Lord National Teacher, please forgive me

Chapter 137 Talk
Seeing that the boy recognized her, Feng Ling nodded with a smile.

"Oh!" The boy looked excited, "Idol!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up a notebook and a pen from the table at the door, and handed them to Feng Ling expectantly, "Idol, can you sign me?"

After the other boy was stunned for a moment, he also came to his senses, hurriedly took out his pen and paper from his pocket, and looked at Feng Ling expectantly.

Feng Ling couldn't refuse, so she signed for the two of them.

"Thank you idol, thank you"

"Idol you sit, you sit"

"Idol." One of the boys leaned in front of Feng Ling with a blushing face, and asked with a look of admiration, "Can you tell us, how did you leapfrog to eliminate B-level evil spirits?"

"This." Feng Ling thought for a while and said, "I'm using a sword formation to kill evil."

Feng Ling briefly talked about the Xiexie Sword Formation.

Although the two boys didn't quite understand it, they felt very powerful.

Suddenly, a boy said in a low tone: "If only I knew how to kill evil sword array, maybe Xiaoqing wouldn't die."

Seeing Feng Ling's puzzled expression, another boy explained in a low voice: "Xiaoqing is his girlfriend, and she was killed by a C-level evil spirit during the monthly exam last month!"

Feng Ling's face turned cold, and she felt more sympathy for the boy.

Yun Yao, who was behind Feng Ling, leaned into Feng Ling's ear and said, "Sister, I heard that 5 people in our class died in this monthly exam, and 22 people died in the entire combat department of freshmen!"

Feng Ling was surprised, "So many?"

Yun Yao nodded sadly, and said with lingering fear, "Sister, if I didn't form a team with you this time, I'm afraid I would die too!"

Feng Ling comforted: "Don't think too much."

"Ah."

Feng Ling asked the two boys, "Senior, how many people are left in your class?"

One of the taller boys sighed and said: "At the beginning, there were 20 students in our class, but now there are only 6 students left, and we have to join other classes."

The casualties are really huge!
"Then..." Feng Ling looked at the boy and asked, "Do you regret entering the Imperial College? If you didn't enter the Imperial College, you wouldn't live in fear all day long?"

When the boy heard Feng Ling's question, a bright smile suddenly appeared on his gloomy face. He shook his head firmly and said, "Maybe I regretted it at first, but now I only feel honored!"

Feng Ling was puzzled, "Glory?"

"Well," the boy nodded heavily, "there are more and more supernatural events happening around the world, threatening the lives of ordinary people at all times. At this critical moment, if we monks don't step forward, our family members, friends, and compatriots will be destroyed." What should I do? Wait to die?"

"I still remember a mission in my freshman year. I didn't expect the target of the mission to be my grandfather. My grandfather was haunted by an evil spirit. His life would have been worse than death. I used my power to kill the evil spirit. If not... My grandfather can only wait to die."

"From then on, I feel that I have an extra responsibility on my body."

Another boy also nodded and said: "Since we have enjoyed the special treatment given to us by the country, such as super high salaries, special rights, real estate in Kyoto, etc., then we should fight for the country and its people!"

"My teacher died to save me. I can't be a coward and embarrass my teacher!"

"If we monks with special abilities all retreat, can our country still be saved?"

These two boys were still very young, only about 20 years old, but Feng Ling could feel that his willpower was exceptionally strong and he was ready to sacrifice at all times.

Just then, the door of the meeting room opened.

A group of students swarmed out of the conference room, and they happily discussed what the lecture had brought them.

After the people left, Feng Ling walked into the meeting room, and saw Jie Se slumped on a chair, throwing water into his mouth frantically with his head raised.

Sitting next to Jie Se was a handsome young man.

Presumably these men should be Yi Chaoyang, the president of the student union!

　For the past two days, Xiaojin’s home has had a power outage, saying that she was doing something, but tomorrow there will be no power outage.

　　Try to update tomorrow, good night!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)