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The original group of three suddenly became a group of four, and the admissions teachers became more and more aggressive in their deception¡ª¡ª
"Did any of you feel spiritual energy during the test just now? It doesn't matter if you didn't! We have a teacher here who is famous for his good luck!
As long as you can become his students and absorb his European spirit, foundation building will definitely not be a problem! "
"Students, don't listen to his nonsense, come to us! How awesome our principal is. He started practicing by chance before his spiritual energy fully recovered.
He is only over a hundred years old now, and he is already a master in the early stage of the Golden Elixir!
??Practice with the principal to ensure you become an immortal! "
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The brainwashing slogans surrounded her ears at 360 degrees, and they all looked like kidnapped children. Su Qingyu subconsciously leaned closer to Jun Luo, and couldn't help but whisper:
"This is too enthusiastic."
"Because they are all casual cultivators."
The low-alcoholic laughter came gently from his side, and Jun Luo patiently explained:
"Reviving spiritual energy is not a trivial matter. The above has taken into account that there must be many people with average qualifications who also want to practice. Therefore, in addition to establishing spiritual colleges, experienced casual practitioners are also encouraged to set up preschools on their own, and certain resource subsidies will be issued.
And these subsidies are very tempting to casual cultivators who have no clan background and are very short of cultivation materials. "
¡°So that¡¯s what it is~¡±
Su Qingyu was thoughtful:
¡°Then does this also mean that we don¡¯t actually need to find the strongest teacher, we only need to find the teacher with the fewest students?¡±
¡°After all, the people who come here are casual cultivators who come here for resource subsidies.
And the casual cultivators who are interested in these subsidies are estimated to be about the same strength in strength, and the difference will not be too big!
A pair of eyes as clear and pure as black crystals glanced around the entire venue, and finally settled on a quiet corner,
Su Qingyu raised her finger and pointed at the only admissions booth that was incompatible with the scene. No one came to attract students, and she arched her eyebrows:
¡°Let¡¯s just report that!¡±
Jun Luo looked in the direction of her finger, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes,
But he quickly covered it up and nodded with a smile:
"Okay, anyway, the requirement for the establishment of a preschool is at least four students. If we sign up together, we will have just the right number."
"Hmm, it's good to have a small number of people. With a small number of people, the teacher can pay more attention!"
Song Xiaoning, who had not said much since Jun Luo appeared, quickly agreed, and the remaining Tangtang would naturally have no objections.
The four of them chose the preschool hastily and walked towards that corner together.
The old man who was dozing behind the stall seemed not to have expected that someone would actually come to him. He raised his eyelids and glanced twice in surprise, then lazily pointed at the table:
"The tuition fee is 200,000 yuan a year, including accommodation and food. The registration form is on the table and the QR code is next to it. Once you have thought about it, fill out the form and pay!"
"Two hundred thousand?"
Su Qingyu was stunned:
"Don't other preschools cost 100,000 a year?"
¡°Can large class teaching be the same as small class teaching?¡±
The old man sneered:
"It's no surprise that there are only four of you in the whole school here. Other preschools can have forty students in one class. Do you think the price is the same?"
Su Qingyu: ""
But the problem is, there are only four students in his school. Isn¡¯t it because they are the only four who are willing to come? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com