Qin Xin's breathing was inexplicably stagnant.

I thought of the gloomy and bloodthirsty man who called her "Blood Girl" and in a dark red robe.

Jing Zhichen softly reminded her in her ear: "The clothing of the superpower is divided into four levels: black, red, white and purple. In each level, the color from light to dark represents the height reached in this level. These people wearing black robes are senior brothers and sisters, seniors. The mentors are red robes, white robes are great mentors, purple robes... We should not have the chance to see them."

Ding Dou couldn't help but interrupt: "Then can we wear black robes too?"

Jing Zhichen nodded: "After tonight's freshman test, each of the candidates who passed the newborn will be given a light-colored black robe, representing your newborn identity."

Ding Dou jumped.

Qin Xin pondered silently, and there was no expression of yearning on her face.

Could it be that the psychic genius in the dark red robe really comes from here? And it is at the tutor level? Light red, dark red, deep red... According to the color, men should be intermediate tutors, and they are also an associate professor at the Imperial Academy level.

Why do people with status and status pass through the gates of time, go to the empire to arrest her and persecute her?

Blood girl.

Blood girl.

Does all this have any connection with the person who drew her blood by the ice lake?

Several clues that had been broken in Qin Xin's mind suddenly became linked together like vitality.

If all this is really connected, then it may not be a bad thing for her to fall into this strange world, but in the dark, fate is destined, and she will reveal the truth about her persecuted and tragic death.

She even found her body and the blood drawn, and who did what she did.

A minute ago, she was still in a hurry to find her way home.

At this moment, she suddenly calmed down and calmed down.

She can't leave.

She wants to seize this opportunity to find out the truth. After all, if you miss it, you will no longer have such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The man in the dark red robe died, but his identity file is still in this world. Then her first step is to invade the archive system here, dig out the identity of the dead man, peel off the silk and draw the cocoon, and find the direction for the next step.

Because of the sense of direction, Qin Xin's spirit became lazy and sharp before he knew it. Even his spine was a little straightened, and he strided forward quickly.

Jing Zhichen looked at her sudden change in surprise.

Didn’t they just talk about clothes just now?

Why has a woman's attitude changed so much?

He was worried about her depression or not before, but now her posture seems to be able to roll up her sleeves and fight with someone immediately.

So... the conclusion is... women like to talk about clothes??? Even in school uniforms???

Jing Zhichen followed in confusion.

Ding Dou didn't know what happened throughout the whole process, so she just followed Hanhan to smile: "Sister Xin must look good in a black robe, and the black and white are beautiful."

Three people sat down by the window on the fourth floor.

Qin Xin looked at the empty fourth floor: "Is this floor not open? We went wrong?"

Jing Zhichen coughed and said softly: "It's not. It's just... we came late, and the students in front had already eaten it."

Qin Xin said "Oh" because he was planning in his heart how to invade the archive system of this world, and he didn't have too many thoughts and deep thoughts.

After all, she doesn't have a single electronic device in her hand now, and even the elderly phone has become a luxury. She has to get a mobile phone before she takes action.
Chapter completed!