Interstellar arranged marriage: The big guys rose after being deposed

Chapter 105 What a persistence!

Mingce looked at Qiu Ling, who was wearing a red, bold and cool jumpsuit. She was tall, with fair skin and black hair. Her beautiful fox eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky. She had a straight nose and rosy lips. This was what a stunning beauty looked like.

Especially when she was standing next to a lazy-looking silver-haired young man in white shirt and black pants. One was as fierce as fire, the other was as pure and proud as a bamboo. Wu Yan next to her was also straight and resolute like a pine tree.

Their looks and temperament alone would make them suitable for painting!

Mingce touched his cheek with his tongue and chuckled. No matter how beautiful the woman was, she was just from a branch of a third-rate family. Just like Yan Zhao, she was a waste who was ruined before she could rise.

Such beauties are plentiful in the interstellar space, so he has no envy for them. Instead, he feels a little gloating over their misfortunes.

Who would have thought that after being injured, Yan Zhao would be forced into marriage by the system? Tsk, with all the useless people in the family gathered together, whoever is given such a fate, everyone would try their best to push it away, right?

Qiu Ling raised his eyebrows and saw Ming Ce's bone age at a glance. He turned his head to look at Yan Zhao: "He is younger than you?"

Yan Zhao chuckled, twirled his index finger, and followed the circle with his head, "Really not. According to the ancient human sayings, I am a young man, and he is thirty.

Maybe I have been famous for a long time, and many people mistakenly believed that I was thirty years old. In fact, I was only twenty-three years old. Among the A-level warriors of the temple, I was a very young one.

As for him, there is probably no other candidate in the temple. He is the tallest among the short ones. He is already a middle-aged man in his thirties, but he pretends to be young and calls others brother and uncle all day long. "

Among SSS-level warriors, those in their thirties are indeed very young, and it is no wonder that Mingce always mentions his brother and uncle.

But who can blame these two people? One is born with SSS-level potential, and the other is talented, hardworking, and has plenty of resources. At the age of 20, they have already reached a height that others can hardly reach.

The students kept their mouths tightly shut, trying not to laugh. Even the people around Ming Ce had their lips slightly raised.

Everyone says that Yan Shengzi has a sharp tongue, so no matter who you are, you can't poke him, otherwise you will be the one who loses face.

Qiu Ling laughed out loud. Grass-like age...haha, she had heard of Fangling before, but this was the first time she heard someone say Grass-like age so shamelessly...

How obsessed is Yan Zhao with young grass!

Mingce looked gloomy and smiled: "I should actually call you senior, after all, you are the former Holy Son, but I changed the title in case you think of the sad things.

I have only been in office for two years and am not familiar with many matters. I would like to ask Senior Yan for your guidance. "

He doesn't bother with insane people.

Yan Zhao shrugged and said, "My dear, did you hear me? I told you that those old guys in the temple have poor taste.

The temple does not necessarily need the Son of God to hold up the facade. He cannot be chosen for the time being, and we cannot just pick someone to sit on the lotus pedestal to deceive ourselves and the public.

Listen, it’s been two years, and he still hasn’t figured out his responsibilities, and he’s coming to me to humbly ask for advice.”

Mingce's face almost turned pale. Could his words be interpreted in this way?

Is this the level of understanding humans should have?

Qiu Ling smiled and said, "That's right. I picked the only seven-hole lotus pod in the temple. It would be difficult to find another one that is similar."

Mingce took a deep breath and didn't bother to exchange pleasantries with the useless couple. He said coldly, "Yan Zhao, the students of the graduating class were recruited by you after a fierce struggle.

You have disappeared to deal with personal matters. Even if your mental strength is damaged now, you can't joke with the future of more than 300 students!

The hospital is worried that you are not responsible enough, so they sent me here to lead the team and compete with you."

Yan Zhao clicked his tongue and said, "It's so nice to talk like this normally. What about brother, senior, etc.? You're not disgusting. I get goose bumps when I hear you.

Don't put such a big accusation on me. Isn't it General Wu who is here to take care of the situation and help the students adapt to the battlefield? Can't you see his efforts?

But what competition are you talking about? Is there any prize?" Don't wear your hat randomly, take it off in time!

Ming Strategy was obviously surprised, "I didn't expect Yan Zhao to care about this..."

Yan Zhao said bluntly: "Why, what kind of competition did you come up with? Isn't it for this? You talk as if you are so holy and noble. It's tacky, so be it. Don't pull up a fig leaf and use the guise of doing everything for the good of the students!"

Qiu Ling glanced at Wu Yan and asked silently: Is this Yan Zhao’s true face?

Is this still the poor little guy who always pesters her, pretends to be weak, and claims to be a gigolo?

He keeps talking all the time, making it impossible to cover up one's thoughts. Most people can't stand his firepower.

It seems like we are really a family with her, and we can eat anything without suffering any loss!

Wu Yan curled the corners of his lips and nodded: Of course not, his mouth is like it has been blessed, it can save people from the poison.

Huo Yuan just kept yelling and hated himself for not opening his mouth, otherwise he could have scolded people too.

Sheng Shu tilted her head. It turned out that besides walking on other people's paths and leaving them with no way to go, one could also tear down bridges and prevent others from crossing the river.

All the students kept their mouths shut and even breathed softly, not wanting to offend. No wonder the Temple was on the hot search because of Saint Yan a few days ago, and they were able to calm things down by giving students places to study and opportunities for logistical jobs.

Mingce gritted his teeth and said, "The content of the competition is very simple, it is to see which student can hold out on the battlefield for two hours in advance, which team of students hunts more supplies, and the speed and quality of the masters' refining.

The winning team will get a good job arrangement opportunity, such as staying in school, being hired by the Federation or the Empire as a national-level guard or contracted teacher, or at the very least being a guard or contracted teacher for the first-tier countries, noble families, and imperial relatives of the Federation. They have a high starting point, so they will have a bright future in the future!"

Hearing this, the students beside Mingce all held their heads high. In previous years, students would not have been able to get these places without any of the three factors: talent, ability, and family background. This was a combination of the Temple, family background, and personal excellence.

As for the students surrounding Yan Zhao, talent was secondary. They all had outstanding personal abilities, but they all came from ordinary families. To be able to study at the Temple Academy, they had already used up all their luck, or had to use up all the resources of their entire family or clan.

They regarded the temple as the dragon gate, and their families were waiting for them to transform and return to give back to them.

It can be said that they are carrying too much, but how can the dragon gate be so easy to jump over?

They were outstanding in their own neighborhood, but when they arrived at the Temple Academy, there were many students with outstanding talents, and some of them were even ranked S due to the resources.

The conditions offered by Mingce were very tempting to them, but they knew they were limited in self-awareness. Compared with these gifted people with abundant resources and good talents, they were just runners-up, and their expressions were calm and resigned to their fate.

Qiu Ling pursed her lips and chuckled, then poked Yan Zhao.

Yan Zhao smiled and held her hand, "It's barely acceptable, but what about the losers?"