Chapter 100 (1/2)
On September 2, the opening ceremony of Tianxing college was held.
All teachers and students of Tianxing college gather together and stand on the playground of the former campus.
All the students are dressed in a uniform, with blue background cloth as the base. The sleeves are spacious and the long clothes are elegant. They look fresh and dignified.
Although all the students have the same uniform system, there are also small differences.
The primary class's school uniform is embroidered with Yunxiu in copper, and the intermediate class's school uniform is embroidered with star in silver.
The tutor was dressed in blue.
Originally, Wang Jian was going to put the school logo on the back of his uniform, but he felt that it was a form of Daoist uniform.
So in order not to make his school uniform look like Daofu, Wang Jian only put the school badge in front of his left chest.
Facing the playground, there was no high platform, so Wang Jian stood directly on the second floor of the office building, facing the teachers and students below.
Most of the new students were surprised. Obviously, they didn't know that their Dean was so young. One of them turned pale and pursed his lips to watch Wang Jian standing on the second floor, his heart beating.
what the hell! He's the dean?!
Song Yi feels that his future is bleak. Yesterday's dialogue with Wang Jian suddenly floats in front of him.
Hello! Brother, are you a freshman, too? Why are you so old?
”Pa!”
Song Yi suddenly covers his face with grief. He just wants to slap himself in the face. How can you say so much!
This is not old, when the president, this is obviously too young, OK??
”Hello, Song Yi, are you all right?” Next to him, Song Yi's roommate looks at him suspiciously.
”No, I just thought of sad things!”
Song Yi soon cleaned up his mood, and then took a deep breath. His mother said that his father was always optimistic, and often that... Ollie!!
Wang Jian upstairs also noticed Song Yi's action. He was laughing in his heart, but his face was silent.
Looking up at the crowd, his peaceful voice spread out slowly in the playground through soul power.
”Be quiet!”
It's quiet in a moment, and the needle can be heard!
Wang Jian nodded with satisfaction and continued: ”good morning, everyone. My name is Wang Jian. Maybe some students don't know me. From now on, we will know each other.”
”I'm the dean of Tianxing soul teacher college, and I'm also your guide on the way of soul teacher cultivation.”
”Tianxing soul Teacher College...”
Wang Jian talks incessantly in the office building. He can't control himself completely. He finally understands why those school leaders in previous lives made long speeches, because it's really cool that everyone can only sit under the stage and listen to your speech, and can't move!
Looking at the endless talk of Wang Jian upstairs, all the students in the junior class are curious and serious. They are young and ignorant.
The middle class students are much more miserable. Many people make complaints about themselves in their hearts. Why is the Dean so young and bullshit like those old men?
When Wang Jian came back, he found that he had been talking for more than ten minutes.
Although some of his ideas are still in the air, as a member who once suffered a lot, he knows that sometimes even if you talk too much, it's useless. Everyone goes in from the left ear and out from the right ear.
So he quickly got to the point.
”What I believe in in Tianxing college is that heaven rewards diligence! As long as you work hard enough, the college can give you what you deserve. This is not empty talk. One year later, three years later or six years later... ”
”Junior class students can compare with other students who don't work hard, intermediate class students can compare with old friends who study in other colleges, you will find that it will be a heaven and a earth!”