Chapter 472: A farce?

From Baihua Alley to Main Street, it is quiet first and then an uproar!
Crowds of heated discussions continued, the four big square managers and big figures in the pergola shook their heads, and those who challenged the National College of Education were frowning. At such a time, the National College of Education suddenly started recruiting new students? What exactly do they want to do? Now there is no serious teacher and gentleman in the National College of Education. Which students are they recruiting? And now it has been a long time since spring, and the students with some potential have already been admitted to other Ivy League five schools. Even if they want to recruit new students, what decent students can they recruit?
No matter what people think about it, priest Xin's words have already been spoken, and the notice of enrollment of the National College of Education has been posted.
When the State Cavalry Cavaliers withdrew the two warning lines in front of the State Education College, the general public rushed to the front of the State Education College and began to read the enrollment notice.
"The semester is three years, subject to the final assessment. If you can pass, you will be admitted as a student of the National College of Education. If you can't, you will leave?"
"Who wrote this notice, why is it so messy?"
"Eh, look at this one! The students of the National College of Education actually don't charge tuition fees, but also have allowances and food supplements?"
The Admission Notice of the National College of Education is on red paper, and the words are written in ink.
The red and black characters are particularly eye-catching and clearly fall into everyone's eyes.
The simple but extremely simple clauses, the simple and even rough rules, directly let the people who saw the notice dumbfounded, and have no idea how to react.
The administrators of the four major squares copied some of the provisions of the admission notice, so the people under the pergola and the masters who are preparing to challenge the National College of Education also know the specific details of the admission of the National College of Education.
After reading the notice, the stewards became speechless. They saw clearly that this thing did not conform to Chen Changsheng's temperament, and it must be the handwriting made by the young master of the Tang family. So, the stewards of the three major squares went to Tianxiang Square one after another. In front of the position, ask the manager of Tianxiangfang, what exactly does your young master want to do? Rely on this to delay time? Not to mention anything else. Yesterday, we cooperated very well. Let's let Dean Xiaochen try to use the five swords?
After reading the notice, people did not disperse, but gathered around the front of the National College of Education to discuss. Until now, no one knows why the National College of Education chose to recruit students in midsummer. This is not a traditional time for recruiting new students. It suddenly starts enrolling students, but this does not affect people's judgment.
The National College of Education...should not recruit any students.
Not to mention the spring, the Qingteng College has recruited a new one, only to say the current situation of the National College of Education, it is destined that not many people dare to take the exam.
The National College of Education is no longer like the taboo and forgotten cemetery in Kyoto before last year, and it has already had signs of freshmen, but how can the situation in Kyoto be tense this year, especially after the National College of Education is at the cusp of the confrontation between the two major forces At this time, I entered the National College of Education at this time, not to mention what I could learn, I was afraid that it would cause endless trouble.
Just then, the door of the National College of Education opened again, and Chen Changsheng and others carried a few tables, and came out with pen, ink, and roster paper.
The crowd rang loudly, and the people of Kyoto had never been afraid of it. They started to ask these questions directly.
Fortunately, the priests of the Palace and the cavalry of the State Church came quickly. Before the heads of Chen Changsheng and others were stunned by the eloquent people, they separated an area.
Chen Changsheng, Tang Thirty-six, and Xuan Yuanbo sat behind three tables, respectively, covered with paper, the ink in the inkstone had been rubbed, and the pen was resting on the shelf. Only the table in front of Chen Changsheng had one more country The roster of the teaching institute and the seal of the dean.
Everything is ready, just wait for someone to sign up.
At this time the morning light was full, and at eight or nine o'clock, the fresh sun had risen.
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Time passed slowly, in front of the National College of Education, still three tables, three people.
The people around the notice have dispersed, but no one has signed up.
Xuanyuan looked at the delicate brush on the pen holder, and then looked at his rough hand. He wanted to pull the tree simple, writing is too difficult... Fortunately, no one may come today.
Chen Changsheng was a little embarrassed to bow his head, but since the matter had come to this, he did not want to complain about Tang 36. He just thought a little helplessly. Is there really no one to sign up?
Tang 36 was the most lively at the table. From time to time, some girls stepped forward with shame, put down their sachets and ran away like a frightened deer, and a bold girl asked him to write a fan for himself. Of course, these girls I just wanted to take this rare opportunity to get close to him, but none of them really registered. The priest Xin, who was responsible for maintaining order in the field, looked more and more ugly, but Tang Thirty-six didn't feel much. Yes, he didn't feel embarrassed at all. At least he didn't show it. He smiled gently and whispered to the girls. Speaking, put the gift like a sachet into the table, and seriously say that you will use it well.
For a while, Chen Changsheng took advantage of the slightly quieter opportunity at his table and leaned in and asked in a low voice, "Which one has a different mind?"
Tang Thirty-six said: "Of course it is impossible for this kind of character to play casually. I have seen it and he is not there."
Chen Changsheng felt more at ease and said: Your table is almost full. "
Tang Thirty-six raised his eyebrows slightly, the indescribable chic proud, said: "Envy brother?"
Chen Changsheng lowered his head and said, "But you don't have a registration form on your table."
Tang Thirty-six coughed softly and said, "Don't worry."
Chen Changsheng said: "I think you enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by girls, and I am really not in a hurry."
Tang Thirty-six said: "You know what a fart, I am creating a good image of myself. The National College of Education recruits new people. I am a live signboard. Of course, be patient and gentle."
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The news of recruiting new students from the National College of Education spread throughout Kyoto in a short time. Many people, even those big people, can't suppress the curiosity of their hearts, or they can come to the scene in person, or send out powerful subordinates, wanting to know what these young people in the National College of Education really want to do.
There are two big names. These days, they often appear in the tea house in Baihua Lane. Of course, they will not be absent today.
It was the Siyuan Taoists who proposed the new rules of martial arts performance in the courts, and Mao Qiuyu, the archbishop of Yinghua Hall who came to look after the will of the Pope.
Siyuan Taoren looked at the deserted appearance of the National College of Education, looked at the three tables and the three teenagers, and shook his head and said, "It's really nonsense."
Mao Qiuyu sat across the table, looked at Tang Sanliu, who was waving to the girls in the crowd, and said with a smile: "It's a living treasure."
After taking over as the Archbishop of Yinghua Hall, he was the dean of Tiandao Academy. Before Tang Sanxue entered the National College of Education, he was his student.
Si Yuan Taoist frowned and said, "This farce is really embarrassing to the palace."
"A farce? I don't think so. Or they can't recruit a freshman today, but..."
Mao Qiuyu narrowed his smile and said indifferently: "The entire continent will know that the National College of Education... nearly 20 years later, it has finally started to recruit students again."
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The National College of Education has restarted enrollment. The enrollment here refers to large-scale, formal enrollment, not the situation where Chen Changsheng was mistakenly admitted to the National College of Education.
In the eyes of many old-school old people and many people who remember the grand scene of the National School of Education, this is a very symbolic event.
But at the time, during the period from early morning to noon, this thing really looked like a farce.
At the entrance of the National College of Education, there are always three tables, three teenagers, and the indifferent observers feel a little embarrassed, not to mention the parties.
I don't know when Tang Thirty-six asked Xuanyuan to find a large umbrella from the storehouse of the National College of Education, covering the three tables, talking about blocking the sun, and it would be a boring time.
"Sure?" Chen Changsheng asked with his head down.
At this time, the girls who gave flowers could not bear the scorching heat, and they reluctantly returned home. The people who stayed in the streets and streets looked at the various discussions and looked at them, and they knew that they were laughing at them, although not necessarily. What is malicious.
But at this time in Kyoto, I don't know how many people are laughing at them, and they have a very malicious intention.
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