strokinit Chapter 98 For example, what is your deal with the Haotian Sect?
Chapter 98 For example, what is your deal with the Haotian Sect?
Chapter 98 For example, what is your deal with the Haotian Sect?
The sudden sound interrupted Teacher Lin's lecture. She wiped her hands, straightened her clothes, and asked.
"Who are they? The law enforcement team or..."
The female student shook her head, her pretty face slightly flushed.
"Yes, it is the Holy Son, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Su Chen."
Ok?
Upon hearing this name, Qiu Ruolian and Shui Liuyun instinctively turned their gazes toward the blackboard.
On that, the information of the members of the Spirit Hall team was posted in the most prominent position, especially the captain Su Chen, who was circled in a large, eye-catching red circle and covered with dense annotations.
"They've come with ill intentions."
Seeing Qiu Ruolian's delighted expression, Teacher Lin sighed and gestured for the female student to erase the blackboard and take down the materials.
"Let's go, everyone follow me to greet this Holy Son."
Let's see what he intends to do with us.
The entrance to the Tianshui College campus.
The boy's silver hair was neatly styled, and his gold-patterned robe made him look noble and elegant, like a miniature version of the Pope.
Logically speaking, this kind of clothing is an absolute transgression.
But it was Bibi Dong who made the decision.
He had intended to dress casually, but after Chrysanthemum Douluo learned of this, he very seriously demanded that he dress properly.
According to Zhao Yueguan, Su Chen's every move represents the attitude and face of the Spirit Hall.
This idea reached its peak after Bibi Dong, who had been busy all night, discovered it and added it to her list.
This is also the origin of this smaller-sized papal robe.
"Brother, what can I say? Tianshui is so rude! In my opinion, we should just break down the gate and storm in!"
Yin Luo, dressed in a brand-new purple robe, rubbed his hands excitedly, followed by two teams of yellow-robed chief stewards.
That's right, this is the equipment that Chrysanthemum Douluo arranged for Su Chen to go out, and he said that from now on it can only be higher, not lower.
If it weren't for the current shortage of manpower, Bibi Dong would have even considered assigning several purple-robed bishops.
Yin Luo naturally benefited from this; otherwise, with his strength, it would have taken him more than ten years to wear this purple robe.
"Alright, we're here to visit, not to fight. Stop making such a fuss."
Su Chen looked at the excited Yin Luo with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
I feel like this kid is getting a little too cocky in this outfit. Didn't he see someone recording his behavior from behind?
If I remember correctly, it was someone arranged by Elder Yin, right?
Shaking his head, Su Chen gave up the idea of asking Yin Luo to tone it down, since it was too late anyway.
And
"Hello, Professor Lin. I apologize for bothering you today. Please forgive me."
The boy looked at the approaching group of beautiful women and focused his gaze on the voluptuous female teacher at the head of the group.
"Your Highness is too kind. It is an honor for Tianshui that Your Highness would be so kind as to grace us with your presence."
Teacher Lin bowed slightly, a warm smile on her face.
"I am Lin Ziwei, the teacher in charge of the team from Tianshui."
Su Chen was looking at her, and she was also observing this mysterious Holy Prince.
Yesterday, the boy's Flying Thunder God technique shocked all forces. As far as she knew, no force had yet figured out a way to counter this move.
Or rather, there is a solution, but it's definitely not something a young person can do.
Having been in close proximity to her today, Lin Ziwei felt a chill run down her spine.
Aside from his slightly immature appearance, the boy's demeanor and manners showed no signs of being a six-year-old.
The Spirit Hall, what a terrifying foundation it possesses.
Before Bibi Dong, that monster, had even reached her limit, another one, Su Chen, immediately appeared.
Moreover, judging from the rumors, both of them are extremely hawkish.
If this continues, will there still be a place for these small forces to survive?
Teacher Lin sighed deeply.
"Would Your Highness like to come in and talk?"
Her mind was in turmoil, but her expression remained unchanged, still beaming with a smile as she spoke.
"Please go ahead."
The silver-haired boy nodded slightly in response.
His gaze swept over the female students who were curiously observing him, lingering briefly on the two girls at the front.
Judging from his appearance, he should be a relative of the sweet soup dumpling from more than ten years later?
Su Chen thought to himself.
The group quickly entered the reception room, where Su Chen and Teacher Lin stopped at the door in a tacit manner.
"Yin Luo, you guys take a break for a while. Oh, right, I remember you wanted an autographed photo, now's your chance."
The silver-haired boy raised his chin at the girls who were curiously looking at him.
To everyone's surprise, Yin Luo shook his head with a serious expression. "Your Highness, this is not the time for me to deal with personal matters. I will just stand guard at the door. You can call me if you need anything."
Su Chen raised an eyebrow and saw a certain yellow-robed chief deacon nod approvingly, so he knew that this kid probably realized someone was watching him.
"Fine, then."
He shrugged and went in first.
Meanwhile, Teacher Lin instructed Qiu Ruolian and the others to prepare tea and snacks to entertain the guests. Then, as if she had made up her mind, she went into the room and gently closed the door.
Yin Luo stood upright at the door, staring straight ahead, beads of cold sweat appearing on his back.
Because he could feel a pair of eyes staring intently at him.
That gaze was all too familiar; it belonged to the family, or more precisely, to my grandfather's personal guards.
The purpose is self-evident.
"Hey, shorty, what's your name?"
Just as his buttocks were starting to ache, a light, melodious shout suddenly came from the side.
Yin Luo subconsciously turned around and saw the fourth girl among the seven beautiful girls looking at her with a grin.
That is
Lin Ya'er, a backup dancer for the sweet soup group!
Yin Luo's heart raced instantly; she was almost mesmerized by that sweet smile and nearly opened her mouth.
But fortunately, at the last minute, he felt that unease again and hurriedly changed his words.
"I am... cough cough, I'm sorry, without His Highness's decree, we cannot disclose this information."
Once that feeling subsided, Yin Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was filled with bitterness.
What could be more painful than seeing your idol girl group so close yet being unable to do anything about it?
"What a boring man."
Lin Ya'er gave a soft snort, glanced at Qiu Ruolian unintentionally, and saw the latter give her a wink, which she immediately understood.
"If we can't talk about you, how about talking about your Holy Prince? Don't worry, we won't pry into your privacy, just some minor gossip, like, does he have a girlfriend?"
The girl blinked, as if invisible electric waves shot out, numbing Yin Luo's entire body.
"If you just tell me, I'll hug you and take a picture with you, how about it?"
Yin Luo: !!!
"no problem!"
He patted his chest vigorously and ran over there with a smug look on his face.
Get out of my way, all of you!
Even if Grandpa beats me to death, it'll be worth it!!
Hehe, idol, I'm here to support you!
Meanwhile, inside the house.
"That child is very interesting."
Teacher Lin looked at Yin Luo, who was speaking eloquently, and chuckled softly while covering her mouth.
"Yes, as expected."
Su Chen sighed. "Never mind him, let's talk about things adults should talk about."
"Oh?"
Teacher Lin raised an eyebrow.
"for example."
The young man sipped his tea slowly, a faint smile on his face, but his dark eyes were like a deep, vast ocean.
"For example, what exactly did you trade with the Haotian Sect?"
(End of this chapter)