"No, Lin Xiaoxiao is still eating Potato Chips!"
"According to logic, it should be confiscated!"
Seeing Lin Xiaoxiao looking at him with a playful smile, Sun Wen gritted his teeth and said stubbornly again.
Xu Yuanqing shrugged. "The food brought in by Enrollment can be eaten."
"By the way, remember to sign a confidentiality agreement later."
"If anyone reveals Rules, Ink Academy will be held accountable to the end."
Seemingly remembering something, Xu Yuanqing said with a smile.
This is also the Rules of the Ink Academy.
No matter what you have experienced at the Ink Academy, after graduation, you must keep it secret and not reveal a word.
"I sold..."
"I sold them all..."
"Zhao Zicheng, Lin Xiaoxiao, A Tai, Mu Yu... bought them all."
"They all bought it."
Sun Wen howled in pain.
The whole person fell into despair.
These foods were delivered by him to each house with his own hands.
Some are even giveaways.
And myself...
Nothing was left.
Cleared out.
Under the early morning sunshine, Sun Wen's stomach made some noise and he swallowed his saliva.
Facing those sarcastic looks, Sun Wen took a deep breath. "You go to the classroom first. As a qualified monitor, I need to tell those old students at the Ink Academy that I, 140th Cohort Freshmen... am here!"
After saying that, he walked towards the distance with an indomitable momentum.
An old student just came downstairs.
Sun Wen stopped in front of him, looked directly at him, his body was trembling slightly, but he shouted firmly, "You trash!"
The next second...
Wails sounded.
Xu Yuanqing was astonished and led the crowd towards Teaching Building while muttering, "Don't he know that if he was beaten for provoking me for no reason, Credits didn't get it?"
"You have to make a reasonable plan, it doesn't matter if you haven't tried it before."
"How pitiful."
Despite saying this, Xu Yuanqing had no intention of stepping forward to help.
From the moment they officially become Enrollment, they are already a member of the Ink Academy.
All for Credits.
As long as you have the strength, you can have plenty of food.
Even if it's like Yu Sheng, you can just grab it for any reason.
But you are at a disadvantage...
No one will kindly remind you, and even the classmates around you may try to cheat you for Credits in the next second.
Just like the women with short hair back in the day.
Of course, the premise of all this is that you can play by yourself in the Ink Academy.
But for things like the annual College Competition, or other outing tasks, they must be disclosed to the outside world in a consistent manner.
Any behavior that harms classmates will be severely punished.
"Look, this is your classroom!"
"Actually, it's completely useless. It's just a formality."
Xu Yuanqing pointed somewhat perfunctorily.
Outside the classroom, the door sign is already crumbling and may fall at any time.
The classroom was in a mess and covered with dust.
"Well, the classroom has been identified."
"I'll go to Academic Affairs Office later to pick up the school uniforms. Ah yes... it seems that the school uniforms haven't been in stock for two years, so there's no need to go."
"You guys can do it yourself. I'll go back and catch up on some sleep. I'm exhausted."
After yawning, Xu Yuanqing dragged his heavy body towards the distance.
It's very doubtful whether he will fall asleep directly in the next second.
"Hey, how do we go to class?"
Zhao Zicheng looked at Xu Yuanqing's back and couldn't help but shout.
"The first lesson, earn 20 Credits."
"Time limit, one day."
"After you earn money, you will like me in the group."
Xu Yuanqing's footsteps didn't stop for even a second, and they walked further and further away.
It's hard to imagine...
Ink Academy, who is rumored to be so mysterious, has such a... wild teaching style.
What a first lesson!
You can at least teach us or give us an explanation.
20 Credits, where can you make money?
Yu Sheng thought about it seriously, turned around and left.
"Boss Yu, do you have an idea?"
Zhao Zicheng looked at Yu Sheng's back, his eyes lit up, and he asked hurriedly.
Yu Sheng was a little confused. "I have already made money..."
"There should be... a few hundred Credits now."
"I didn't count."
Yu Sheng recalled it for a moment, turned around and left.
Obviously, this non-teaching model course is the most suitable for him.
You tell me the number and I'll get it.
Pull it down after finishing.
It's just... Ink Academy doesn't seem to be as difficult as imagined.
"..."
"I have an idea."
"I just checked our school's task list and killed one Evil Cultist and 20 Credits."
"A few of us..."
Mu Yu put down the phone and his voice gradually became colder.
Zhao Zicheng looked at him and was silent for a few seconds. "Have you ever killed anyone?"
Mu Yu shook his head.
"Then have you ever had sex with Evil Cultist?"
Mu Yu shook his head again.
"What the hell, are you a fool?"
"Why should we, who just Enrollment, have sex with those Evil Cult people?"
"Send performance to others?"
Zhao Zicheng cursed, hating that iron cannot become steel.
Mu Yu was stunned for a moment. "But... haven't you killed someone before?"
"I watched the news and you were there."
"You can take us with you."
"And if Yu Sheng can kill, so can I!"
His eyes were very firm, he clenched his fists and said!
It is obviously a very serious matter, but paired with the shining golden chain, it is full of contradictions.
The most important thing is that there seems to be sequins on his chain.
Bulling Bulling.
"Huh..."
Looking at Mu Yu's expectant eyes, Zhao Zicheng forced a smile on his lips, recalling his experiences along the way.
indeed...
He and Yu Sheng Gaga killed randomly.
But now the random killings are gone, leaving only one Gaga, and a few more Gaga...
I guess Evil Cult woke up laughing from his dream.
"What do you think..."
"Is killing someone something to look forward to?"
"If you have never killed someone with your own hands, you will never know what it feels like."
"Sad, deplorable..."
"My wish is that one day I can convince people with virtue and influence Evil Cult, instead of just killing, do you understand?"
"When one day, your hands are stained with blood, this feeling... is not good."
Zhao Zicheng raised his head slightly, letting the sunlight hit his face from Teaching Building's window, and his whole person was filled with a holy aura.
Compassionate and compassionate.
"Forget it, you don't understand."
"Compared to killing someone in exchange for Credits, I would rather earn through my own suffering."
"Let's reflect on it."
"Your realm..."
"Too low."
After saying that, Zhao Zicheng walked slowly and left.
That back figure in the sun is so charming.
It's like...
He has always been who he is.
That sunny boy.