General Strength: People At The Treaty Battle, Start The Skill Tree Of The King Of Kings

On the Monday after Golden Week, school starts normally.

Today's origami was a little silent, and after noticing this, he patted Origami's shoulder, who always did not like to remain silent.

Turning back to origami, he looked at Qing.

Kiyoshi asked, "What's wrong origami?" Look at you as if you have something on your mind.

Origami was silent for a moment and then whispered: "Recently, AST has dispatched a top ace, it is said that he has killed elves alone, and his skills in using the manifestation device are also ranked among the top five in the world.

"So, be careful with you later."

Qing didn't care, smiled and said, "Origami, your current behavior is a betrayal of AST.

"I'm just worried about the safety of the people I like."

For the blood sea feud that is still in the sea of blood that his parents were killed by the elves, origami is willing to disclose the news to Qing, so Qing is still a little surprised.

And at this moment, the bell for class came from the radio.

The small group that was gathered together consciously dissolved and returned to their seats.

"Dear students, good morning."

As always, Ms. Xiaozhu greeted each classmate gently. But this time, just when Teacher Xiaozhu was about to open the roll book, she suddenly stopped moving.

"I have something very important to announce to you today."

Teacher Xiaozhu looked at the classroom under the podium that began to cause a commotion with her eyes.

"Transfer students? Male or female?

"If it's a man, I'm not interested, if it's a woman, I can recommend myself to bring my new classmates to get acquainted with the new school atmosphere!"

"There is still an empty seat next to me, so please make sure to arrange for new students to sit next to me. If it's a man, I didn't say.

"Speaking of transfer students, I have to mention a white fur who pedals two boats."

"Students,

please keep quiet."

Teacher Xiaozhu tried hard to signal that the classroom that began to chatter quieted down. Although her voice was not loud and did not have any deterrent power, the classmates obediently stopped the discussion.

After the classroom was quiet, Teacher Xiaozhu's eyes looked outside the classroom.

"Okay, come in~"

The door was slowly opened, and the transfer student walked into the classroom.

In an instant, the classroom fell silent.

It was a young girl with long hair as dark as a shadow.

Her long black hair was tied into two braids and fell leisurely over her shoulders, and her long bangs covered the astonishingly beautiful left half of her face.

The exposed skin on the other side is as white and smooth as a pearl, and the only thing you can see is a burgundy right eye.

The delicate lips like cherry blossom petals are full of devilish charm that can capture men with just one eye contact!

"Goo..."

Every boy in the class swallowed saliva the moment they saw the girl, even some girls.

The girl looked at her classmates under the podium with a smile, and when she saw Qing, her gaze obviously stayed on him.

This scene made countless boys who were in a sensitive period instantly glared fiercely at Qing.

As if to Qing: "You have so much, you are not allowed to dye paper anymore!" "

Qing has a hundred grievances in his heart, and he sits there decently, it is the other party who looks at him!"

"Okay, then please introduce yourself first~" Teacher Xiaozhu reminded.

The girl nodded, picked up a piece of chalk and wrote her Chinese name in beautiful handwriting on the blackboard.

Then the girl's soft voice that tugged at the heartstrings of her male compatriots like a demon sounded.

"My name is Tokisaki Madozo."

After a pause, Mad San continued: "It's an elf~"

The classmates were stunned, but they didn't care, just a humorous introduction.

However, origami and jukata are different.

Shika poked Qingqing's back with her finger, "Qing, did you hear that?" She said she was an elf! He

nodded, but he wasn't too surprised, after all, he already knew.

Origami lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Well... Okay, then Saki-san picked a seat and sat down..."

But before that, can I ask you something? "

Huh? What's up? Mad

San put a finger on his chin.

"I've just transferred schools, so I'm completely unfamiliar with the school. Even after school hours is fine, and I wish someone would show me around the school.

"Ah, yes. That's right. After thinking about it, Teacher Xiaozhu said, "Then, the class leader..." Then

a tall boy with a passerby's face stood up, he was the class leader of the third class of the second year: Xiaohong.

On the outside, he looks good at all, talented, amiable, and helpful. However, he is actually a perverted stalker with a particularly possessive desire.

Takahiro stood up with a smile on his face, "Tokisaki-san, I am the class leader Takahiro, please advise me in the future study life together!"

Mad San glanced at Xiaohong, and then politely refused: "No need, I want to choose one myself."

Saying that, Mad San looked at Teacher Xiaozhu, "Is that okay?" Looking

at Mad San who was staring at him, Teacher Xiaozhu felt that he couldn't say anything to refuse.

"Hmm... But, you can..."

"Aligadu, sensei-san!"

Mad San's words instantly plunged the male compatriots in the class into madness.

The squad leader Takahiro smiled awkwardly, and then sat back in his seat.

"Please let me come!"

"Didn't you still have basketball practice during your lunch break?" Let me do it anyway! I didn't join any clubs, there was time!

"Basketball training can be done at any time, just quit!"

"Who goes to hell if I don't go to hell? I'll just do this kind of trouble!

"............""......

""

A-la~ everyone is really enthusiastic..." Mad

San squinted his eyes and smiled, then walked off the podium and walked straight to Qing's seat and stopped.

"Ah, can I ask you something? Clear. "

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Overestimated myself, updated about 14,000 words today, and there are 14 more short of it.

Help Wu Ai push the book, the child is going to starve to death.