"Okay, you nine-tails!" Zhao Xingjian was so angry that he was about to stand up, but was forced to stand up by Xing Yan, "Save your energy for me to fight on the field." With that, he walked to Wei Huan's side and pressed his hand.

On his desk, he gave orders to a group of students, "Now gather downstairs and prepare to go to Zhehu Building for the physical examination."

Yang Ling followed and recited, "Zhe Gong Tower..."

"Oh my god... I'm going to the Broken Arm Building again." Wei Huan whispered, but Yang Ling gave him a sharp look, "Who are you talking about having a broken arm?"

Wei Huan's smile was full of desire for survival, "I, I."

When everyone was about to leave the classroom, Xing Yan knocked on Wei Huan's desk twice and said, "Come with me."

It’s over. I’m definitely not allowed to participate.

Wei Huan kept convincing himself.

Don't be disappointed, don't be disappointed. Being a spectator in the stands can make it easier to find the demon patterns of Qinghe.

He suddenly thought of Yun Yongzhou, and he didn't know why.

Regarding the blood contract...if it doesn't work, just leave it alone. It seems that I won't be able to get the library permission for a while.

Xing Yan walked all the way to the corner of the corridor and suddenly stopped. Wei Huan, who was worried, stopped him and bumped into the head teacher's back.

"I won't beat around the bush with you. Originally, the academy didn't allow you to participate in the competition."

Wei Huan nodded as expected, but when he heard the word "original", his little head suddenly raised, "Original..."

Xing Yan patted the application form in his hand on Wei Huan's chest, "I helped you apply to the college."

He took the application and looked down. It was indeed the application drafted by Xing Yan. To his surprise, the signature at the bottom was actually Principal Bai's.

"At first, the academy disagreed. It believed that you did not meet the requirements to enter the combat preparation group and there was no need to participate in the simulation competition. This would instead lower the combat effectiveness of your teammates and affect the performance of others."

Xing Yan crossed his arms and said, "But you are lucky. Yang Ling and Yan Shanyue, who have gone on practical missions with you before, came to me specifically, hoping to let you participate. As for me, I don't want to be in my class either.

Any student left with regrets.”

"However, even if this is the case, the college leader still disagrees." He raised his eyebrows, "I can only go to the principal. Fortunately, our principal is a reasonable and good leader."

He could see how surprised Wei Huan was at this moment, so he patted him on the shoulder, "He also asked me to tell you that you have to work hard!"

It was obviously just a thin application form, but when Wei Huan held it in his hand, he felt it was worth a thousand pounds. He was always used to making jokes to cover up all his emotions, and for a moment he didn't know what to say or what to use.

Faced with such an expression, I could only hold the piece of paper tightly and say, "Thank you, teacher."

Xing Yan patted his arm hard and said, "If you really mess up on the court, as soon as the game is over, you will pack up and leave our combat preparation team. There is no need to discuss!"

Wei Huan looked up and saw Yang Ling flapping her little wings and hiding behind a tree in the distance. The moment she met Wei Huan's eyes, she was so frightened that she fell down and was caught by Yan Shanyue who was leaning under the tree. A slight smile

Startled, the man in his arms blushed.

His heart was filled with something, so full that it was like a swaying hydrogen balloon that would soon float.

Wei Huan turned to look at Xing Yan, showing a boyish smile.

"I promise I won't embarrass you!"

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