"No, no, no," Qin Xuan said quickly, "Just be careful about my mouth!"
"Um."
Shi Qingmeng also felt that it was impossible for Qin Xuan to tell anyone this, and as Qin Xuan's identity, Baiquan Academy was his family's property. Although it was impossible for him to do whatever he wanted, it was also impossible for him to give things to outsiders.
?
Baiquan Academy was founded by Qin Moshan, and there are many good things here.
"Okay, let's go."
Shi Qingmeng has almost finished introducing the things here. As for the other three areas, they are actually not as complicated as the students' school district, especially the faculty and staff apartments. It is definitely beautiful, but the configuration is different from that of the East School District.
There is no comparison at all. If you want to do anything, you basically have to come to the East School District. As for the college hall in the south, it is brilliant, magnificent, majestic, and majestic. It also reveals profound heritage and cultural style, but functionally
, in fact, it is just a center, and this center is different from the school district. Even if someone occupies the main hall, it is impossible to invade the school district.
It can be said that Baiquan is really attentive to the extreme when it comes to student protection measures and has considered all aspects.
Afterwards, Shi Qingmeng took out her mountain and sea tablet, and then drew it in the air. Immediately, a light blue door appeared outside the cliff, and the footholds stretched all the way to the feet of Qin Xuan and Shi Qingmeng.
"What's this?"
"College permissions," Shi Qingmeng put the mountain and sea tablet into Xumi, said: "It is divided into student permissions and teacher permissions. The former can directly open a door anywhere in Baiquan College and connect to the outside of the central Baiquan House.
The school gate, and the latter can be directly connected to any classroom door in the Jianmu Building."
"So convenient?!"
It's right to think about it. If there were no similar space magic, then this academy is so big that it would take most of the day just to walk around.
"Although space magic is something that regular demon painters must master, the students here are all demon painter apprentices, and their mastery of space magic is not good. Even the children in the children's school and Ziluoyuan have not learned this aspect yet.
"Sorcery," Shi Qingmeng said, "So, it has the effect of this mountain and sea seal, but you need to register it and establish a connection to have such an effect, and Baiquan can unilaterally cancel your right at any time."
."
Through the space door, Qin Xuan could see the scene inside, but it seemed to be coated with a light blue film. The two people walked in one after another. In an instant, Qin Xuan felt that the blue light film disappeared.
Instead, there is a long, fully enclosed corridor with a wooden floor under the feet. There will be a door at a certain distance on both sides. The seats where the two of them are sitting are exactly the doors of the class led by Shi Qingmeng.
forward.
[Class 13, Grade 2]
This class...
It always feels unlucky.
Moreover, with such a silly and cute character, can Shi Qingmeng really lead a class well?
"By the way, how many classes are there in Baiquan?"
"For sophomores in Shankaiyuan (high school), there are only thirteen."
"So," Qin Xuan: "This is the last one?"
"Um."
"How are they divided?"
"quality!"
"What?" Qin Xuan was stunned: "What?"
"quality!"
"I heard it. No need to repeat it a second time. I just want to ask this," Qin Xuan: "Does the demon painter also have quality?"
"Of course!" Shi Qingmeng: "And the bigger the number, the higher it is!"
"Really or not?!"
Qin Xuan asked Sister Rabbit: "Is there still such a saying?"
"I don't know," said Medicinal Rabbit, "I've never heard of it."
"Forehead..."
Qin Xuan frowned slightly and asked: "Who said this?"
"Principal Bai!"
Well, Qin Xuan covered his face, damn, he almost believed it!
Why does this mean that the bigger the number, the higher the quality? This is just the old woman who is pretending to be young and is trying to trick her!
"Forget it, let's go in."
"oh."
Shi Qingmeng did not go in directly, but took a deep breath outside the door first, and then encouraged herself: "Come on, you can do it. Don't be afraid of Shi Qingmeng, you are the best."
After saying that, Shi Qingmeng opened the door and walked in with Qin Xuan.
"Teacher Qingmeng is here?"
"Look behind her. Is there a new classmate?"
"You only came in the second year, are you a transfer student?"
The sound insulation of this door is obviously very good. There is no sound when standing outside, but once the door is opened, it is simply deafening. The entire classroom is huge and there are many students inside, but...
How to say?
Let's first take a look at the girl sitting in the first row, facing Qin Xuan.
The indigo cloth coat, black culottes, and the two extremely classic braids, complete the look of a girl from the Republic of China. Of course, this is nothing. Qiu Keyin also dresses like this. The demon painter comes from various worlds and histories.
It’s understandable that people have different cultural backgrounds. Isn’t that why seeking common ground while reserving differences is what we prepare for?
But the question is, what happened to the black guy sitting in the back?
He was shirtless, with dark skin, and only a small area of hair on his clean head. However, the hair that saves resources on the scalp has grown into an extremely long braid. What's even more strange is that there is a man next to him.
A spear, a real spear, and clothes. It was not even cloth, but a piece of animal clothing with tiger patterns. When Qin Xuan looked over, the black boy's eyes were like the night.
The long-lit lamp in the middle was dazzling, but not dazzling. Facing Qin Xuan, a new classmate who had just arrived, the black boy cracked his mouth, revealing his big gleaming white teeth.
"Ahem, hello."
Qin Xuan subconsciously nodded towards the other party, but the next second, Qin Xuan felt embarrassed. What is this?
There are girls from the Republic of China, black African-Emirati boys, and students wearing classic Hanfu, military uniforms, and short brown gebu. There are only about twenty people in the entire class, but at a glance, it’s like they’re all over the place. There are students of all styles throughout the ages.
.
Are you sure this is the Demon Painter Academy, not a spy academy or something?
"Well, let's get to know each other," Shi Qingmeng said gently, "This is a new classmate, his name is Qin Xuan." Shi Qingmeng clenched her fist and encouraged Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan was sweating profusely when he saw it. He didn't have communication difficulties or autism. Wasn't it just a self-introduction?
After standing on the stage and writing his name on the blackboard, Qin Xuan looked at the classmates sitting under the stage who might get along with him for two years in the future. In his heart, he felt inexplicably happy.
"Hello everyone, my name is Qin Xuan, Qin from Qin Chao, Xuan from Xuanyuan." I don't know if they can understand Qin Chao and Xuanyuan, but Qin Xuan has already written the words, and just after Qin Xuan finished speaking, the following
They started talking one after another.
"My surname is Qin."
"No way, is it that Qin? How could he come here?"
"Maybe he happens to be a descendant of the founder?"
"Pfft, are you kidding?"
"Then, Qin Xuan, your seat will be..." There are more than twenty students in the whole class, but the seats are similar to those of students, with four rows and seven rows in each row, so there are not many vacancies.
Qin Xuan looked at the row near the window. There was a girl sitting at the end of the row. She was lowering her head and didn't know what she was doing. What's interesting is that the girl's front and right side were...
The last seat in the third row is empty.
"Teacher Qingmeng, I'll just sit there."
What Qin Xuan wanted to do was to sit in front of the black-haired girl, second to last by the window, the proper protagonist seat!
"Huh?" Shi Qingmeng was stunned: "Where are you sure?"
At this moment, I don't know if it was Qin Xuan's illusion, but the whole class seemed to be silent.
'Did I do something wrong?'
"No way? Just choose a seat, it should be fine, right?" Qin Xuan nodded to Shi Qingmeng, and walked straight to the seat he chose. On the way, more and more students showed admiration.
I saw Qin Xuan sitting down, feeling that there seemed to be no nails, then turned around and said hello to the long, straight black girl wearing an old school uniform like a black sailor suit: "Well, okay, my name is Qin Xuan.
"
"Hiss~~~~"
Suddenly, in the silent classroom, gasps of air-conditioning could be heard one after another.
When the girl with long black hair and straight hair heard Qin Xuan's name, she was slightly startled. She raised her head, and Qin Xuan saw her appearance. He saw the girl puffing out her cheeks and holding a big rice ball in her hands, like
Eating like a hamster, the girl looked very beautiful, as if she had stepped out of a painting. Her skin was smooth and white, but she gave people a feeling of being afraid of strangers, like a sickly beauty living in a clear spring bamboo forest, which made Qin Xuan
Some were stunned.
"Ahem," Qin Xuan just stayed for two seconds and then turned his head away, and then said apologetically: "I'm sorry."
"good."
"I, Luo..." The girl hugged the rice ball and seemed to want to put it down, but she was a little reluctant to part with it: "Xi Yu."
After saying that, Luo Xiyu put his mouth on the rice ball.
"Your name is Luo Xiyu. It's a very nice name."
Qin Xuan smiled, then turned back and sat down. At this moment, the whole class roared, because all the classmates turned around. They had just watched Qin Xuan talking to the girl with long black hair.
.
‘What’s going on?!’
"Ahem."
"Teacher Kong is here?"
"Huh? Xiao Qingmeng is still there," the old man was wearing reading glasses and had a stooped figure. He lowered his head when walking. He didn't see Shi Qingmeng until he got to the podium, and then said tremblingly: "The class is about to start.
meeting?"
"It's ready. Teacher Kong, you can start class."
Shi Qingmeng nodded respectfully to the old man, then briefly explained a few words and walked out.
Going to class?
Qin Xuan looked at the white-haired old man who looked like an old scholar, and always felt that this old man should be an authoritative person similar to Mr. Qiu.
"Thousands of years have passed, the world has been shattered, ferocious beasts have eroded the world, and all living things have been devastated." The old man's hoarse voice seemed to carry an invisible magic power, making Qin Xuan feel as if he was actually there: "However, our ancestors have gone through all kinds of hardships at the expense of their lives.
Qianxin, finally expelled all the ferocious beasts 20,000 years ago, and restored peace to this world..."
History lesson?
Turns out this is a history lesson!
'I was shocked. I thought it was something, but it turned out to be a water lesson.'
Qin Xuan actually doesn't object to history classes. Since he can read "Genealogy Book", he naturally also likes to listen to stories, but he is planning to cheer up and listen to the old man telling stories, which is his first class with the Demon Master.
courses.
"Teacher~~~"
One student raised his hand: "You have said this before!"
"Oh, have you told me?"
The old man was stunned for a moment, then knocked his head, showing his original expression.
"I'm sorry, I'm a little forgetful at this age. So, let's change the paragraph." The old man shook his head. He thought for a while and continued: "1,700 years ago, the mountains and seas overturned, and the heaven and earth flowed against each other. As a result, the demonic power that was originally balanced among all worlds also changed.
The difference between superior and inferior..."
Qin Xuan curled his lips. He was actually somewhat interested in the history of the demon painter's demon power: 'What this old man said was actually quite good, and his voice was full of emotion.'
"Teacher~~~~"
‘What’s going on?!’
The girl from the Republic of China sitting in the first row raised her hand: "You have also talked about this section."
‘Damn!’ Qin Xuan: ‘Did you do it on purpose?!’
"Have you already said it?" The old man looked back at the blackboard, then took out a stack of papers from his pocket and slapped them directly on the podium: "That's great. Next, let's start the exam."
‘What the hell?!!!’
Qin Xuan looked confused, but looking at the expressions of the others, they were so calm and accustomed to it. Is there anything wrong? For such a high-level profession as a demon painter, you told him that he still had to take an exam, and he was still frustrated.
Do the test paper!
And this is the first class. This must be the first class. In the first class, you only say a few sentences and then start doing the test papers.
Why are you so bad at school?
'Damn it, play with me, I don't know anything!'
Qin Xuan looked at the test paper that automatically flew in front of him, and then grabbed a test pen with a specific magic spell. At the same time, he cursed in his heart: 'The test will be taken in the first class. This school will take pills sooner or later!'