Start From Cultivation University

　　 "Huh?" Wu Hao didn't think of this, "Why me?"

"She had already applied in advance to be a volunteer to help prepare the meeting place, so she must not be able to get on stage." Xiao Youyu pointed to Yuan Qingqing, and then said, "As for me...I always win prizes when I was in middle school. After speaking on stage several times, the host teacher knew me and told me to give the opportunity to others this time."

　　Wu Hao: …so convincing reasons that cannot be refuted.

　　 "...okay." He could only agree, "but I don't know what to say?"

　　 "On behalf of Kunlun University, I would like to introduce the benefits of our university, and to encourage the younger students and younger sisters. As Teacher Wei said, we should spread the way of immortality to the world."

　　 Xiao Youyu glanced at the clock behind him: “It’s okay. The lecture starts in the afternoon, and sometimes it’s time. Let’s go and help first. You can take advantage of this to make a draft. It’s not too difficult. It’s about five minutes.”

　　 After some discussions, Xiao Youyu gave Yuan Qingqing the volunteer armband that he had already held in his hand. The two of them followed the instructor to set up the meeting place, leaving Wu Hao standing in place with a draft paper, thinking hard.

　　 Introduce Kunlun University to others? This matter is too difficult for him.

　　 Wu Hao patted the smoking forehead and decided to find a clean place to sit and think. When he was in high school, he liked to go to the backyard of the cafeteria and do his homework. This time he walked towards the old place naturally.

　　 But this time he ran into a little problem. As soon as I walked to the back door of the cafeteria, I saw that the cafeteria was surrounded by a circle of construction signs, prohibiting passage. But strangely, the forklift inside did not move at all.

"I can't get in here, go to the main entrance." A worker passing by pointed to the high earth mountain inside the iron wall. "This canteen was originally going to be expanded this year, but only half of the foundation was dug and the tomb was encountered. I don't know which one it was. The prince’s, anyway, you have to wait for the Cultural Relics Bureau to come over and finish the appraisal before starting work."

　　 This kind of thing cannot be more common in Ancheng. As the ancient capital of the thirteenth dynasty, Ancheng buried more officials and nobles underground than on the ground, often digging half of the ground to shovel a grave, and the planning of the city's subway was often stagnated because of this.

　　 And the Ancheng people have long been surprised at this. The ancestors in the ground sleep well, and we should eat and drink on the ground. There are even rumors that the large, middle and elementary schools in Ancheng are basically covered with graves, and that most young people can suppress the popularity of death.

　　 Well, in this sense, the people who go to school in Ancheng actually go to the grave every day.

　　 So Wu Hao went around the main entrance of the canteen. This meeting is not yet ready for meals, the cafeteria is very deserted, there are only three or four students in total.

　　 He found a corner to put down his things, and habitually went to the small shop next to him, ready to buy some mineral water biscuits or something. But as soon as I walked over, I found that the commissary had closed.

"It’s out of stock. I can only close the door today." The commissary owner said, "You may not believe it. I was out of stock by a student... Damn, I just bought a new batch of two days ago. Goods, I bought them all in two days. How come these high school seniors make up so much..."

　　 Today, this is really a three-shot combo... Wu Hao can only admit it when he hears this, and reluctantly returns to his position, propping his head to think about the content of the speech.

　　 But what he didn't see was that just after he entered the canteen, the vortex floating in the backcourt suddenly trembled on the campus of Kunlun University tens of kilometers apart.

　　 "Huh? What's the matter?"

　　 Wei Ze, who has been paying attention to the vortex, naturally discovered this anomaly at the first time, standing under the vortex, carefully observing the change of that thing.

　　 "There is spiritual power overflow? Is this connected to some blessed land?"

　　 Wei Ze stretched out his hand, picked up the spiritual power in his body, and tried to touch the trembling wind. This time, a slightly cold breath came from his fingertips. He could be sure that it definitely did not belong to the air at the top of Yushan Mountain, but he couldn't go any further.

　　 He tried to no avail, but he could only return to his office cabinet and wave his hand to wipe the large mirror behind him. The seemingly mediocre mirror surface is wiped in this way, the reflection in the mirror disappears immediately, and a scene of life emerges instead. The center of the picture is a student from Kunlun University.

　　【Tianji Mirror: Communicate with heaven and earth and gain insight into heaven and earth. Anyone with a special spell drawn by the caster can observe their whereabouts]

　　 This was also taken out of the upgraded Xiuxian blind bag. It is precisely because of this that he can safely release the students back to ordinary society. Anyway, as long as they carry the Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman he painted by himself, he is equal to 24 hours monitoring at any time.

　　 Of course, as a teacher, you have to uphold basic teacher ethics and respect the privacy of students, and only use it in special circumstances. Don’t even think about some special usages.

　　 At this time, he adjusted a circle, and he didn't find any students in a special scene. In the end, he locked the "camera" on Wu Hao.

　　 In the mirror of heaven, UU reads www.uukanshu. The young man was lying on the table with a headache. There was a piece of manuscript paper in front of him, and Wei Ze glanced at it slightly. They were all rainbow farts to Kunlun University. Seeing that Wei Ze really wanted to go into the mirror to pull the manuscript out of it and rewrite it for him himself.

　　 "Forget it, this is tap water, maybe it can add a wave of popularity." After saying that, Wei Ze was about to turn off the "monitoring", his eyes were swept away, but his expression became tensed, "Huh? This is...?"

　　 At the same time, Wu Hao also raised his head in the mirror image of the sky.

　　 What attracted him was the sound of chewing and the scent of bread, potato chips and chocolate. He looked along and saw a girl in a school uniform sitting in a corner further behind him, with a pile of snacks in front of him, devouring it.

　　 This "bundle" of snacks is a pile in the literal sense. At first glance, there are at least twenty or thirty kinds of snacks. Judging from the packaging bag opened next to her, she has eaten at least five or six packs of biscuits, two buckets of potato chips, a whole box of wafers, and three or four bottles of drinks. The mouth was stuffed, as if he had just opened his head.

　　 The scene surprised Wu Hao. This appetite, he, a boy who is about 1.8 meters tall, would have to eat for several days, but this school girl who looked thin and weak took more than ten minutes.

　　 If it’s her way of eating, it’s no wonder the canteen will be emptied...

　　 While thinking this way, he turned around and glanced inadvertently, and then his scalp became numb: At this time, aside from him, the scattered students in the cafeteria were all gobbled up. Their feet are full of food packages, but they still look like hungry ghosts just out of the house.

　　Wei Ze leaned close to the girl in the picture, looked at it carefully, and then frowned.

　　 "Why is she crying while eating?"