"Come on, brothers, don't shove, everyone will get a turn! Line up properly! One at a time!"
Zhang Fan sat on the chair, his fingers flying!
Two copies per piece, twenty thousand copies, which means just about ten thousand people!
Ten thousand people, emmm, 999 Killing Intent Points each!
It's really happening!
Nothing else to do, just grab a megaphone every morning, and roam around Tsinghua and Beijing University!
Shout once: "Sons, Daddy's here!"
Emmm, also have to do it at lunchtime and in the evening!
Hehe, by then, the Spiritual Value...
Thinking about it made Zhang Fan grin widely.
Just in time, he had transferred all the money in the card to his mom, so he had to earn some spending money!
Also, to earn a big wave of Spiritual Value, how sweet is that!
Looking at the few long lines on the court, the teachers who dared to come say they are truly shocked!
"Old Huang! Your disciple is really..." Jiang Ru's old face twitched, unable to find words to express.
