At 7 o'clock the next morning, when Jackie Chan woke up, Xiaoyu had been in the backyard for a while.

She is holding a book in her hand. Looking at the cover, it should be a wrong book. It will be slightly more efficient to review the parts of the wrong questions that need to be memorized in the morning.

Although Jackie Chan doesn't know what the basis for this sentence is, but everyone said that, maybe there is a basis for it.

However, Jackie Chan feels that reading a book backwards in the morning should have no effect. Yes, Xiaoyu seems to be endorsing the book, but in fact he is already in a state of wondering.

"Xiaoyu, come, come over." Jackie Chan called to Xiaoyu and waved his hand.

Xiaoyu returned to his senses and looked at Jackie Chan in the practice clothes, twisted her head to the side, hum!

In that way, it was almost carved on the face. You didn't help me yesterday, and I was very upset. This sentence is gone.

"Xiaoyu, don't you really want to learn martial arts with me?" Jackie Chan took the initiative to walk to Xiaoyu and look at her and said.

Xiaoyu held his head high, looked at Jackie Chan with his eyes slanted, and stayed awkward for two or three seconds, "Don't think I will forgive you if you teach me now."

Jackie Chan smiled and stretched his posture directly, his right hand slowly fisted into a fist, circles of light milky white air gathered on his right fist, and Xiaoyu's eyes were attracted by Jackie Chan's right fist just like these airs.

Ah!

There was a shout in Xiaoyu's ear, and Jackie Chan's right fist suddenly blasted forward!

While the wind was surging, Xiaoyu subconsciously blocked the book in front of her. Through the small gap, she saw the fallen leaves and dust in the entire yard were swept to both sides.

A slightly different path from the surroundings spread from under Jackie Chan's fist to the side of the wall. The wall cortex on the wall fell off, revealing a huge fist mark.

Hissing, Xiaoyu took a sip of the saliva that came out of the shock, then threw the wrong question book aside, and jumped directly onto Jackie Chan's body.

"Uncle Long! Uncle Long! Uncle Long! Do you really want to teach me this? Really? Really?"

Xiaoyu kept talking like a repeater.

Jackie Chan grabbed Xiaoyu by the collar and returned her back, and then slowly said in Xiaoyu's expectant and longing eyes, "The school we want you to take the exam is specialized in teaching this, and there are some masters who are better than me."

"Really?" Xiaoyu's eyes flashed, and her eyes rolled slyly, "I don't believe it, no one is better than Uncle Long! Uncle Long, please teach me now!"

Just when Xiaoyu was acting like a baby, Dad suddenly appeared in the second floor window behind them, "Jackie Chan~ How did Dad tell you~ Don’t practice martial arts in the yard, it will break things, Dad speaks to you. Never listen~"

"One more thing~ It's almost the appointed time, come here quickly and get ready to go."

"Okay, go right away." Jackie Chan replied.

"Uncle Long~Where are you going! You haven't taught me yet!" Xiaoyu held on to Jackie Chan's clothes.

Jackie Chan squatted down and said, "I'm going to apply for a teacher at the school where you are going to take the test. If you get in, I will definitely teach you."

Said that the completion dragon patted Xiaoyu's head and walked away quickly. Xiaoyu picked up the wrong book with a little regret, and muttered in her heart.

What school is so mysterious, I should have no problem visiting it in advance~

After dozens of minutes, Jackie Chan got in the car that picked him up to check in, and was a little surprised to find that his father was sitting next to him with a cup of tea.

"Daddy, didn't you go to register?" Jackie Chan asked in surprise.

"No, Master Cheng is the associate professor we invited, and now I'm going to discuss with Principal Li and the others about the curriculum." The driver in front of him explained to the old man with great vision.

The old man cast a glance at Jackie Chan, who seemed to be saying, young man, you are still a little tenderer.

Jackie Chan scratched his head and stopped talking. He didn't care about being a lecturer, but his father's direct appointment as an associate professor made him want to be serious. It would be great if he could surpass his father in the position.

Jackie Chan was thinking about starting to imagine himself as a professor sitting behind his desk waiting for his father to come in and report.

Snapped!

Dad tapped his finger on Jackie Chan's head, "It's almost here, don't think about it."

"Oh, oh." Jackie Chan rubbed his head and watched the car twirled into a courtyard gate. At the same time, the light of the teleportation array flashed in front of him. In a trance, they arrived at the Huaxia Cultivation Preparatory Academy, and the registration point was also placed. In this school, there is not enough manpower.

The car slowed to ten yards after entering the school, then drove for a few minutes, and stopped in front of a building.

Standing at the door was a lady wearing silk clothes with a few lotus flowers embroidered on it. The lady's long hair spread naturally on her shoulders. Even if she was so far away, Jackie Chan felt as if she smelled a faint lotus fragrance.

"Hello, my name is Zhao Ling'er, Vice President, and I welcome you to join on behalf of the Huaxia Cultivation Preparatory College."

Zhao Linger's voice is light and melodious, and with the perfect face, she said that no one would disbelieve her when she was just an adult, but her behavior revealed a sense of grace and grace. The two somewhat contradictory temperaments are perfectly harmonious in her. coexist.

"You are polite, I am honored to be invited by the school." The old man straightened his back and stretched out his hand and gently shook his fingertips.

Jackie Chan glanced at his father differently. In the past, the old man felt like an ordinary old man without hands, but now he looks like a big boss.

The old man shook his head, seeming to be unsatisfied with Jackie Chan's performance. "President Zhao, this is my son Jackie Chan, an archeologist and junior professional, who is here to prepare to apply for a lecturer."

"I've heard of this name, you are welcome~lightnovelpub.net~ Zhao Linger greeted Jackie Chan decently, then tilted her head slightly and looked behind them, "That little girl came with you, right? . "

little girl? !

Jackie Chan turned his head violently and found Xiaoyu standing beside the car with his hands behind his back, smiling.

Xiaoyu didn't want to come out of the hiding place either, just a gentle but irresistible force had just carried her here.

"Xiaoyu!" Jackie Chan ran over, "How did you escape from home!"

"Um... take the stairs." Xiaoyu said and grinned at Zhao Ling'er. The shrewd one could tell at a glance that Zhao Ling'er was the most useful to talk here.

Jackie Chan looked at Zhao Linger with embarrassment, "Principal Zhao, I'm really embarrassed, she is my niece, I will send her back."

"It's okay, it's okay to want to visit, kid, follow your uncle, don't run around."

Zhao Linger whispered, an eleven-year-old girl who can avoid the portal and detection when entering school without any practice experience, this is a top quality student source.