Qian Renxue shook his legs and suddenly turned his head, "Mom, Dad, I also want to go to school."
Bibi Dong looked down at her, a little surprised, "You are still young, I will wait until you grow up to go to school."
Qian Renxue said "hmm", his little face full of expectation.
In her last life, she never went to school.
As a child, she was trained and raised within the Spirit Hall. At the age of nine, she pretended to be Xue Qinghe and went undercover at the Heaven Dou Palace. After that, she faced the internal training of the royal family, the intrigues among the princes, and the intrigues in the court.
She has never sat in an ordinary classroom, listened to classes, practiced together, and chased and slapped together during recess with children of the same age.
She had seen Heaven Dou Royal Academy students walking out of the school gate, in small groups, laughing and laughing.
She stood watching them from a distance, and she couldn't help but wonder, what is college life like?
Can I make friends? Can I stop wearing a mask all the time?
In this life, she wanted to try it.
The carriage stopped at the door of the Martial Soul Academy.
Qian Xunji got out of the car first, turned around and took Qian Renxue out of the car.
Qian Renxue stood on the ground, raised his head, and looked at the magnificent building in front of him.
Martial Soul Academy's door is much more impressive than the last time she came here.
The black wrought iron gate has been installed, with four gilt characters "Martial Soul Academy" embedded on the lintel.
There is a Angel Statue standing on the stone pillars on both sides of the door.
There are neatly trimmed evergreen trees planted on both sides of the square in front of the door, and under the trees are stone benches for people to rest.
At this time, many people had gathered in the square.
There are parents with their children, there are young people who come in groups, and there are Soul Master who come from other places with their bags on their backs.
They visited various places in the college in twos and threes, talking in low voices.
"This is Martial Soul Academy? So majestic!"
"This was built by the Spirit Hall, how can it not be grand?"
"There is also a Soul Tool laboratory inside, which is not available elsewhere."
"I don't know what the enrollment requirements are, but my boy is in grade 15, so I just happened to send him here."
The crowd was bustling and lively.
Some of these people came to watch the excitement, some came to inquire about information, and some really wanted to sign up.
But no matter what the purpose is, just standing here is the best propaganda.
When parents see that the environment and facilities of the college are so good, how could they not want to send their children to study here?
What's more, here is the only Soul Tool course in mainland China.
Someone at the door recognized Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong, and whispered "His Holiness the Pope", and the crowd immediately fell silent.
Then the crowd automatically separated to both sides, leaving a wide passage.
There was awe, curiosity, envy, and Sisi nervousness in those eyes.
Yue Guan strode ahead with vigorous steps.
Behind them followed a group of palace knights, the long swords at their waists swaying with their steps, making a neat metal collision sound.
The group of people walked through the crowd and walked towards the interior of the college.
The onlookers looked at their backs, and the discussion gradually started again.
Dean's Office On the top floor of Administration Building is a spacious and bright office.
When Qian Xunji opened the door, Flender was leaning on the office chair, with his two feet on the table, his hands crossed on his stomach, his mouth slightly open, and he was snoring evenly.
Flender was wearing a dark gray robe today. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, the collar was open, the hair was messy, and the glasses were crooked on the bridge of the nose.
The desk is full of things - enrollment brochures, course schedules, teacher lists, material lists, and construction acceptance reports. There are seven or eight piles of them, and each pile is crooked.
Qian Xunji stood at the door, looking at Flender's sleeping posture with his arms and legs twitching.
He turned his head and looked at Yue Guan behind him.
Yue Guan quickly stepped forward and bent down to Flender's ear.
"Flender Dean!"
Flender's body bounced suddenly, as if he had been shocked by electricity.
He jumped up from the chair, his glasses slipped off the bridge of his nose and hung precariously on one ear.
His hands randomly grabbed a few times in the air, and then he grabbed the edge of the table to steady his body. Before his eyes were fully opened, his mouth was already speaking.
"I'm here! I'm here! What's the matter!"
"Flender Dean, are you sleeping?"
Flender blinked and then saw the three people standing in front of him.
For a moment, Flender's mind was running rapidly at this moment.
He remembered that he had worked overtime until three o'clock in the morning yesterday, that he had gotten up early this morning to deal with the supply list, and that he couldn't hold it any longer at noon, so he thought, "Just squint for a while."
And then--and then there was no more.
He had been sleeping in Dean's Office for an unknown amount of time, and his immediate boss opened the door and came in just as he was snoring.
Flender There are ten thousand heads Soul Beast running through my heart.
He only had one thought in his mind: Why! Why didn't they come after I worked all day and all night, and they came just after I took a five-minute break! Is there any justice in this world?
But his face completed the transformation from confused to calm in just two seconds.
He stood up straight, pushed up his glasses that were crooked on the bridge of his nose, and then showed an impeccable smile.
"Qian Dean, His Holiness the Pope."
"I just closed my eyes and thought about the enrollment plan. After thinking about it, I fell into samadhi."
"You know, when you think deeply, your body will enter a state similar to dormancy. This is the unique way of thinking of wise people."
"Oh? What was the result of your thinking?"
"Think about it--the college's green belt can use a few more trees."
Qian Xunji smiled and did not expose him.
He walked into the office and sat down on the sofa. Bibi Dong sat next to him holding Qian Renxue.
Flender neatly tidied up the table, then took out a tea set from the cabinet and started making tea skillfully.
Qian Xunji took a sip from the tea cup and leaned on the sofa.
"How do you understand?"
Flender sat down opposite, with his back straight.
"No problem at all."
"The list of teachers has been finalized, the curriculum has been arranged, the teaching materials have been put in place, and the supply list has been checked three times."
"Martial Soul Academy's enrollment conditions, assessment standards, and class placement principles, Scholarship Academy's curriculum settings, tuition standards, and exemption and exemption policies for poor students have all been documented."
He pointed to the tallest pile of files on the table, "They're all here."
Bibi Dong nodded, "That's good, we plan to open the hospital for enrollment the day after tomorrow, so be prepared."
Flender hesitated for a moment and said, "Maybe there are not enough teachers. Martial Soul Academy has enough teachers for theoretical classes, but there are still a few teachers missing for practical classes."
"Scholarship Academy, it's easy to find teachers for literacy classes, but teachers for arithmetic and history and geography classes are hard to find."