I Am the President of the University

(There are too many ink marks at night. In order not to sacrifice quality, I can only use the scrapped manuscript to top it. Don't look at it. Refresh after 2 o'clock. I'm really sorry!)

"Is the boy next to Principal Li from our school? So handsome!"

"Really, it seems like a star!"

"I don't know which college it is from, I suddenly want to fall in love!"

At the end of the class, when the girls in the class were packing their things, they noticed the two people who were attending the class later.

Although Principal Li Jingtong looks elegant, but nothing good, it is the boy next to Principal Li... Looking over, the other party is like a black hole, attracting their eyes and making it difficult to look away.

Listening to the female classmates coming from the front row talking and discussing, while boldly peeping at Chen Hao, Li Jingtong couldn't help but smile, "Principal Chen, let you forgive me."

"President Li is serious, and I'm used to this situation." Then, Chen Hao smiled slightly, "I thought the students of Peking University would be different. Now it seems that young people like beautiful skins." ."

"Hahaha, the love of beauty is something everyone has. Our students at Peking University are still individuals no matter how smart they are. People have happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy." Li Jingtong didn't mind, but laughed.

Looking at each other, Chen Hao nodded silently in his heart.

Not to mention whether Li Jingtong has the ability or not, but in terms of dealing with people, he is really good at dealing with people and things.

This made Chen Hao feel a little uneasy, and couldn't help losing a skill to the opponent.

"System, use skills [Insight]."

"Name: Li Jingtong

Faction: Neutral

Potential value: 92 (top talent)

Ability: Education (9195), Literature (9093), Calligraphy (8791), Communication (8588), Management (8387), English (8187)..."

Seeing these data, Chen Hao's brows moved, almost showing a shocked expression on his face.

The potential value of 92 is not uncommon, and Dai Wenyu is also 92.

But in the ability column, it is still rare to see the current ability value so high!

Although the potential value of Professor Ren Hong of Hua University of Science and Technology is slightly lower than that of President Li Jingtong by 2 points, there is also a slight gap in ability value.

But the other party's pedagogy and literature have both broken through 90!

Hiss... horrible!

But once I think about it, this is normal.

After all, the other party is the president of Peking University, one of the domestic twin stars. To become the president of Peking University, his own ability must not be low.

If it weren't for knowing that it's impossible, Chen Hao would be moved.

Keke, this heartbeat refers to wanting to attract the other party to come to Guanghua and laugh, not anything else.

"President Chen?" Seeing Chen Hao startled a little, Li Jingtong stood up and reminded him, "President Chen, let me take you to Yuanpei College now."

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Chapter One Sword Spirit

"Master, master."

A light and pure voice sounded.

"Master, master, you wake up soon."

The voice became brighter and clearer, and it gradually approached.

"Who, don't make a noise, I want to sleep!" He frowned, a little upset when he was disturbed.

"Master, I am the second egg, you wake up soon."

The voice of the owner of the voice became a little anxious, as if something bad happened, she continued to urge:

"Master, it's not good. Erdan feels that the devilish energy has invaded the earth, and things are not good. If you don't act quickly, it will really be too late!"

"Why can't people sleep peacefully in the morning!"

Wang Ning sat up abruptly from the bed, closed his eyes and yelled in annoyance. The muscles on his face were trembling, and his chest rose and fell repeatedly, seeming to be extremely angry.

Closing his eyes lasted for about ten seconds. Wang Ning's ears shook, and his eyelids jumped. He opened his eyes and looked around. That's right, he was still a familiar bedroom.

"I just heard the sound? It seems to be called me?"

Wang Ning grumbled. Although the dormitory is a six-person room, three animals with girlfriends basically disappeared from the dormitory on weekends. They will go out part-time on one weekend, and the remaining student will also get up early and go to the library to take a bath. With.

Normally, Wang Ning spends the weekend alone in the dormitory. How could I hear the voice, not to mention that the voice is still a nice female voice.

This is a male dormitory, so I must have fallen asleep.

He shook his head and was about to lie down and continue sleeping. But I didn't expect that magical voice sounded again, it turned out that all this is not an illusion!

"Master, master, here I am, here I am."

"Really, there is a sound? I'm not awake yet, am I?" Wang Ning was stunned, and a loud slap was drawn to his face, "Hey, let me go, why is it so painful? I'm not dreaming. ?"

Wang Ning let out a hiss, frowning on his face, and constantly stroking his right cheek with his hand. After all, the slap was too solid.

"If I'm not in a dream, where did this sound come from? Is it from my roommate's cell phone or computer?"

Wang Ning, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, was no longer sleepy, and rolled from a donkey to under the bed. I fumbled for a while at the table of the five roommates, but did not find the source of the occurrence. Finally, he failed to return to his position, thinking sadly.

"Master, here! Here!"

That voice sounded again, and this time the impact was even stronger. Why did Wang Ning feel this way, because he felt the whole house was shaking violently, and the water cup on the table was constantly shaking, moving towards the edge of the table until it "clicked" and touched the ground at zero distance and broke into pieces. Countless fragments.

"My mother, there was an earthquake!"

Wang Ning's face changed instantly, and he stood up in a panic and prepared to open the door and ran to the first floor, but his footsteps suddenly stopped and his eyes stayed in the locker next to his knee.

There seems to be the source of the trembling of the entire dormitory building.

Seeing the house still in shaking intensified, Wang Ning didn't know what was in the locker, but he knew it must be a terrifying existence.

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, leaned down and pulled the locker door open.

At the moment it opened, the whole dormitory stopped shaking and returned to normal. But the shouts and screams from the entire dormitory building still did not stop.

But Wang Ning didn't notice all this, because his attention was in the open locker.

The contents of the locker were originally neatly arranged, but at the moment it was a mess. A dagger full of bronze rust stood in the center, which was particularly eye-catching.

"What is it that caused the big movement just now, isn't it this sword?"

Driven by curiosity, Wang Ning stretched towards the short sword.

It was picked up by Wang Ning in the Wu Lao Peak in the back of the school a few days ago. It seems to have been washed out by a heavy rain. He hadn't found it before. Because Wang Ning likes to climb the back mountain when he is in a bad mood, and shouting at the top of the mountain will ease his mood a lot.

That day, Wang Ning picked up this dagger and looked at the various mottled rust on it. Although it looked unsightly, Wang Ning felt that this sword must have a long history, maybe it was used by a celebrity in history. It's uncertain.

After taking it back to the dormitory, Wang Ning showed it to the roommates solemnly, but was ridiculed by the roommates. Although it can be seen from this rust that this sword has a long history, the body of the sword is completely damaged and the rust is too serious, even a master-class restoration engineer cannot repair it.

The lines and patterns on the sword body were covered by rust, which made Wang Ning who wanted to find out, couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Are you calling me?"

Wang Ning held the short sword in the palm of his left hand, while groping for the blade with his other hand. The blade is rough and uneven, and it doesn't feel good to the touch.

"hiss!"

For some reason, as if being scratched by the blade, Wang Ning's index finger of his right hand was cut out, and a few drops of blood dripped down the fingertips onto the dagger.

The finger was injured, and Wang Ning had no time to check the dagger. After placing it on the table in front of him, he pulled out a piece of paper and pressed it on his index finger to stop the bleeding.

But the scene that happened right now made him forget about his own hands. The dagger that was dripped by Wang Ning's blood suddenly hovered in mid-air and burst into dazzling light. Fortunately, the empty windows of the dormitory are very tightly closed, otherwise it will definitely attract the attention of nearby people.

"This, what happened?"

Wang Ning was dumbfounded, and couldn't help knotting his speech. What caused the sudden change of the short sword, but his previous guess was not wrong, this short sword is really not simple. .

Under that ray of light, the rust on the short sword continued to fall off, and a pile of impurities fell from the air. However, this was just the beginning. The short sword suddenly turned into a light ball, and the light ball continued to spread horizontally. After the light dissipated, I saw a long sword with silver light floating in the air.

Although shocked, Wang Ning reached out his right hand to the long sword in a spirited manner, and with a grip, he actually grasped it.

"Master, I have waited for more than a thousand years, and finally I have waited for you."

A loli sound rang in Wang Ning's mind, and he still had the impression that this sound was the culprit who disturbed his sleep before.

"Who is talking, where are you!"

Cold sweat rose from his forehead, and Wang Ning was spinning around in a panic, no one was around.

"Master, I am here to duck!"

Lolita sounded again, seeming to want to respond to Wang Ning, the long sword in Wang Ning's hand flashed with light.

"Are you talking? You, aren't you the legendary sword spirit?"

Wang Ning remembered the internet that he had seen before, those magical or immortal artifacts in fantasy and fairy tales, all of which were magical. Although Wang Ning was bullish in high school, he was indeed a second-year young man. But since entering university, Wang Ning finally got a clear picture of reality and harmony.

But what happened at this moment shocked his cognition once again.

The sword spirit actually exists? !

My god, aren't the cultivators and cultivators also true?

"For the duck, they are the two eggs of the sword spirit of Lingyun sword." The sword spirit's voice is full of joy, like a prisoner who has been released from prison for many years.

"Second egg?" Wang Ning's mouth twitched. The former owner of this sword had a low level of naming, which shows that the other party's taste is relatively low.

"This sword..." Wang Ning didn't care about the sword spirit's name for long, but erected the long sword straight in front of him, stared at it for a few seconds, and muttered, "Is it called the Lingyun sword?"

"It's destined to me." Wang Ning's face was startled, and then burst into laughter.

Chapter One Sword Spirit

"Master, master."

A light and pure voice sounded.

"Master, master, you wake up soon."

The voice became brighter and clearer, and it gradually approached.

"Who, don't make a noise, I want to sleep!" He frowned, a little upset when he was disturbed.

"Master, I am the second egg, you wake up soon."

The voice of the owner of the voice became a little anxious, as if something bad happened, she continued to urge:

"Master, it's not good. Erdan feels that the devilish energy has invaded the earth, and things are not good. If you don't act quickly, it will really be too late!"

"Why can't people sleep peacefully in the morning!"

Wang Ning sat up abruptly from the bed, closed his eyes and yelled in annoyance. The muscles on his face were trembling, and his chest rose and fell repeatedly, seeming to be extremely angry.

Closing his eyes lasted for about ten seconds. Wang Ning's ears shook, and his eyelids jumped. He opened his eyes and looked around. That's right, he was still a familiar bedroom.

"I just heard the sound? It seems to be called me?"

Wang Ning grumbled. Although the dormitory is a six-person room, three animals with girlfriends basically disappeared from the dormitory on weekends. They will go out part-time on one weekend, and the remaining student will also get up early and go to the library to take a bath. With.

Normally, Wang Ning spends the weekend alone in the dormitory. How could I hear the voice, not to mention that the voice is still a nice female voice.

This is a male dormitory. He must have fallen asleep~www.novelmtl.com~ He shook his head and was about to lie down and continue sleeping. But I didn't expect that magical voice sounded again, it turned out that all this is not an illusion!

"Master, master, here I am, here I am."

"Really, there is a sound? I'm not awake yet, am I?" Wang Ning was stunned, and a loud slap was drawn to his face, "Hey, let me go, why is it so painful? I'm not dreaming. ?"

Wang Ning let out a hiss, frowning on his face, and constantly stroking his right cheek with his hand. After all, the slap was too solid.

"If I'm not in a dream, where did this sound come from? Is it from my roommate's cell phone or computer?"

Wang Ning, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, was no longer sleepy, and rolled from a donkey to under the bed. I fumbled for a while at the table of the five roommates, but did not find the source of the occurrence. Finally, he failed to return to his position, thinking sadly.

"Master, here! Here!"

That voice sounded again, and this time the impact was even stronger. Why did Wang Ning feel this way, because he felt the whole house was shaking violently, and the water cup on the table was constantly shaking, moving towards the edge of the table until it "clicked" and touched the ground at zero distance and broke into pieces. Countless fragments.