After the rest of these people were thrown out of Qinghe Academy, Zhao Jun immediately ran to the teaching office and reported the current situation in the school to the director of teaching.

Now there are only about 70 people left in the lower class in the school, which is less than the number of people in the senior class. According to the usual practice, they can be directly promoted to the advanced class, just waiting for the notice from the school.

The teaching director was still the same, but when Zhao Jun saw him again, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. You must know that when Su Yang fought with the Fang family at the school gate before, the teaching director brought several teachers to appear, and the scene was very shocking.

In the past, the students in the school actually didn't take the dean seriously, after all, in this school, it is common for each other to fight with each other. Besides, everyone is here to compete with each other, and if they don't fight or fight, how can they stay until the end? Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, the position of the teaching director is a fictitious position, and no one will take the teaching director in their eyes at all.

But now it's different, and now everyone knows that none of these teachers in the school are simple. Even, some people suspect that Yuan Tiangang and Wu Daozi, the two old lights, are also big names in the game.

However, think about what these two old lights did before, and how they desperately escaped when they were being collected by those gangsters outside the school, and were blocked in the alley and beaten. The image of these two old lamps in everyone's hearts immediately declined again.

Therefore, now people have the same feeling in their hearts: every teacher in this school is not simple, except for the two old lights!

Wu Daozi and Yuan Tiangang must have fished in troubled waters in this school. Otherwise, how could they teach such a partial subject, and no one has ever gone to them?

After listening to Zhao Jun's report, the dean nodded slowly: "I know, I will report to the school, you can continue to class." ”

"Okay!" Zhao Jun respectfully stepped back, not daring to say a superfluous word.

If it had been before, he would have said that there were more than 70 students left in the lower classes in the school, and what classes were they taking? Two or three students in one class?

Zhao Jun left the teaching office, and the director of education got up and left the teaching office. He walked alone through the school, through the dormitory area, to the teacher's building at the back.

Walking into the teacher's building, the dean did not go upstairs, but went directly into the basement.

It's dark in the basement, and almost no one will run into it.

The dean of instruction walked down the passage in the basement to the back room.

The door to the room was locked, and the Dean unlocked it and stepped inside. The room was even darker, with a lot of old equipment in it, and it looked like a warehouse.

The Dean of Education made it all the way to the end of the room, and he reached out and tapped lightly on the white wall, and a hole appeared in the ground. The dean jumped into the hole, and it closed as if it had never existed.

The dean of instruction landed for tens of meters all the way and finally landed on the ground.

Underneath this was a spacious stone chamber in the middle of which the Dean of Education was now standing. Around the stone chamber, eight coffins were placed, each with the lid closed.

The dean of instruction swept his eyes over these coffins, sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "Everyone, this time the Heavenly War is not over yet, but Qinghe Academy has encountered a problem that has never appeared before, and I can't decide it alone. Therefore, I can only alarm all the heroic spirits, and I ask you to help you choose one or two. ”

After the dean finished speaking, he bent down and bowed, and waited quietly.

After a long time, there was a sudden click from one of the coffins. Immediately after, the other seven coffins also heard a soft sound.

The dean couldn't help but be overjoyed and said congratulatorily, "Thank you!"

When he raised his head, the lids of the eight coffins had been slowly opened. No one came out of it, but there was a glow in the coffin, as if it was answering the dean.

The dean of teaching did not slack off, took a deep breath, and hurriedly told the current situation of Qinghe Academy, and finally said in a low voice: "Since the establishment of Qinghe Academy, various situations have happened in the low-level class, but there has never been a time, like now. Less than two months into the school year, there were only about 70 people left in the lower class. You must know that the reason why the low-level class is a low-level class is mainly because the people called by the low-level class are ordinary people, and such a special situation never happens. People who are really strong will be selected by those people and enter the senior class in advance and become special enrollments, and will not enter the lower class. And even if there are really particularly strong people who enter the low-level class, they will be selected in advance and sent to the high-level class in advance. So, this has never happened before, and I don't know how to make a decision for a while!"

With that, the dean bent down again.

The light shone slowly in the eight coffins, as if thinking about what the dean had said.

After a while, a voice came from one of the coffins: "Why, this person, was not selected......"

The voice was one after another, as if it had accumulated a lot of strength before it was spoken.

The dean hurriedly said, "During this time, it is the time of the Heavenly War, and most of our people have gone to participate in the Heavenly War. Originally, I had planned to discuss this with them when they returned. As a result, I didn't expect this Su Yang to shoot so quickly......"

The light in the eight coffins shone again, and the dean waited for a while, and couldn't help but whisper, "We have lost our bet with those people seven times in a row. In the matter of the heavenly war, those people have not been able to work, and we are fighting more and more difficult. If we continue like this, I'm afraid we'll ...... We really can't hold on. We really need a victory to help us stabilize the situation! More than 3,000 people were stirred up by Su Yang, and in the end, there were only more than 70 people left, and they didn't go through our screening at all. How many of these more than 70 people can be picked?"

Speaking of this, the dean of education paused for a moment, and whispered with some hesitation: "Or, let's re-enroll?"

"No!" this time, a stark answer came from inside one of the coffins.

The light of the other seven coffins was also shining, and it seemed that they were still thinking about it.

"But, if we lose again this time......" The dean looked embarrassed.

"Lose is lost, but to be a man, you must keep your word!" The voice in the coffin was also intermittent: "Don't leave a handle for those people!"

(End of chapter)