It's the ten-year enrollment season again

The only remaining hair of the teachers in charge of the admissions office of Zuxia College was so anxious that they almost finished, because every time this time was their most annoying time.

As the most powerful official organization in the universe, the Federation has almost countless populations and forces, and there are many schools under its power. Those who can dislocate from such a vast number and become famous schools will have extremely high appeal and do not have to worry about the source of students at all. No matter how expensive the tuition is, there are a large number of students who have crossed the threshold and begged to enter. The reason is naturally because the base of the federal people is huge enough!

But on the contrary, schools without fame seem particularly desolate because there are too many schools and you are too easily drowning in the stars. Usually, those who choose their schools are just unopposed. Finally, they choose a school that they have never heard of before with the idea of ​​trying it out.

Such students are generally of poor quality, and their qualifications are average, and the training effect is average. After the society, it is naturally more difficult to gain fame for the school. Therefore, in order to make a profit, the college can only lower the salary standard of the tutors. If the tutors do not have a salary, they will naturally go to a better place, and the faculty of the school will become worse and worse, forming a vicious cycle.

Zuxia Academy has arrived at the most important gate now

Their college has been established for quite a while, and it has been almost 20 million years. Of course, this is naturally unmatched compared to those big-name colleges that have moved for tens of millions of years. But among ordinary private colleges, it is rare to be able to last for so long.

The principal founded by Zuxia Academy is a senior Slime member named Kim, who is one of the minority of Slimes who have become a star-rated life form. The original intention of founding the academy was to provide a platform for indigenous students born in large families to improve themselves.

In fact, the original intention of most private colleges is this, but the reality is too cruel and many colleges cannot persist. The school has relatively good operation.

Because the first principal got a huge fortune from somewhere, he supported the difficult period of losing money for millions of years. With the efforts of him and a group of like-minded mentors at all costs, the college still cultivated some relatively high-quality students.

Of course, high-quality students may not be able to do well after going out, but with millions of years of hard work, they have finally started to pay off. More and more high-quality students have come out and made achievements outside and achieved relatively high achievements. Some people have begun to drink water and think about their roots and start to pay for sponsoring colleges.

There were also some gods who gradually learned about the quality and cheapness of their students and relatively high-quality educational resources, so some gods who gradually cooperated with them.

It seems that the school is about to start getting on track.

Just when the older generation of mentors thought they had finally succeeded, something that no one expected happened. The third lord of the universe was discovered to cooperate with the void. The first god of war Cang Yue rose up and quickly wiped out the former third force with an extremely powerful attitude.

This incident has greatly affected him. His Academy is one of the schools that have been affected. A large number of students who had originally walked out of his school were killed in battle, and most of the gods who worked with them were killed and injured.

I have to say it is a matter of luck. Although this matter is big, it cannot affect all forces. But if you die, your school is the one with relatively poor luck.

After years of hard work, many mentors have gradually begun to be exhausted after returning to liberation. After all, from the beginning, there was nothing at all, and after a small achievement, they spent millions of years. Now, the blow to the starting point is really too big. How many people can resist them from the beginning? After all, not everyone is an immortal life like a principal. How many millions of years can life have?

So, finally, a tutor began to leave, and the college began to slowly walk to the brink of a landslide

"Principal, the publicity fee offered by Lighting City is 140 billion yuan per day, and the promotion fee added is 1 billion yuan per month for refreshing the monthly fee is 200 million yuan."

The director of the Propaganda Department carefully reported to the principal that he had selected the promotional port with a very high cost performance.

When Principal Slime heard about the promotional and distribution fee, his whole body's healthy green turned a little purple, and he said weakly with little confidence: "Is there anything cheaper?"

There is a reason for lack of confidence. When he founded the school, he was full of energy, but after all, he lost millions of years of money. How could he withstand such consumption even if he had a huge wealth?

Until now, he is really at the end of his journey

I have very little money left, so I can no longer spend money at all costs like before. In order to ensure the strength of the teaching staff, the high treatment of mentors cannot be reduced. The quality of educational resources must be maintained, which is also their original intention of running a school.

But if you protect this end, you will naturally have to make a choice on the other end of the publicity.

The director of the Propaganda Department also understood the principal's frowning look. It is understandable, but reality is reality. Light City is already a relatively cheap publicity channel for this galaxy. Other channels either have no traffic at all or the prices are even more expensive.

"How many students are signing up now?" the principal asked again.

"Three thousand five hundred and eleven" Propaganda Department honestly said: "Most of them are native students from nearby galaxies. I heard that we had tuition fee reductions here and then I barely came to register. Of course, some parents who know the quality of our school also chose us."

The principal wrinkled his face of a slime-standard jelly, mostly because of the tuition fee reduction, that is, this large group of students can pay limited tuition fees, and there are only more than 3,000 students, so I'm afraid that even the fraction of the teacher's salary is not enough.

Even if some old neighbors know the quality of their school and are willing to send their children to them, they probably value their cost-effectiveness and their children's college entrance examination results. If they have some results, they may eventually choose a prestigious school outside.

Thinking of this, the principal felt more and more unable to see hope, and sometimes he really wanted to give up like this.

"Where are our partners? Didn't there be any students here this year?"

The admissions director became even more embarrassing when he said this. Since the incident in Cangyue, most of the gods who had worked with their school had died or injured. Those who were not dead were far away from this land eroded by the void. Few are willing to come from afar to continue to cooperate.

However, over the years, one or two high-quality gods have been optimistic about them, such as the Lord of the Wine Immortal

But Jiuxian has sent three batches of students here in a row. As a lord who has not risen for too long, although it has developed very quickly, the demand for this aspect is always limited. You can't count on others every year, right?

Seeing the admissions director's appearance, the principal sighed: "Okay, you need not say anything."

The entire principal's office suddenly fell into silence. The teachers behind him looked at each other and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Principal!" At this moment, a young female teacher ran out and panted: "A lord came over and said he wanted to discuss cooperation!"

"Oh?" As soon as these words came out, the entire lifeless office instantly regained its vitality.

"What level? Which galaxy is in? What are the cooperative projects? Cultivate local indigenous people or recruit staff to postgraduate entrance examinations?"

The woman was stunned and rubbed her hands embarrassedly: "I forgot to ask these questions when I was excited."

Everyone: ""

"But the level seems not high, only level five!"

"Level 5?" Everyone's face suddenly froze. Most of the freshness just now was lost instantly. What are the lords of level 5 doing? Cultivate black goblins?

"Forget it, mosquitoes are also meaty," the principal sighed: "Let's go, take me to see."
Chapter completed!