Chapter 10 (1/2)

With the special approval of the Dean, Maureen was able to become a student of pick wind college at the end of a school year. After leaving the dean's room, Maureen couldn't wait to come to the first floor of the pick wind building.

Forty five minutes in class and ten minutes off. Picking wind college has maintained this teaching rhythm, which is said to come from the four colleges. It was their break time when Maureen walked into a classroom.

It's another fresh face, so students inevitably have to look at it more.

Although this kind of thing is not uncommon in pick wind college, there are still some differences between Freshmen and seniors. It's normal for some junior students to listen curiously in the senior classroom. But in the first grade classroom, it is illogical for senior students to listen for the purpose of learning. Therefore, there is usually only one reason for the faces of students in the first grade classroom, except for people like Lu Ping who have so few classes that everyone is unfamiliar: senior boys who come to approach a first grade female student.

Although Maureen looked a little strange in a straw hat, the little girls' feelings of embarrassment and little expectation spread rapidly in the classroom.

But after Maureen's eyes swept around the classroom, he soon showed a look of disappointment. He wanted to leave, but the bell of class happened to ring and the tutor entered the classroom on time. As an assassin, Maureen habitually didn't want to attract too much attention, so he sat down in the empty seat next to him.

At the end of the academic year, the tutors in the classroom have nothing new to teach. Most of them review and consolidate what they teach at the end of the year.

”So, do you have any questions about yesterday's content?” The tutor ignored the new faces coming out of the classroom and continued his teaching rhythm.

Some students raised their hands and put forward their doubts to the tutor. After getting the answers from the tutor one by one, everyone found that the fresh face wearing a straw hat was also raising his hands to ask questions.

”This classmate.” The teacher lit Maureen.

”I want to ask.” Maureen stood up and said, ”why didn't Lu Ping come to class?”

Lupin?

”He never has classes.” Someone blurted out the truth.

”Ah?” Maureen, stay where you are. What's wrong with this guy? Uncle Morson didn't tell himself about it!

”Who are you?” The tutor also wondered, how could anyone not know that Lu Ping didn't attend class.

”Oh... I just entered college today. My name is Limmer. ” Maureen introduced himself to you. It's a pseudonym. He didn't forget his identity. An assassin, how can he casually expose his real information?

New to college?

Everyone is stunned. Now it's the end of the school year. How can students be recruited at this time? Unless it's an exceptional admission, what's the excellence of this straw hat?

The freshmen can't see that the tutor's ability happens not to be able to accurately judge the realm of each other's soul power. However, through the basic perception, I at least realized that Maureen's soul power is not simple, and it is definitely not a realm that a freshman will have.

”If you were looking for Lu Ping, you might have come to the wrong place.” Said the tutor.

”Can I leave then?” Asked Maureen.

”Help yourself.” The tutor knew that the first grade class meant nothing to the student.

Maureen left quickly. After walking out of the building, he patted his head and scolded himself as an idiot.

The Dean even thought it was unnecessary to attend classes in the classroom of pick wind college. Lu Ping, who is much stronger than him, came to class. How boring is it?

Of course that guy doesn't have to come to class. What does he do every day? How did he practice perception and penetration?

Maureen was eager to know, but after looking around the college, he still didn't find Lu Ping. This hurt Maureen. It's so hard to find someone in such a big college? I even used the indecent means of ”asking people”. I'm an assassin. How can an assassin ask where his goal is in the street? Is this afraid that he won't attract attention?

One morning, Maureen had no harvest. At noon, he hurried to the canteen to stay, and finally guarded Lu Ping.

”Hey!” Maureen felt that he and lupin had known each other, so he grabbed the big cake and went up. Seeing that Lu Ping and Su Tang were going to line up for dinner, he quickly found an opening speech.

”Do you have any cakes?” Maureen waved half a big cake in his hand.

Lu Ping didn't answer, but he looked carefully.

”Don't worry, there's no poison this time.” Maureen said.

Before, after, left and right eyes suddenly cast over. The word poison is too taboo in the place of eating.

”Joke, joke.” Maureen hurriedly explained that in order to show his innocence, he quickly broke off half to eat for everyone to see, and didn't hand half to Lu Ping.

”Why are you still here?” Lu Ping took the small half of the cake and asked.

”I'm a student of pick wind college now.” Maureen said.

Lu Ping didn't have time to say anything. The discipline team, dressed in black, with gold characters and silver borders, often revolved around him, missed the opportunity to appear. Everyone put down their hands and looked here.

Xifan looked serious, but he didn't even look at Lu Ping. He came for Maureen.

”Are you the new student?” Asked Xifan.

”Yes, my name is Linmo.” Maureen gave another pseudonym.

”I heard you've been looking for Lu Ping all morning. What's the problem?” Asked Xifan. In the event of the viewing Pavilion yesterday, no clue was found to point to Lu Ping, but Xi fan would not give up so easily. Early this morning, I heard that a new student started from the first grade classroom to inquire about Lu Ping.