm sorry" mixed with "嘤嘤嘤", crying so hard that it was like a pear blossom with rain. I feel pity for you.
"It has nothing to do with you." Fang Qingnuan wanted to throw her hand away. It was really embarrassing to be dragged by someone she didn't know. Unexpectedly, Dean Mandela next to him had a smile on his face, thinking that she was going to be impressed. ?
But she underestimated the power of a B-level physique. A C-level chick would just be crushed and rounded by Janeve's claws. Janeve not only held her hand tighter, but also hugged her, and said to Mandela with tears in her eyes: "Dean, please give Xiao Nuan's first place back to her. Now the students are all He was scolding me, I was whining, I didn’t want to grab it, I really didn’t whine..."
"Scolding you?" Dean Mandela's face darkened and he said angrily, "The decision to keep your first place was made by the principal. Who are those students questioning?"
Janeve smiled bitterly and said: "It's not Xiao Nuan's problem after all. Her S-level was witnessed by many people." She sighed and continued in a milky voice that made her cry loudly, "I have already discussed it with dad. After that, I plan to donate a sum of money to the remote star test center so that they can maintain and update the test equipment to prevent things like Xiaonuan from happening again."
Mandela handed her a pack of tissues and looked at her eyes softly and far away, as if he was looking at another person through Janeve: "You did a good job, child. If your mother is still alive, she will Proud of you.”
Hearing her mother's words, Janeve, who was about to stop crying, started sobbing violently again, which made Fang Qingnuan very angry.
Just saying something with a gun and a stick is all it takes to make it clear that you suspect that I am inciting others to attack you. You are a pure and beautiful little white flower, and I have to be the lemon spirit who makes trouble for the sake of the false reputation of being number one?
"Fang Qingnuan, Janeve is so considerate of your hometown, it should calm your anger." Dean Mandela found a tricky angle to persuade.
Janeve immediately echoed: "No, teacher, I don't ask Xiaonuan to forgive me, I just don't want to see her act out of anger."
Mandela made another strange move and said: "I don't care about you getting a blank paper in the written test, and you should stop taking it seriously."
Janeve nodded repeatedly: "Xiao Nuan, if you are still angry, just hit me. Don't bet on your future. Places like the School of Nutritional Sciences are only for low-level mentalists at the bottom of the crane."
"Haha, haha, hahahaha..." Seeing that the two of them had a perfect tacit understanding of their combos, and if they didn't interrupt, they would be killed by the CPU. Fang Qingnuan simply broke the pot, and instead of pretending to be frightened, she laughed hysterically. Today, let You interstellar people have seen the characteristics of China - naughty children making trouble!
"Shut up!" She pushed Janeve away with all her strength. Seeing that the other party staggered and was about to fall, she took the lead and lay down on the ground.
Looking up at Dean Mandela, whose eyes were still wide-opened by the scene just now, she shouted heartbreakingly: "I - say - I want! Change! Professional! Professional!"
"How unbecoming of you, do you know what you are doing?" Dean Mandela took a step forward to pull her up. He hesitated after extending his hand, and finally withdrew his hand and said to Janeve, who was standing beside her. "Janeve, pull her up quickly."
"Huh?" Janeve, as the eldest lady who has been educated in aristocratic etiquette since she was a child, although she is very thoughtful, has never seen such a common citizen's behavior, and she did not react immediately.
When she reached out to pull someone, Fang Qingnuan swung her tail like a lying carp, tripping Janeve down first, then pulling her hair with one hand and tearing Mandela's trouser legs with the other, ignoring the screams of the two. , fluttering on hands and feet and shouting loudly: "Change my major! Change my major! I want to change my major!"
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Fang Qingnuan looked at the mirror in the elevator, smoothed her somewhat scattered forehead hair, and took off the large black-framed thick-lens glasses that were placed on the bridge of her nose and inspected them carefully to make sure that they had not been damaged by the drop just now. .
This body is 70% similar to hers in high school, except that it is paler and skinnier, and looks somewhat malnourished. In addition, he had lost a lot of mental energy just now, and the little face reflected in the mirror was pale and without any color.
Thinking of the embarrassment of Janeve and Mandela being tortured by him, Fang Qingnuan gave a sarcastic smile. Originally, she just wanted to pretend to be crazy and act silly and cause trouble in the college, but the dean didn't agree and went to the principal to appeal. Who knew that those two people actually tried to control her with mental power.
Although she, an outsider, didn't know how to use her mental power, the conditioned reflex of her body's self-preservation actually existed. As soon as Janeve and Mandela's spiritual power came closer, she felt a mysterious force flowing in her body, and then took away most of her physical strength, and her head was buzzing.
Fortunately, in comparison, the two people who struck first were even worse off. Janeve fainted from the pain. Although Mandelaman's mental strength level was A+, she had been pampered for too long, and she tasted the bitter consequences of underestimating the enemy in actual combat.
Falling to the ground with a cold sweat on his face, Dean Mandela tried his best to restrain the trembling all over his body, reluctantly took the application form and pen handed to him by Fang Qingnuan, and signed the consent column. His name was so powerful that it even penetrated the paper.
Staring at Fang Qingnuan's slowly leaving figure, she spoke with an angry tone and issued a stern warning to the disobedient student: "S-level, you will regret your choice."
"Beep!" "Beep——!"
Two beeps, one long and one short, sounded almost simultaneously, coming from the elevator arriving on the first floor and the terminal on Fang Qingnuan's wrist.
She walked out of the elevator and opened the newly received notification email: "Student Fang Qingnuan, your application for changing majors has been approved. From now on, you will officially transfer from the School of Spiritual Healing - Spiritual Awakening and Therapy major to the School of Nutritional Sciences - Nutrition and Science major. Once the major transfer result takes effect, there is no right to change it twice. Please report to the college office of the new major within 3 days!"
Haha, it’s troublesome to go through the process, isn’t it very efficient?
Fang Qingnuan did not relax her vigilance because of the stage victory, but immediately applied to the AI assistant assigned to her by the new college to move out of the dormitory and rent a house outside.
Her intuition told her that neither Dean Mandela nor Janeve were generous people, and they would not let this matter go so easily.
Just now, she accidentally exposed the strength that the original owner seemed to have deliberately hidden. I don't know if it was a blessing or a curse.
Fang Qingnuan, besides S-level, how many secrets do you hide?
