The Anarchic Consort Chapter 161: To Shangliangyuan

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As soon as his voice fell, a gust of wind sprang up in front of him, stuffing his mouth full of dust.

Bali Jiajue walked past him carelessly.

"What's going on!" The man in the good courtyard roared wildly: "Why is it windy here! Pooh!"

Nangong Lie smiled evilly, and walked over.

The guy in the good courtyard is angry, what do they mean? Ignore him?

"Quiet!" The master standing on the test bench noticed the movement here, and looked at this side very unhappily.

The man in the good courtyard had to put his fist back, but they looked at Helian Weiwei, but their eyes were still ruthless!

"The old man will now announce the final results of your two games." The master opened the rice paper that was presented, and looked down and recognized the writing on it: "Youyuan will win against the goodyuan."

"Good courtyard versus poor courtyard......"

The master thought he had read it wrong, and when he read this, there was a glimmer of astonishment in his eyes.

Helian Jiaoer and Yuan Lingxuan, who stood in the audience, didn't care at all. Do they still have to announce? It must be the people from the good hospital who won!

The grey-haired master took off the reading glasses on his face and wiped it off. After putting it on again, he repeated what he said just now: "A good courtyard versus a poor courtyard, and a poor courtyard wins."

What? !

Everyone opened their mouths, turning their heads in disbelief, wondering if something went wrong with the test results!

How could the few people in the poor courtyard win the good courtyard?

Even if there is one in the early stage, it is impossible to win!

Could it be that what happened to the people in the good hospital that made them lose two games in a row?

Murong Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Helian Weiwei and the others.

Helian Jiao'er noticed his gaze, and opened her mouth gently and softly: "Before I heard the third sister said that there was a student who had applied for fortune-telling in the poor school with good grades, probably because of that person's light. "

"What does a competition represent?" Yuan Lingxuan mocked and smiled: "Look at their poor courtyard, as if winning a good courtyard is equivalent to winning the first prize, each of them looks like a dumpling. , Don’t care at all."

Murong Changfeng coldly closed his gaze, hum, and said: "Go take a rest and prepare for the second game."

However.

Master Bai of the Academy of Fine Arts, looking at the handwriting on the piece of rice paper, raised his brows slightly.

Win in such a short time?

However, there is nothing to be surprised, after all, the other party is from a good courtyard, and it is not much better than a poor courtyard.

Master Bai leaned back and said to Tu Sufeng: "The dean is happy now. I didn't expect the luck of these three young people to be so lucky, but it can be regarded as a variable."

"Luck?" Tu Sufeng raised his eyebrows with a warm smile, and didn't say anything to Master Bai. The longer a person is superior, the more he feels that others are inferior to him, but he forgot that the world is big. Wizards of Adversity.

It's that those three people really gave him a headache... Then he participated in a competition, and he received three complaints here. He can understand the first two people.

What makes him do not understand is that the ice boy shouldn't be in the game. Why is there a complaint?

Tu Sufeng's slender fingers rubbed his temples. It seems that he must have a good talk with the three people before the second game.

"President, are you looking for us?" Helian Weiwei smiled and pushed open the door of Tu Sufeng's study.

Tu Sufeng put the rice paper complaining about them on the table, and his gentle voice was accompanied by a black-bellied low pressure: "Sit."

Seeing this, Helian Weiwei looked back at Nangonglie, Nangonglie shrugged, and then went to see Baili Jiajue, who was already sitting lazily, supporting his chin with one hand lazily. Unceremoniously, he poured tea for himself.

Helian Weiwei and Nangonglie looked at each other, and sat in rows separately, preparing to eat and drink with the dean.

Tu Sufeng's mouth twitched, his face a little cold: "I have received three complaints here."

"That should have nothing to do with us." Nangonglie smiled confidently: "We haven't had a fight recently, nor have we been discharged from the hospital."

Tu Sufeng glanced at him and continued: "Everyone is complaining to you."

Nangong Lie was stunned, then lowered his head and started drinking tea.

"The master said that when you were in the competition, you were unorganized and undisciplined and despised the teacher." Tu Sufeng put his hands on the wooden table, his eyes faintly: "It was just a competition, and you committed three things. Are you How did it do it?"

Helian Weiwei said that she was innocent: "I just took a nap before playing."

Tu Sufeng: ...hehe, there is really no organization at all!

"How about you?" Tu Sufeng decided to ask them one by one.

"Me? I haven't done much anymore." Nangong Lie pointed his finger at the tip of his pen and smiled evilly: "I have been chatting and laughing with the famous ladies who watched the competition, and there is no chance to do bad things."

Tu Sufeng wanted to rub his forehead again: "Participants can't talk to spectators, don't you know?" Did the dog eat discipline?

Helian Weiwei and Nangonglie started to look at him at the same time, and their eyes fell on Baili Jiajue. Both of them wanted to know why he was complained.

"Let's talk about it, what have you done that made the masters unbearable." When Tu Sufeng looked at Bailijiajue, he was already helpless.

Bali Jiajue twisted his thick eyebrows: "The chair we are sitting on is too dirty."

"So what?"

Bali Jiajue's tone was light and he didn't mean to confess his guilt at all: "So I exchanged a chair with the nearest master."

Tu Sufeng:......

They don't even know this! Helian Weiwei and Nangong Lie drank tea in silence. No wonder they received three complaints. The culprit was finally found!

"It's shameless! I won't tell us if I change chairs!"

Is this the point! ! !

Tu Sufeng's always gentle and handsome face appeared to be cracked, he took a deep breath, and his voice returned to his previous gentleness, his eyes were bright: "One complaint is deducted ten thousand taels of silver."

Helian Weiwei smiled unscrupulously: "The total is only one hundred thousand taels."

"It's 70,000 taels now." Tu Sufeng took a sip of tea, and his voice slowly: "I believe you should have learned how to respect your opponent and master in the next two games."

So, in the second game, the bad house was against the good house.

Helian Weiwei and Nangong Liejue didn't dared to sleep anymore, and the girl didn't dare to hook up. She changed her arrogant and unruly appearance before, and she knew how to respect the teacher, and even slowed down her movements.

The masters are very satisfied with this situation, and the explanations they wrote are finally in handy!

Well, not bad.

It seems that the good courtyard is still strong.

These three people in the Chayuan were obviously suppressed to death by the other party...