Mo Ling blinked and was about to speak, Ling Luoyu glared at Zhang Shan lightly, "Go inside." He also glanced at Wang Zheng, and in her mind, he steadily labeled the two of them as superficial men.

Classmate Wang is completely caught in the attack. Is this related to him?

Mo Ling smiled embarrassedly to Zhang Shan, and greeted Wang Zheng again: "Wang Zheng, sorry, I have something important to ask my senior sister today. I will treat you to dinner next time."

Wang Zheng stood up and smiled slightly, "We have almost eaten, we are going back, so we will talk about it if we have time."

Ling Luoyu suddenly stopped, Wang Zheng?

Ling Luoyu took a look and found that he was Wang Zheng? The one who was praised by his grandfather to the sky?

Zhang Shan completely entered the mode of picking up girls. He asked Mo Ling’s Tianxun number quickly, and then turned to Ling Luoyu: “What do you call senior sister? I am Zhang Shan from Huang Qi.”

When other students who were dining in the hotel saw Zhang Shan asking Ling Luoyu for a number, they all laughed, and they were another funny guy who didn't know how to live or die.

Ling Luoyu, Professor Gael's granddaughter, and the person from Xuan Class 1, has super comprehensive abilities. After all, he has inherited a high IQ. Those who want to pursue her can line up from Roland Lin to Roland Garros outside. However, this beautiful Ling inherited Professor Gael's temper and was quite straightforward. Professor Gael is one of the members of the board of directors of the elite college. This is a real power figure and cannot be provoked.

Few of her classmates had her number. Last time, Hu Ba from Xuanyi asked her about the number of Tianxun, but she was beaten by Ling Luoyuwu...

It is simply sad that those who hear it, and those who see it cry, don’t even mention it.

Anyway, students Hu will definitely not be within fifty meters of Ling Luoyu now.

Now, I am staring at Zhang Shan, and I don’t know what Goddess Ling is feeling today. Is it a literary fight or a martial fight? The outcome of a literary fight is better, at most it will be ugly.

The restaurant was so quiet that it could be heard that a needle was removed. Then, everyone heard Ling Luoyu say lightly: "Give me your... and his number, I'll contact you later."

Dangbang!

Someone's knife, fork, bowl and chopstick fell to the ground and broke the ground.

Are you wrong? It’s okay to give it to Zhang Shan, but it may be to give Mo Ling face, so why did Wang Zheng, who didn’t ask her number?

Mo Ling blinked in surprise, not very clear. After entering the private room, he asked, "Senior sister, aren't you afraid that they will use your number to promote it everywhere?"

Ling Luoyu smiled, showed a pair of little tiger teeth, and said proudly: "I'm afraid they will do nothing."

To be honest, at home, I listened to my grandfather Gail Wang Zheng's words every day, Wang Zheng's genius, and how he was, and my ears were calluses. Moreover, after my grandfather recently knew that Wang Zheng was coming to Roland, his eyes began to smile when he looked at her.

Don't think she can't understand what the idea is!

Really! Ling Luoyu was so angry. Is she still a granddaughter?

I don’t want to admit it, but Ling Luoyu is indeed jealous.

However, as her identity, it is not appropriate to take the initiative to find Wang Zheng's trouble. After all, she is a senior. Only the guys who are very frustrated in elite academy will look for their juniors and those who are capable will challenge them upwards.

I met this by chance today, so of course she would not miss the opportunity. I got the Tianxun number first.

Mo Ling blinked, and the clever one no longer asked her, but instead brought up her affairs, "Senior sister, in the world of Saints. I have a task and need help..."

Mo Ling has reached the believer level in the world of saints, but the martial arts are still the Sixteen-degree Blade Sword. It’s not that she has no other choice, but because she has a better choice.

Holy Ice Art. In the Saint World, Holy Ice Art is an extremely special technique. The full version has a potential of thirty-two degrees. However, the conditions for obtaining are also very special. The entire technique is divided into six pieces.

However, I am afraid of those who are interested in Kung Fu. Mo Ling has collected five pieces of the Holy Ice Art in his hand. Only the last piece is left, he can get the complete Holy Ice Art practice.

"Do you have the last piece of fragments?"

"Well, in one's hands."

"Who is it?"

"This person and my senior sister are also having a bit of a holiday...Black Charcoal." Mo Ling blinked, "I feel a little weird about this black Charcoal. Maybe it's not easy to deal with."

Ling Yuluo's eyes moved. After losing to Black Charcoal, she felt a little depressed, but she didn't spend much effort in the world of saints. In the elite academy, a considerable number of people just regarded it as a place to play.

"Mo Ling, I know that everyone is very concerned about the world of Saints, but personally, I think there is more of a reference there. This world of Saints is a project jointly developed by the Academy and a certain force. I think it is more like treating everyone as a test subject, and of course it has a little exercise effect." Ling Luoyu said.

Mo Ling nodded. In fact, it is a bit challenging for everyone to be so active, because some things inside are indeed difficult. The key is that the difficulty is not that the routine is wrong, but that it really depends on your personal strength and judgment and other comprehensive factors. This thing must be serious, but you cannot be serious.

"Is this Wang Zheng said to be in Class 7?" Ling Luoyu asked. Mo Ling's expression suddenly became different, and he looked at Ling Luoyu with a smile.

"Senior sister, are you..."

"What are you talking about, you damn girl!" Ling Luoyu is a famous feminist at the Xuan level. It is a bit unnatural that he suddenly pays attention to a junior junior like this.

Seeing Mo Ling's different eyes, Ling Luoyu sighed helplessly, "I only tell you this matter. If it is spread, be careful that my sister will kill someone to silence me!"

Ling Luoyu and Mo Ling are family friends. They grew up together and both belonged to Roland Garros immigrants. Ling Luoyu passed by Gael's generation and belonged to the elite family. As a place where human elites are concentrated, Roland Garros does have the flavor of a small world. Of course, Roland Garros serves all mankind and does not have the concept of a country.

When Mo Ling heard gossip, his eyes lit up, "Liaoyu, we are good friends since childhood. Do you think I will betray you?"

"Oh, my grandfather didn't know what crazy he was going on. He wanted me to go on a blind date." Ling Luoyu said helplessly.

"Blind date!!!" Mo Ling almost jumped up, and was pulled by Ling Luoyu and covered his mouth, "You are crazy, can you know everything in the world!"

Ling Luoyu is Xuan Yi's person. Not to mention his ability, Gael's situation is there. Respecting teachers and Taoism in the elite academy is the first priority, so this little princess lives a very comfortable life, which is quite a bit like a big sister.

Mo Ling did not let himself laugh as much as possible, but his face turned red and he was almost breathless.

"If you want to laugh, just laugh." Ling Luoyu said helplessly.

Finally Mo Ling burst out, laughing so hard that she leaned back and forth, and the flowers were shaking. What a pity, Zhang Shan missed such a beautiful scenery.

"This Wang Zheng is good. I asked him if he was interested in being the monitor of Huang Qishi, but unfortunately he was not interested."

Mo Ling said, "But Teacher Gael is really optimistic about him. He gave him the right not to attend classes in the first class. It's so exaggerated. I heard that many people have disliked him."

In an elite academy, how can you prove your excellence when no one is convinced by each other?

That is what others don’t have, you have, and others can’t do it, you can.

That is, privilege.

It would be fine if Orivedos was like this, but who is Wang Zheng?

But Wang Zheng’s privilege was held in Gael’s class, so it’s not easy for everyone to find a reason. After all, it’s not a battle, because it seems a bit of a loss of price to beat someone up.

Ling Luoyu shook her head slightly, "Grandpa is not that kind of person. Wang Zheng really doesn't need to attend classes. I secretly tell you that he is the youngest member of Youka Club. Grandpa often says that if this person concentrates on scientific research, he may become a leader in the physics community."

Mo Ling couldn't smile, "You mean... can he actually join that organization?"

The Youka Club is unofficial, but it is more official than any official. It gathers the highest-level scientists of the Galaxy Alliance, including humans and alien nations. Everyone who enters must definitely show enough skills. Basically, even under the age of forty is young and has a goal.

Ling Luoyu nodded.

"This... is impossible, would you make a mistake?" Although Mo Ling's family was not engaged in this aspect, due to their intimate relationship, they obviously knew that the strength of this organization was. In fact, the stronger the society is, the less powerful it is.
Chapter completed!