Daming Institute of Civilization.
Polytheistic Institute.
A few students who had returned from watching the big ball saw the dirty figure. Seeing her looking around, they asked curiously, “Hello, who are you looking for? This is the Institute of Civilization, you are here to...”
He was too embarrassed to say, are you here to pick up trash.
Was she a student or someone from the outside?
It wasn’t that easy to sneak in, even though the administration of the institute was LAX.
Wu Lan raised her head and looked at him. She quickly made a judgment. How weak!
“Are you from the Polytheistic Institute of Literature?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know how to get to the Primordial Spirit Research Institute?”
“Primordial Spirit Research Institute?”
This person was stunned for a moment. The next moment, he quickly said, “Are you here to look for Su Yu?”
“Yes!”
This senior sized up Wu Lan from head to toe, feeling strange in his heart. This Su Yu... really had an extraordinary taste.
