A few days later, the envoy general brought the elite students from their First Academy and a long line of military generals to Canglan College for academic exchanges.

Dean Fang and four masters, with all the students, stood at the entrance of the college to welcome them.

Although they knew that the South Vietnamese country was not good at this time, they still had to take good care of their face.

To make the other party not make mistakes, this represents the demeanor and cultivation of their country.

Moreover, Dashengchao also wanted to take the opportunity to find out the other party’s cultural level.

The envoy general led his group to ride horses to the entrance of the college.

Dean Fang led the way, said a few scenes, and then asked to lead them to visit the academy.

"Everyone says Canglan College is the best college in your Dasheng Dynasty. I thought it would be so luxurious, elegant and elegant. I didn't expect... it's bad! It's better not to mention it!" The envoy general put his hands on his hips, and he did not have a good face like Dean Fang, and he was full of malice.

The long line behind him made a laugh, and the voices of a group of manly people were heard, and Dean Fang's face was slightly condensed.

As for the Masters and the thin-skinned girls, their faces turned red.

I had long expected that the people from South Vietnam were not kind, but I didn't expect that the other party was so arrogant and had no education at all.

The envoy general led the team to strode into Canglan College without waiting for Dean Fang to speak. "It's good to be a little smaller, so I can walk more. I don't really want to visit such a shabby college, so I can just take a walk."

Dean Fang twitched his lips, and his face was expressionless to show everyone to follow.

Since the South Vietnamese Kingdom didn't even pretend to be a scene, she was too lazy to talk too much.

The envoy and his group were allowed to wander around for a few tricks throughout the whole process.

Dean Fang didn't speak, but the students brought by the envoy kept talking, and every sentence and word was a picky look at Canglan College.

Every flower, grass, every wood, every brick, was insulted.

The people on Dean Fang's side almost couldn't control the power of the prehistoric world.

"This horse farm is so small, not as big as my backyard."

"The resources of this college are really not good, and the environment is not elegant enough!"

"Women's academy is indeed not on the market."

Wen Nuo stood behind his mother Ren Master and rolled his eyes.

What I thought to myself was that your yard was not the yard, your home was Hulunbuir Prairie.

I don’t even look at what black bear skin you are wearing and I’m talking about elegance here, you stupid fool!

As the student representative who received them, Yin Wanyang got up close to the whole process of being insulted.

She went from being confident to being forced to smile.

If she had known that the country of Nanyue was so difficult to serve, she would not have been insulted.

Song Zhao’s decision not to come today is simply too correct.

Yin Wanyang tried hard to squeeze out a smile and said gently, "Since you have finished visiting, let me go to the academic exhibition hall for the first stage of art exchange. I am the second student of the elite school, and I will specially prepare a show of silk and bamboo wind music for you."

The envoy general was quite impatient, "Then just listen."

Soon a group of people came to the academic exhibition hall and sat down one by one.

Yin Wanyang stood on the stage and began to perform the instruments with all concentration.

For today's scenery, she practiced day and night, and believed that she had no place in the sky and no place in the ground, which would definitely make the South Vietnamese country feel at a disadvantage.

Little did they know that the men on the South Vietnamese side were simply uneasy.
Chapter completed!