C8 Director

After a long trek, passing countless teaching blocks, they finally came to the deepest part of the academy.

An old school building stood alone at the end of the academy. The building was a little old, and its body was surrounded by crawling tigers. It looked a little decadent.

The old building was extremely quiet, and there was no sound at all.

The two of them brought Chen Xiaofann to the old building. They stopped for a long time, but they did not step into the building.

Chen Xiaofann was a little puzzled. He looked at the two of them. Sun Dahai seemed to have a difficult expression on his face, and he seemed to have something difficult to say.

Could it be that there was something strange in this old building that made Sun Dahai leave behind some painful memories?

After a long period of silence, Old Lee could no longer hold it in and spoke first.

"Old Sun, bring him to see the dean. After all, you're a spirit seeker. I'll wait for you guys here. "

It was rare for Old Lee to take the initiative to speak. When Sun Dahai heard his words, the corner of his mouth twitched. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it for a long time.

Thousands of words turned into a sigh.

Sun Dahai helplessly nodded his head and led Chen Xiaofann into the old building.

Chen Xiaofann followed behind Sun Dahai. When he saw their expressions just now, he felt that something was not right.

It seemed like neither of them was willing to come to this old building.

The old building was extremely quiet. All the doors were locked, and no one could be seen on the corridor. This old building was like an empty building.

Sun Dahai carefully took a step forward, as if he was afraid of making any more noise.

He quietly led Chen Xiaofann upstairs. He went to the sixth floor with great difficulty. He suddenly stopped and looked around, then whispered to Chen Xiaofann.

"When you see the dean later, no matter what he says, just nod and don't say anything! Do you understand?"

Sun Dahai's nervous look made Chen Xiaofann somewhat panic. Was this dean, whom he had never met before, so terrifying?

He nodded his head fiercely, not daring to ask any more questions.

After walking through the corridor on the sixth floor, they arrived at the only office that had its door closed.

Chen Xiaofann was a little nervous, as if it was the first time he had seen his teacher in school.

Sun Dahai hesitated for a while before he finally knocked on the door.

"Knock, knock. . . "

The sound echoed in the corridor, adding some inspiration.

"Is Little Sun back?"

When Sun Dahai heard the dean's voice, he couldn't help but shiver.

Chen Xiaofann looked at him in confusion. The dean's voice was magnetic and gentle. He did not sound like a cunning villain. Why did Sun Dahai have such a big reaction?

Sun Dahai didn't answer the dean's question. He just stood there and nodded like an obedient primary school student.

The dean seemed to have guessed Sun Dahai's reaction and continued.

"Come in, Little Sun. "

Sun Dahai responded to the dean's call and gently opened the door with Chen Xiaofann.

The sunlight from outside the window was somewhat glaring. An old man sat in front of the window. He had a head full of white hair and his back was hunched. He held a pen in his hand and quickly wrote something.

When he heard the door open, he stopped writing and turned to look at the two people who came in.

Sun Dahai quickly lowered his head and did not dare to look at him in the eyes.

Chen Xiaofann looked at the old man's kind face. He felt that the dean was not that scary.

The old man saw Chen Xiaofann's innocent look and felt gratified. He smiled and wrinkles appeared on the corner of his eyes. His face seemed to have some kind of magic that made people unable to look away. Chen Xiaofann looked at him in a daze.

Sun Dahai had been secretly observing Chen Xiaofann's condition. When he saw that something was wrong with Chen Xiaofann, he quickly pulled on his sleeve.

Chen Xiaofann came back to his senses and quickly lowered his head. His heart was beating fast. The dean was somewhat evil! This old man was not some great beauty. He had been staring at Chen Xiaofann's old face and lost his senses. How could he be like this?

Seeing Sun Dahai's action, the dean didn't say anything. He just looked at Chen Xiaofann and said.

"You are the newly born mutant of Jiang City, right? It seems like you are not a small person anymore. Being able to activate your superpower can be considered as an opportunity. Not bad. "

"Follow Little Sun, he will arrange the funeral for you. "

The dean's voice was very gentle, as if he was a kind old man next door.

However, the word 'funeral' did not match. Chen Xiaofann heard it and did not dare to say anything. He was angry but did not dare to say anything.

Sun Dahai and Chen Xiaofann did not dare to raise their heads. They kept nodding their heads and quickly responded to the old man.

Seeing that the two of them did not respond, the dean was not in a hurry. He turned his head and looked at the sky, revealing a trace of sadness.

"Jiang City. It's a place full of memories. There was once a powerhouse who came out from there. But. . . Sigh. "

The dean was halfway through his sentence when Chen Xiaofann obediently pricked up his ears and waited for the dean to continue. However, he chose not to say it. It was very uncomfortable.

Sun Dahai felt something was wrong when he heard this. When had the Jiang City produced such a powerful expert? It was not recorded in the roster. Was the dean pretending to be mysterious?

Seeing that the two of them did not say anything, the smile on the dean's face gradually disappeared.

He stared at Chen Xiaofann for a long time before raising his eyebrows. He had an idea!

"Hiss!"

"This child. . . Is somewhat similar to the experts who came from the Jiang City in the past. He came out of Jiang City twenty years ago. How old are you? Does it have anything to do with him? "

Coming out of Jiang City! Twenty years ago! Wasn't it exactly the year he was born? Chen Xiaofann raised his head and looked at the dean in shock.

Without thinking too much, he opened his mouth and asked.

"Who. . . Is he?"

Hearing Chen Xiaofann's reply, Old Dean smiled. His face and kindness were very happy.

Seeing the old man's bright smile, Chen Xiaofann suddenly felt like he had been fooled.

Sun Dahai was still thinking about the reason for the previous incident. He didn't expect to hear Chen Xiaofann suddenly say that he had been tricked by the dean.

"It's over, it's over, it's completely over! I have to be washed again!"

He secretly shook his head, his face pale.

The dean had a kind look on his face. It was obvious that he was a good person. When the chatterbox was opened, he became sacred. Sunlight shone on his back, as if he was wearing a kasaya. The golden light imprinted on the back of his head and head. He became somewhat Buddhist.

"The school has a long history. It is the most important thing in the 12th District. Countless talents have appeared in the past. It can be said to be. . . "

As the dean opened his mouth to speak, he continued to speak at a rapid speed. He didn't even catch his breath.

Sparks seemed to be spurting out of his mouth as countless historical and knowledge points gushed out from his mouth.

Chen Xiaofann was dumbfounded. His eyes gradually became dull and filled with countless questions.

Why did the dean start lecturing on the history of the academy? Where was the man from Jiang City just now? Why didn't you say it?

Looking at the dean's spittle flying everywhere, Chen Xiaofann's vision became blurry.

It was as if he could see the old man spitting out real words from his mouth, slapping his face one by one, attacking his body and beating his soul!

Chen Xiaofann and Sun Dahai trembled under the Dean's spittle. The old man's spittle accumulated and turned into an ocean. The ocean of knowledge was boundless, and the two of them were addicted to it, unable to extricate themselves from it.

The dean's special ability was very unique. He could control other people's thoughts. To be precise, he could force knowledge into other people's minds.

This skill was passive. The trigger was to answer his questions or ask him questions.

The dean was a knowledgeable and talented person. Although he was old, his memory was exceptionally good. Thus, when his skill was triggered, the knowledge in his mind would constantly surge out and he would continuously attack through his mouth. Finally, it would crazily surge into the minds of others.

Learning was originally a painful and joyous thing, but when knowledge became forcibly irrigated, hundreds of knowledge would pour into his mind in a short period of time. That sour feeling could directly cause his brain to go haywire.

What was even more exciting was that his skill was an area-of-effect attack. If it wasn't for his abnormal mental strength, he wouldn't be able to defend at all.

From a certain point of view, the Dean's verbal attack was basically invincible.

Sun Dahai and Chen Xiaofann were gradually drowning in his verbal attack. Their eyes were dull, as if they were in a daze.

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The sun was rising and the sun was setting. Time would always pass unknowingly.

Old Lee had been waiting at the entrance of the old courtyard. After the two of them had gone in for two hours, he understood that they had messed up the dean's plan.

The dean's superpower was not something that an ordinary person could withstand. He was fortunate enough to experience it once. That was the first time he had seen the dean a few years ago.

But now that he thought about it, he still felt a lingering fear in his heart. It was truly a huge headache.

It was precisely because of the special nature of the dean that he could only live in seclusion alone. Even the instructions and documents could only be placed in the mailbox at the door.

When he thought about it occasionally, Old Lee still felt a little heartache for the dean's loneliness. He did not know how he had endured all these years.

However, he was unwilling to go in. He could not easily attempt brainwashing.

Just as the last glimmer of the sunset was about to disappear, Chen Xiaofann and Sun Dahai helped each other out.

Under the light of the setting sun, the two of them were like old men who were about to die. They leaned against each other and walked out of the teaching building while trembling.

Old Lee held his forehead and could not bear to look.

"Old Lee. . . The dean has decided to allow him to enter the academy and make an exception for him to enter the middle class. "

Old Lee was slightly stunned when he heard that. He did not have any objections to Chen Xiaofann being able to enter the academy, but it was a little strange for him to be able to enter the middle class. The academy had always been fair, and he had never heard of the saying that an exception was made for an increase in class.

Could it be that there was something special about this kid that he did not notice?

Old Lee looked at Chen Xiaofann a few more times, and when he saw Chen Xiaofann rolling his eyes and looking like he was about to faint, Old Lee felt that he had thought too much.

He responded softly. Since it was the dean who made the decision, he could not say anything more.

Chen Xiaofann was completely dumbfounded the whole time. The dean's irrigation knowledge kept gushing out of his brain.

He was carried away by Old Lee and Sun Dahai like a walking corpse. . . . .

The dean looked at the three of them by the window upstairs. He narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"Power type superpower? Doesn't look like it. . . . His body is far beyond the normal power type, it's a little strange. . . "

The dean, who was deep in thought, suddenly thought of something. He threw Chen Xiaofann's matter to the back of his mind and picked up the pen on the table. He sat at the table and started writing rapidly.

Upon closer inspection, he was actually writing a letter.

"Dear Xiaomei, today is the 7500 day I miss you. I wonder how you are doing? I was very happy to receive your reply last month. . . "

Under the setting sun, there was only the sound of pen and letter rubbing against each other in the old building. Occasionally, a few sighs could be heard, no one was interested. . .