Qian Kun College, the simple and elegant president's room, Qing E Feng, Bian's posture, is still fascinated. People, but her expression, slightly with some haggard meaning.

"Chen Jiu, are you coming soon? How can the people of all walks of life be spared my Qiankun College? Speaking to herself, Qing'e's expression seems to be sad and happy, but also extremely complex.

"Your ambition is very big, just like the Son of Heaven, I know you will not let go of my college!" Suddenly, Qing'e became very sure again.

"Just... The last time I dug your heart, you must have been hurt. Would you forgive me? "I know I'm too partial...