Indeed, the paintings painted by Xiaobailong are very ugly stickman versions, the "little couple" outside the window cherishes pen and ink more than famous painters.

Sun Wukong sat in the chair in the auditorium of the Lingshen Touching Arms and Legs, which is the gymnasium of the Future Century. Then he looked at it in a daze with a book, and kept muttering, "I really worked hard."

Huayin rehearsed the dance of the spirit god with several spirit god female students in the center of the Lingshen Touching Arms and Legs Hall.

The only person in the audience was Sun Wukong sitting there.

Sun Wukong looked at the book seriously and said, "I really work hard, I really work hard..."

Then Sun Wukong worked hard to find a small hole in the middle of the book held by his hands. He looked at the center of the Lingshen Touching Arms and Legs Hall, and Hua Yin and others rehearsed the Lingshen dance.

After a while, Hua Yin fell to the ground with a bang, and the book in Sun Wukong's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and then suddenly screamed.

Hua Yin was helped up by the girl beside her. She heard the sound made by Sun Wukong and looked towards Sun Wukong.

The girl supporting role pointed to Sun Wukong's direction and said, "Hua Yin, look."

The supporting girl B continued, "Can I think he is peeping at us?"

Hana Yin got up, continued to do the dance moves, and said, "Don't worry about him, let's continue to practice ours."

After saying that, Hua Yin and others continued to rehearse the Spirit God dance.

Sun Wukong hurriedly picked up the book that fell to the ground, his face turned red with shame, and then blocked the book and said, "I really worked hard, I really worked hard." As he said that, he kept continuing to recite.

For several days, Sun Wukong was still holding a book with a small hole in the middle on the chair of the audience seat of the Lingshen moving his arms and legs, watching Hua Yin and others rehearse the Lingshen dance.

On the first day, Sun Wukong held a book with a small hole in the middle and watched Hua Yin and others rehearse the dance of the spirit gods.

At this time, Hua Yin fell down and Sun Wukong's book fell to the ground.

The girl Jia of the dragon supporting role said, "Hua Yin, look."

The supporting girl B then said, "Can I think he is peeping us?"

The next day, Sun Wukong held a book with a small hole in the middle and watched Hua Yin and others rehearse the dance of the spirit gods.

Hua Yin still fell down with a bang, and Sun Wukong's book still fell to the ground.

At this time, the supporting girl Jia said, "Hua Yin, look."

The supporting girl B said, "Do I think he is peeping at us?"

On the third day, Sun Wukong held a book with a small hole in the middle and watched Hua Yin and others rehearse the dance of the spirit gods.

At this time, Hua Yin still fell down with a bang, and Sun Wukong's book still fell to the ground.

The girl with a dull expression on the supporting role.

The girl B of the dragon suit said, "Can I think he is peeping at us?" As he said, he hesitated for a while, thought for a while, and looked at the girl A of the dragon suit said, "Hey, you seem to have forgotten what you said."

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Sun Wukong stood at the gate of the Spiritual God Academy, and several spiritual god students hurried into the Spiritual God Academy.

Sun Wukong thought to himself, "My name is Sun Wukong, not Sun Wukong. He is still a student of the Spirit God. Although his grades are not ideal, his height is not very tall, his face is not very tender, his temper is not very normal, and he doesn't have much or anything, but at least I am still a student, a student of the Spirit God Academy."

At this time, Tang Xuanzang, the director of the Spirit God Sect, walked up to Sun Wukong angrily.

Tang Xuanzang pointed at Sun Wukong and shouted, "Are you still a spiritual god student? Sun Wukong, look at other students who are rushing to class, and look at you, sticking here without moving, pretending to be a big tree stump. Look at your height, do you meet the standards for pretending to be a big tree stump? You don't look like you, hurry up and run back to your non-mind retarded class, look at this time, less than three, uh, ten..." As he said, he raised his head and looked at the sky and said, "Uh, a quarter of an hour," and continued to be surprised and said, "Oh, Sun Wukong, how did you come today."

Sun Wukong smiled knowingly, bowed to Tang Xuanzang, and then accelerated to the Lingshen Academy.

Tang Xuanzang said in a long sigh: "This looks like a student." After that, he nodded with satisfaction.

It seemed that the same was true. Several spiritual god students held up their textbooks in front of the ancient building of Lingshen Teaching, sat in a squat, and several spiritual god students ran around the playground of Lingshen.

Several young couples were angrily talking about breaking up in the woods.

In the teaching rooms of several mentally retarded classes and non-mind-retarded classes, Lingshen Teacher was giving lectures to Lingshen students, and Lingshen students were very serious in listening to the lectures.

In that classroom, Teacher Lingshen was also teaching the whole class seriously, and the dead cockroaches were placed on the podium.

Sun Wukong walked in the corridor leading to the non-mind-retarded class, and several spiritual god students who had chased and fought were walking very well.

Sun Wukong said in his heart: "Everyone is making progress, of course I also want to make progress. In addition, my dream is to still be a spiritual god singer, a very popular spiritual god singer."

Sun Wukong walked to the non-mind-retarded class and suddenly a schoolbag came towards him and hit Sun Wukong with a bang.

The old monster said furiously: "I once said that a spiritual god student who can't even have a spiritual god function problem is not a good spiritual god student." He was furious: "Go out, go out for me."

Student Long Taunga drooped his head and walked out of the non-minal retarded class with helpless expressions. He walked to Sun Wukong, picked up his schoolbag, raised his head, leaned against the wall and stole his horse. Then he secretly glanced at Sun Wukong and whispered: "The old monster seems to have drunk several carts of spiritual god gasoline today." After that, he made a look that made Sun Wukong look careful.

At this time, the old monster saw Sun Wukong standing at the door and said unexpectedly: "Sun Wukong! Today, when I saw you, an idiom immediately appeared in the teacher's mind, and I was very surprised."

Sun Wukong said with pride: "Teacher, when you see me, a word will always appear in my mind, let it go."

The old monster smacked his lips and said, "Oh, Sun Wukong, you have made progress."

Sun Wukong smiled foolishly and said, "Hehe, teacher, you are using derogatory words."

The old monster laughed and said, "Don't get me wrong. Sun Wukong, the teacher used the praise this time. Go back to his seat and listen carefully to the class."

Sun Wukong was very happy and nodded repeatedly.

Sun Wukong bowed to the old monster and walked back to his seat.

Student Long Taojia looked like he was indulging in love with his life and muttered, "Have you seen this yellow calendar today?"

The old monster continued to teach the students.

Sun Wukong returned to his seat and sat down, and found something in the desk hole that seemed to be a letter of spiritual expression.

Sun Wukong unfolded the letter and saw it was simple and neat. The content was, "I heard that the love of Lingshen University is excellent. The signature is Huayin."

After seeing this, Sun Wukong looked unbelievable.

Sun Wukong held the love letter that was really a spiritual sentiment letter in his hand and pondered for a moment, and sighed in a low voice: "I'll go?!"

At this time, the little white dragon, the best friend of Sun Wukong, was throwing a piece of paper toward Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong and Xiao Bailong had a rich and complex eye contact.

The little white dragon whispered, "What's wrong? Is there another book of war?"

Sun Wukong couldn't control the joy in his heart and said excitedly: "No, no, it's not a war book." After that, he immediately took out the Spirit God textbook and sounded the lesson extremely seriously.

Xiao Bailong said in confusion: "It's not Zhan Shu?" Then he thought about it and said: "If it's not Zhan Shu, is it a love letter?"

The spiritual seminary is empty, and the mentally retarded and non-psychoactive classes are empty, and the only one is Sun Wukong.
Chapter completed!