Feng Feili was walking at the end and could hear clearly that he was completely speechless to the mentor who was half a year younger than him. I guess that Han Yue was even more speechless.
Students from various departments went to the square to gather, and came one after another, just like rivers running towards the sea, and the scene was extremely sensational.
Flags of various departments were erected in the square, and the students stood under the area of their departments in an orderly manner.
And at the very end is the art department, with a dark crowd in front of it, and there is no end.
"Wu Yue, why don't our department have flags?" Jing Hao looked around, the front was dark and the back was empty, and then asked in confusion.
"Student Dongfang, you can usually call my name, but on important occasions, please call me a mentor." Wu Yue said with a serious face, but his serious expression did not match his tender face at all.
, even a bit funny.
"Okay, mentor Wu Yue, why?" Jing Hao said reluctantly. He really didn't want to call Wu Yue the mentor.
"Student Dongfang, have you seen someone behind our department?" Wu Yue asked.
"No." Jing Hao looked back again, there was no one.
"Since there is no one next time, who will the tree be a flag for you?" Wu Yue rolled her eyes, looking like you were an idiot.
"Uh? That's it." Jing Hao was completely speechless.
The rising sun is like fire, illuminating the sky and the earth.
Thousands of students gathered in the square, but there was no chaos or noise at all. They bathed in the rising sun with a serious and solemn expression.
After a while, all the students arrived. In an instant, there was no sound of footsteps in the square and they were waiting quietly.
Suddenly, a howling sound came from the sky, and the students looked up one after another, showing a look of surprise and respect.
A huge white crane cut through the sky. Its feathers were snow-white, without any variegated color. Its head was a little bright red, its huge wings spread out, hovering in the air, as light as a cloud.
On its white back was an old man. The old man was covered in a snow-colored robe, with a red face and bright eyes, like an immortal riding a crane, stepping on a colorful cloud.
"Old man Mu Feng likes to show off." Wu Yue shook her head and muttered.
"Ah? Then the old man is the principal?" Jing Hao said in surprise. What a beautiful white crane, so imposing.
The white crane roared and swooped down, drawing a graceful arc, landing accurately into the center of the platform, bent down to let the old man come down.
The students' respectful eyes became even more enthusiastic. The principal is one of the few venerables on the Xuantian Continent. He has the ability to destroy the world at the eighth level. Some strong people can't reach the seventh level even though they spend their entire lives. Not to mention
Say eighth order.
"Welcome to the principal." Several major tutors from colleges and universities on the stage came forward to greet them.
Mu Feng smiled and nodded, then walked to the podium and paid tribute to the students below.
"Welcome to the principal." The students in the audience leaned over and said in admiration, their voices resounded through the sky, soaring into the sky, as energetic as the rising sun.
"Thank you, welcome freshmen from all over the world to attend Lance College and to the students who are still working tirelessly. Today, I am standing on this stage to talk to the students. It is my blessing to be grateful to Feng..."
The old man's voice was not loud, but it was enough to spread throughout the square because the students were too focused.