Although Qinghe is old, he is well-maintained, has no wrinkles, and is kind and easy to get along with.
"Very good, very good. With Luo'er's help, my uncle will have much more leisure in the future."
Ling Luo smiled and nodded.
Next, Ling Luo followed Yan Biao to the seventh floor of the book tower, took out the treasured orphan books from the deadwood box left by the previous principal, and gave them to Jie.
With Yan Bao's special care, Jie no longer has to stay on the second floor to clean the book tower, and can free up a lot of time to practice.
After everything was settled and it was getting dark, Ling Luo left the library tower and returned to Xuanzi Pavilion. She stopped practicing and had a good sleep with her head covered.
The next day, Ling Luo slept until she woke up naturally. All the muscles and bones in her body felt incredibly comfortable.
She got up and freshened up briefly, and then saw Xuanyuan Yu in the yard.
"Luo'er, you are really a lazy little cat who likes to sleep." Xuanyuan Yu sat on the edge of the stone table, drinking tea in a leisurely manner.
Ling Luo rolled her eyes and said, "Did you climb over the wall again?"
"It's not the first time anyway, what do you care about?" Xuanyuan Yu's lips curled up slightly, his bright pupils shining.
"Okay." She was helpless.
Ling Luo raised her head, stretched out her hand, put it in front of her eyes, and said, "Why is the sun so bright this morning?"
"What?!" Ling Luo exclaimed, eyes widening in disbelief, "Then the competition isn't..."
Xuanyuan Yu nodded and said, "Yes, the competition has started for a while."
Ling Luo gritted his teeth: "Then why didn't you wake me up earlier?"
"You sleep so deeply and soundly, how can I bear to wake you up." Against the light, Xuanyuan Yu smiled harmlessly.
Ling Luo grabbed Xuanyuan Yu's sleeve and dragged him out of the door.
"what?"
"Hurry to the Sky Arena!"
So, without even having time to eat breakfast, Ling Luo took Xuanyuan Yu and trotted all the way to the Sky Arena.
In this competition, the three grades are divided into three teams.
This morning's game is a competition between the first and second graders, and the remaining people will compete with the third graders in the afternoon.
From a fair point of view, it may be unfair, but the final candidate will definitely be the strongest.
When Ling Luo ran to the edge of the largest competitive stage, he realized that the first-year students had been severely suppressed.
The person on the stage now is Su Ze.
He was using a spear in his hand, and as soon as he made a move, it was cut in half by the long sword of a second-grade and third-level martial artist on the opposite side.
Su Ze himself was kicked directly out of the arena by a heavy kick.
"It's rubbish, it's really rubbish." The second-year senior who won the competition looked up and laughed on the stage.
Shi Yi, the first-year dean of students in the audience, had a pale face, while the deputy dean sitting next to him, Jing Chen, the second-year dean of students, had a red face.
"Teacher Shi, actually when Dean Han proposed this competition proposal, I already felt that there is no need for first-year students to participate. The difference in strength is too big, and it would be a waste of our time to select."
Shi Yi's face was ashen and stone-faced, and he said coldly: "What are you talking about, Vice President? It's just that you lost a game."