The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

The results of the three-college entrance examination this time have not been officially released, but the whole school has already begun to boil. Every student in the art class from the head teacher to the following is full of confidence. The students in other parallel classes also did well in the exams. The results of the Rocket class are also very stable this time.

Moreover, the only full score in mathematics for this exam was also given.

This time, the three-college exam will surely rank first again.

The school's leadership team and the senior class teachers held a small meeting with enthusiasm under the leadership of the vice principal.

The main content was for the mobilization meeting in the afternoon. After the meeting, the vice principal deliberately left Lin Lin and the head teacher of Class 10. Qian Dingzhuwan urged the parents of Shang Yufei and Yan Yixuan to be entertained in the afternoon.

Lin Lin was still angry because the sudden increase in the number of performances was not for the art class, but when she heard the deputy principal said that it was the director's office who called the principal personally to take special care of Yan Yixuan, this disappeared. Angered.

In my heart, I wondered whether to get Yan Yixuan into the art class. Is it a different matter for Good Miaozi, mainly because of the relationship with the Minister Gao. From now on, she can walk sideways in the school or even the whole district and the city?

As for academic performance, Shang Yufei is in the art class anyway. As long as you enter the art class, there is nothing wrong with the exam.

After taking care of it, the smile on Lin Lin's face became more obvious. The teacher in Class 10 saw Lin Lin's changes clearly, and she was in the mirror, just wanting to talk to her about Yi Xuan.

For so many years, the teachers in the school have been watching Lin Lin's face. Now, she finally had a hard back door in her class, and she said that she couldn't let Lin Lin take it away!

The two teachers secretly competed and left the vice principal's office.

The vice-principal is very happy, thinking that if this mobilization meeting is successfully held, maybe he will be praised from above.

The mobilization meeting started in the afternoon, and classes were still held in the morning, but the students in the art class had lost this mind. All of their focus is on the bet between Li Hao and Tian Peng, and the first place in this exam, whether it is an art class or a rocket class.

The classroom was noisy, Lin Lin didn't care about it, her heart had already grown grass, farther than these students could fly.

Yan Chenxi sat in the position, looking at the students in the art class, and couldn't help shaking his head.

Outside the window, a sparrow chirping, "Sir, are you unhappy?"

Yan Chenxi nodded, "These human cubs have never awakened."

"Sir Captain, you have given them the opportunity, but they don't cherish it. They get this result, and they take the blame for it!" Sanba cursed indignantly.

In fact, Yan Chenxi did give a chance. Most of the questions in the exam were previously done by Shang Yufei, but she had slightly changed the questions.

As long as these cubs carefully examine the question, they will notice the changes and find the correct answer.

But looking at their reaction, I didn't even notice it at all.

"If the cubs of mankind are all people who want to get something for nothing, then mankind really has no hope. Why, let it be destroyed." Yan Chenxi is really disappointed, as the ancestor of mankind, she Witnessed the development of mankind.

I have seen how the ancestors of mankind opened up new frontiers, worked hard to get rich, and worked hard.

These are the most precious qualities of mankind, even if mankind is at the lowest end of the universe. However, relying on this quality, one day in the future, it may become a higher creature above the universe.

As an interstellar manager, Yan Chenxi very much hopes to see this day.

But now these human cubs, what she sees is not hope, but perish...

"Sir Captain, don't you say that. Have you forgotten your purpose of coming to the earth? You want to protect the earth and protect mankind!" Sanba anxiously reminded.

The main thing is that they are all on the earth now, and the earth time will not go back to the universe for the next ten years.

If the earth is really destroyed, they will also be destroyed!

March Eighth is really afraid that this ancestor will abandon mankind, give up the earth, and don't care about anything.

Yan Chenxi sighed, "I know, I won't give up. At least, there are still a lot of obedient cubs on the earth."

Looking at Lin Shuyan not far away, Geng Rui by her side, and the children in other classes who walked past the door, the harshness in Yan Chenxi's eyes gradually disappeared.

The classroom was too noisy, and she couldn't stay a little longer, so she got up and walked outside.

Geng Rui called her, "Dawn, where are you going?"

"Go to the supermarket and buy buns to eat." Yan Chenxi said faintly, in a bad mood, and the owl is not there and can't charge, then turn grief and anger into appetite.

Geng Rui frowned when he heard about the supermarket. He hadn't been to the supermarket for a long time because he couldn't get in...

After Yan Chenxi's incident passed, he must find an opportunity to ask his uncle why he wouldn't let him go to the supermarket.

After recovering, Geng Rui was surprised to find out.

The yelling of the uncle seemed smooth.

In the supermarket, it was still the woman who said Chenxi didn't stay too much, took two sauced pork buns and left. Unwilling to return to the smoky environment of the art class, he turned around and went to the complex building next to it.

She remembered that there was a guqin in the music classroom.

...

Inside the complex, two figures, one tall and one low, strolled in the corridor.

"I said Lao Zhao, people invited us to participate in the mobilization meeting, this meeting has not yet started, you are wandering around at other people's school, it is not appropriate?" The short middle-aged uncle pointed at the tall middle-aged uncle in front of him. Said.

"If there is anything inappropriate, just turn around, or else in the restaurant, I will stare at those people with big eyes, I'm so annoyed!" said the tall man.

"It's not that I said you, Lao Zhao, you are different from others. As the host, President Lin invited us to dinner and talked about the students by the way. Why did you stare at me?" The short man continued.

"Old Li, if you want to listen, you just go back, I am walking here by myself, and I didn't let you follow me." The tall man said.

The two men, the taller surnamed Zhao, are the principals of the Imperial Royal Academy of Art. The short man's surname is Li, the principal of the National Academy of Drama.

These two schools are the highest art schools in the Empire, one is the cradle of artists, and the other is the pedal of stars.

All art students take these two schools as their goals. But wanting to be admitted to these two schools is difficult.

"I don't want to listen to those hypocritical flatteries." The short Principal Li mumbled, and trot to keep up with the tall Principal Zhao.

At this time, a faint piano sound rang in the corridor.