Chapter 259 (1/2)

Luo Bi wanted to wear a new skirt. She didn't have suitable shoes. She only had two pairs of military boots. Fengling only bought her a skirt. She didn't expect to buy her shoes.

No, that's a little wrong for Fengling. Fengling wants to buy it for her. She doesn't want it because she thinks it's expensive.

Emperor star's consumption is too high. People die more than people. She resolutely doesn't want these. Luo Bi puts on the dark green long sleeved army shirt issued by the army. It's early autumn now. I rolled up my sleeves and stood in front of the mirror. I'm in good spirits.

In the morning, Robbie had no appetite. It was nothing if she didn't eat a meal. She opened the door and went out.

Instead of taking the elevator, she turned into the outdoor stairs. The handrails of the stairs were covered with vines with tender green flowers. Touching the leaves, she felt real and always felt like a dream. I met a sportswear teenager head-on. The other party looked at her in surprise. Luo Bi's eyes didn't squint and passed by. She didn't know, so there was no need to care.

Maybe it's rare for Dixing women to wear military uniforms and no jewelry. Many people see her all the way. Robbie got on the sightseeing school bus as if nothing had happened. Open, windward, can enjoy the scenery along the road.

What makes Luo Bixin flower bloom most is: get on the bus at any time, don't use interstellar coins.

There is nothing better than no money in the world. When the sightseeing school bus arrived at the teaching area, Luo Bi jumped out of the car in a good mood.

Each college and department has a special teaching building and a special tutor. Luo Bi found the primary combat class classroom of the mixed department according to the information given by the college.

The fighting class was very popular when she heard the name, but when Luo Bi stepped into the classroom and looked at a room of teenagers and children, she thought she was wrong and quit. When I thought about it, I felt wrong. I hesitated and went in again. The five big characters of ”junior combat class” were clearly written at the door. I can't be wrong.

Looking around, there are only more than 20 people in the class, all between the ages of 6 and 14. They are a mixed class of women, pregnant women and thunder flame soldiers.