Principal Wang walked over, took a deep look at Zhou Yue, and lowered his voice: "Low-key, be cautious, don't be impulsive and cause trouble recently."
Zhou Yue's heart moved, and he quietly released his telekinesis and scanned Principal Wang.
Realm: Second Transformation Realm.
Zhou Yue was secretly surprised.
Principal Wang Guojun is actually also a nian cultivator.
No wonder Wang School was able to invite Song Yuxin to be the director of telekinesis for half a month.
Although Song Yuxin also needs a temporary identity to perform tasks, it must be related to the fact that Wang Xiao himself is a practitioner.
Zhou Yue nodded: "Thank you, principal, I understand."
Principal Wang showed a gratified smile: "In this year, what I am most optimistic about is not Xia Tianlu Shu, Zhang Zerui, or Ming Xiaoyu, but you. You are similar to Fang Weitong last year. I hope you will choose a better one."
He has a better way. What is your telekinesis value now? Is it close to 90?"
"More than a little."
Zhou Yue thought to himself that since the principal asked me to keep a low profile and be cautious, I won't bother you with the truth.
Even the principal of Wang Guojun couldn't help but be shocked: "What! Over 90? I just asked casually. Zhou Yue, you... you are really not low-key. Go ahead, go ahead."
Seeing the old principal's pleased but somewhat complicated expression, Zhou Yue was quite touched.
A second-level cultivator, as long as he is willing, can obtain huge power and wealth in the urban areas on the ground. It is not just about being a high school principal and teaching and educating people for decades.
Wang Xiao's choice made Zhou Yue admire him deeply.
Admiration is admiration, Zhou Yue has many wonderful visions and plans for his future, but they do not include becoming a teacher.
After Zhou Yue walked out of the physical fitness center, he did not leave the school directly. Instead, he walked into the teaching area and walked to the classroom of Class 7, Grade 3.
There are less than five minutes left before the end of the first class in the afternoon. The most important cultural exam in life is approaching, and the students are no longer looking forward to the end of get out of class.
A classmate in the front row of Class 2, Grade 2, who was sitting by the window, saw a figure walking by out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to look curiously.
His eyes flashed with excitement, and he couldn't help shouting: "Look! Zhou Yue!"
The word "Zhou Yue" sounded, and more than fifty pairs of eyes in the class turned around at the same time, looking at the handsome young man outside the window. Excitement, envy and admiration appeared on each face, and some students even couldn't help but whisper to each other, "
Words such as "Zhou Yue", "Psychic Power" and "Legacy Academy" kept coming from their mouths.
Various deeds about Zhou Yue, such as "distinguishing water with breath", "breaking the fourth level of state of mind", "outsmarting Director Huang" and "100 breaths of extreme pressure" have already spread throughout Nanhe City No. 2 Middle School, and are not limited to the third year of high school.
Today, Zhou Yue has become a banner figure in the training team of Nanhe No. 2 Middle School, just like Fang Weitong last year.
Among the three recognized banner figures in No. 2 Middle School, Xia Tiantian has the highest value, Ming Xiaoyu is the most mysterious, and Zhou Yue is evaluated as the most down-to-earth.
The teacher on the podium glanced at Zhou Yue who was walking through the classroom complicatedly, then knocked on the podium and said loudly: "What are you looking at! Is it useful to look at him? What is his level, and what is your level? You and I
How many times have I said that with your level and level of effort, you don’t have to dream about going to Heritage College early in the morning. Study hard in cultural courses and strive to get into a good university. This is your way out!"
Zhou Yue, who had already reached the door of Class 7, Grade 3, suddenly laughed when he heard the teacher's words.
More than a month ago, I seemed to have heard similar words.
When the bell rang, Yin Chenliang, Wang Yuan and Chen Xin rushed out of the classroom immediately and surrounded Zhou Yue excitedly.
"Ah Yue, I haven't seen you for several days! Are the training team tired?" Yin Chenliang went to pat Zhou Yue on the shoulder as usual, but suddenly stopped when he reached out halfway, smiled awkwardly, and put down his arm.
Ever since Zhou Yue became famous in the school training team, the four of them have gradually drifted apart, with very few opportunities to interact, let alone hanging out together like before.
Not only did Zhou Yue have to prepare for the Telepathy Selection Competition, but the three of them also had to prepare for the Federal Cultural Examination.
Today Zhou Yue came to see him specially, and Yin Chenliang and the others already felt that they were very proud.
In particular, almost all the students in the third grade of high school ran out of the classroom and watched Zhou Yue from a distance. This scene made Yin Chenliang, Wang Yuan and Chen Xin secretly excited.
Zhou Yue chatted with the three for a while and asked them about their preparations for the college entrance examination and their future thoughts.
Compared to before, the three of them were obviously a little more restrained.
Fortunately, as the chat progressed, Yin Chenliang and Wang Yuan gradually returned to normal, but Chen Xin, for some reason, was very reserved from beginning to end.
Zhou Yue was helpless. Even though he was a mind cultivator, he couldn't control the inner thoughts of his friends.
Just as Shi Qing once hinted on the phone, the path to becoming a mind practitioner is the path of individual human evolution, and it is also a path of farewell destined to loneliness.
When the class bell rang, Zhou Yue chatted a few words with Mr. Zhang, the head teacher who came here specially, and then left the teaching area.
He knew that after this summer, he might not see them again for a long time.
…
Office of the Principal of Nanhe No. 2 Middle School.
The old principal Wang Guojun, who had not slept for several nights and had bloodshot eyes, dialed the last number in his address book.
"Hey, Lao Song, it's me, the National Army... you know everything. Is there really no way to remedy it?"
"This class of No. 2 Middle School has produced several good talents, and I really can't bear to have them innocently implicated."
"I've never asked you for anything, why can't you help me this time?"
"Hey hey..."
Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, the old principal Wang Guojun's hands trembled slightly, then he slowly lowered his head and hugged his head.
…
Late at night, the doors of the Nanhe No. 2 Middle School Physical Fitness Center were closed, and the lights were deliberately dimmed.
Principal Wang Guojun, wearing a simple Tang suit, stood in the center.
Opposite him, Xia Tian was wearing only a light singlet, with her lips pursed and her eyes red.
Wang Guojun rubbed her head: "As of now, this is the only way we can do it. Don't cry, haven't we already discussed it?"
Xia Tiantian said with a trembling voice: "But grandpa, if you pass all your telepathy to me, then you..."
Wang Guojun said: "I have pursued fairness and justice throughout my life. Even if you were admitted to No. 2 Middle School, I didn't take much care of you. No one among the teachers and students in the school knew that you were my granddaughter. Tiantian, do you blame me?"
Xia Tiantian shook his head like a rattle, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.
Wang Guojun smiled bitterly and said: "Fang Weitong rebelled against the Forsaken Realm Academy, found an important treasure lost by the academy in Nanhe City, and fled to the Free City. A big shot in the academy above expressed his anger at our No. 2 Middle School. This year, we were given a quota for the No. 2 Middle School to participate in the competition.
, there is only one left.”
"Tiantian, although I am the principal, I am also your grandfather."
"In the end, I still have to be selfish for once."
After saying that, Wang Guojun stretched out his hand and touched Xia Tian's eyebrows, his eyes filled with light and shadow.
With the support of the telekinesis equipment in the fitness center, telekinesis transmission begins.
Not long after, Wang Guojun's mind breath began to decrease, while Xia Tian's mind breath began to rise.
The light and shadow in the girl's eyes flickered, and her mental power level increased rapidly.
More than an hour later, the girl's body swayed and she suddenly raised her head.
A line extended from her forehead, gradually forming a transparent cube.
…
There are still two days left before the telepathy selection competition, and rumors have begun to spread in the chat group of the telepathy training team of Nanhe No. 2 Middle School.
"Have you heard about Senior Fang?"
"What's up?"
"By the way, Weiwei, if you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten. I haven't seen Senior Fang for a long time."
"I've also heard about Senior Fang. If it's true, it would be terrible."
"What's going on? Weiwei, Zerui, you two, stop being so secretive!"
"Let me tell you. Senior Fang Weitong made a big mistake in the Legacy Academy and has become a wanted criminal in the Legacy Academy."
"Jiang Weiwei, are you kidding me?"
"Weiwei is not joking. I also heard another news. Due to Fang Weitong's involvement, it is said that the number of places in our No. 2 Middle School will be reduced. The specific number of places has not been determined yet."
"This can't be true, can it?"
"It doesn't matter to me anyway. Since my telekinesis value is less than 20, I can't be selected in the selection contest."
"How many places will be reduced? My telepathy value has just passed 30, will it be removed?"
By the villa swimming pool, Zhao Yaran closed the group chat and turned to look at the dusty young man: "Brother, does Zhonglu College really only leave us one spot in the second middle school? So cruel?"
Zhao Huihuang said with a smile: "It's a big deal to be able to retain a spot. Your senior Fang not only hurt people, but also let go of a traitorous master, which caused a great negative impact on the college."
Zhao Yaran shook his head slightly: "It's a pity, our current session is stronger than the last one. There are only six with 50+."
Zhao Huihuang said: "If you take the strengthening pills I brought back, your telepathy value will most likely exceed 70 breaths after two days. That quota is specially reserved for you."
While speaking, Zhao Huihuang looked Zhao Yaran up and down, his eyes wandering, making Zhao Yaran's cheeks turn red.
Zhao Huihuang smiled slightly: "I haven't seen you for more than a year, and the longer I get, the better I look. There are very few female students in the Heritage Academy. If you can catch the master's disciples and be assigned to do logistics in the city government hall above, you will be able to do anything in the future.
No need to worry."
Zhao Yaran's face turned even redder, struggle flashed in his eyes, and he whispered: "Brother, my wish is to become a combat-type spiritual mind cultivator."
"Childish." Zhao Huihuang sneered: "By the way, where is the swordsmanship wind mantis? Take it out for me to watch first."
Zhao Yaran's heart tightened and she asked tentatively: "Brother, didn't you say that the Legacy Academy no longer cares about Feng Mantis?
Zhao Huihuang glared: "Are you kidding? That's an extraordinary swordsmanship Wind Mantis! The number of extraordinary spiritual pets actually controlled by the entire Relic Academy is only in single digits. The team that came to receive the Wind Mantis was assassinated by Fang Weitong, and the academy
Being busy pursuing Fang Weitong does not mean that we have given up on the swordsmanship Wind Mantis. Wait, is there something wrong?"
Zhao Yaran asked cautiously: "Brother, if I say that the swordsmanship wind mantis is no longer with me, what will be the consequences?"
Zhao Huihuang's expression suddenly changed.
Snap!
A clear slap mark appeared on Zhao Yaran's cheek.
She took two steps back, covering her swollen cheeks, and looked at the young man with crazy eyes across from her in disbelief.
The housekeeper and servant not far away lowered their heads and walked away in a hurry.
In the restaurant behind him, separated only by a transparent glass floor-to-ceiling window, the family elders were still chatting and laughing without squinting.
It seems that no one saw the scene when Zhao Huihuang took action.
Zhao Huihuang stared at Zhao Yaran: "Say it again."
Zhao Yaran stared blankly at the gentle and elegant cousin in his impression, and mumbled for a while: "It... was not mine in the first place."
"Are you kidding me?"
"You lost the swordsmanship Wind Mantis? Why don't you die for me!"
"Do you know how much benefit that swordsmanship wind mantis can bring to me? Idiot! Idiot! My future will be ruined by you!"
Zhao Yaran remained motionless.
She looked at her genius cousin who was jumping towards her hysterically, and then at the indifferent family members in the restaurant who were chatting and laughing, her eyes showing fear, sadness and confusion.
Snap!
Another slap.
The corners of Zhao Yaran's mouth cracked and blood spilled out.
Zhao Huihuang grabbed Zhao Yaran's neck: "Tell me, who is that person?"
A trace of self-mockery appeared on Zhao Yaran's face, her lips moved, and then she closed them tightly.
"Don't want to say it? I'm a bitch."
Zhao Huihuang threw Zhao Yaran into the swimming pool with his backhand, then took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, Chen Tingjia.