Xinyuan and Mo Qinggu looked at each other with kind smiles for a few seconds. Before the air became a little solid, Xinyuan immediately smiled and said:

"Hahaha, that's it, that's fine. I'm quite curious."

"Goodbye, Dean Mo."

Then he immediately turned around, his expression changed, and he flew towards his apartment building.

His mind was a little confused now, and he didn't know why Mo Qinggu said that. It was clear that Wanwu only reminded him at that time that it was about the content of the traitor.

He didn't want to guess what was going on. Anyway, he had to leave quickly and make a bold guess. If Mo Qinggu himself was the traitor, there would be no need to play and everyone would be finished together.

So tonight, many people have no sleep.

Mo Qinggu returned to his room, sat on the recliner, and looked up at a photo posted there, which recorded the family affection and softness in his heart that he once had.

He didn't turn on the light, so he sat there quietly, with the image of Xinyuan looking for him just now appearing in his mind.

Both of them had polite smiles on their faces at that time, but it was a rare moment of panic in his life.

"That kid, does he know something?"

Ye Ziluan was also lying on the bed at this time, holding the book Mo Qinggu gave him in his hands.

He still remembered the last few words Mo Qinggu said.

"Our teacher-student relationship should only be known to us two."

"I want to help you, but I'm afraid I'll delay you one day, hey."

Ye Ziluan was lying on the bed, chewing these words over and over again.

The teacher-student relationship between the two was really confusing this time. The apprenticeship was very informal, and the teacher seemed very worried.

You are obviously accepting a disciple, but why do you feel like you owe the disciple something?

"Showdown with him, don't showdown with him, showdown with him"

Jun Anyi was sitting by the bed at this time, holding a ballpoint pen in his hand and playing a game of Doudou.

She is now trapped in endless entanglements. At that time, she was worried that the difference between online and offline would lead to her social death. As a result, now, she seems more and more embarrassed.

When Xinyuan came to school, he had already started to communicate with various people, and exchanged contact information with Zheng Xiaojian.

But as the first person I met, I didn’t even have contact information in name (because I had already added him as a netizen)!

"Showdown with him"

After clicking the last button, she came to the conclusion that it was still a showdown, but she really didn't think of what to say. She buried her head in the pillow in annoyance, as if she wanted to be a turtle for a few minutes.

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"Huh!" He let out a long breath, his face flushed with a hint of hypoxia, and he turned over and lay down on the bed.

Having said that, when I think about Shinwon, he seems to be different today than usual.

With his keen and almost prophetic perception, he must have endured it for a long time to directly say that there is a traitor.

So does he suspect anyone? Is he even suspicious of me?

He finally went to have a private conversation with Dean Mo. What did he say?

He should be very confused now.

Just as she was thinking about it, she picked up her phone and saw the message from Xinyuan.

[Traveller: Are you there? 】

Jun Anyi frowned. Looking at his message, she instinctively thought that he was probably going to say something.

He had just told her that his status was not ordinary. Maybe he also wanted to ask himself something.

Immediately she sat up and leaned against the bed, her expression becoming more serious.

【Yoghurt bar: I'm here!】

After a while, the news from there came back again.

[Traveller: Do you want to take the number?]

[Traveler: New characters are released! 】

Junanyi:

Seeing this news, her expression froze on her face, and her whole mood became incoherent.

Are you serious about what you promised to do?!

Why was it immediately registered? This was such a huge turn of events.

All I can say is that it’s you!

After Xinyuan returned, he was not as entangled and irritable as others thought, but just ignored it and started the game!

Who is a traitor or not? You still have to play a game.

To be honest tonight, I am already a voluntary worker, punctuating and killing people, and there are basically no benefits for these.

Now that I think about it, it’s a huge loss!

He said he had credits, but seeing that the vice dean and all the people in charge were so worried, he didn't take the initiative to say anything more.

Therefore, compared with his usual thoughts, today's labor was obviously too much beyond the standard, and it already made him feel like he was obliged to work overtime.

Anyway, he has already talked about the traitor. If the senior leaders don't take it seriously, it means they are irresponsible. They are just students, so don't worry about it.

In this regard, I have to say that Zheng Xiaojian, as the minister of one of the six core student departments, did not show up at all tonight, it was just a shame!

He probably went to sleep directly after enjoying life. In terms of life, he must live a comfortable life.

Finally, after looking at Xinyuan's news for a few seconds, Jun Anyi smiled helplessly and agreed, playing with him all night long.

If no one is willing to take the initiative to distribute rewards for his contributions, then at least there should be someone to play games with him.

Of course, this also led to the fact that the next day, in the first class of Oriental College, Xinyuan was obviously not in good spirits.

Fifty-six students stood in the open space of the playground. They were the recommended students of this year, plus some freshmen with super powers who performed relatively top-notch.

In the words of the students, they are called the "rocket class" or the "experimental class".

Xinyuan stood in the crowd, opened his mouth and yawned. He didn't know what the School of Superpowers taught, so why was the first class held directly outside?

Physical education class?

Many of the students here look familiar, including Ye Ziluan Chihong and others, and of course Liu Peng.

At this time, he had already come forward very decisively and said in a very dogged manner:

"Boss, you're here! Hehe."

Xinyuan:

I'll come as soon as I come, you're such a shit, are you such a pig?

I looked down at my watch and saw that there was still about a minute until the scheduled class time, but the teacher hadn't come yet.

The first class of school, the teacher is late?

Just as he was thinking, a black spot suddenly appeared above his head, and the next second, a tall man fell from the sky and hit everyone in front of them like a meteorite.

A huge roar interrupted the conversation of all the students, and they all turned to look at the black-faced man who was two meters tall.

This person had a fierce look on his face. He didn't look like a teacher at all. Instead, he looked like a gangster who had just escaped from prison.

Looking around, his eyes scanned every student's face, and he nodded.

"Fifty-six people are all here. It's okay. It seems that the pointer I prepared will not be used for the time being."
Chapter completed!