Chapter 45: The Worst Class

You all saw the competition just now, what was Tang Wulin's martial soul The universally recognized trash martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, but he made it to the finals and almost won.”"It's me who w...Please collect and recommend votes. The dance master will make an appearance, in the future, you will surely fall in love with him. Believe me.

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The ceremony was held on the vast square of Tokai University. It was the only time each year that the senior and junior departments would gather together as a whole.

Tang Wulin was in the freshman formation. He was quite tall among the freshmen and was arranged at the back position. This allowed him to see all the students in the entire academy.

The junior high school has around 100 students per grade, totaling about seven or eight hundred in total across six grades. There are far fewer students in the senior high school, with only less than 200 people in total, divided into three grades. This shows just how difficult it is to get promoted from junior high to senior high; the acceptance rate is only around twenty percent.

"Hello everyone, today is the annual opening ceremony. Next, we invite Dean Yu to give a speech."

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The president of Tokai University was a man who looked to be in his sixties, of average build and unremarkable appearance. He had white hair and wore glasses, giving him an air of scholarly refinement.

"Fellow students, hello. Every year at this time, I feel a little sentimental. Because a group of middle and senior department students graduate and leave the academy. But at the same time, some students from the middle department are promoted to the senior department, and there are also new students joining."

In my view, the academy is like the hematopoietic organ of the Federation, continuously supplying qualified personnel to the Federation. In the future, I hope you can also...

The dean spoke eloquently, without notes, his voice full of emotion. He spoke for a full ten minutes before gradually concluding.

After the principal's speech, the most important part of the opening ceremony is class assignment.

Students who are not required to participate in the class division left the room first. The new freshmen of the senior department went to the senior department campus for class division, leaving only the first-year new students of the junior department at the original location.

"Now, let's proceed with class assignments. As you all know, at our East China Academy, the higher the class number, the more outstanding the students are. But it's not absolute. We hope that even classes ranked lower can catch up through hard work. This year, we have a total of one hundred and eight freshmen, divided into five classes. Now, those whose names I call will line up and enter Class One..."

Hearing Long Hengxu's words, Tang Wulin only then realized what it meant that Xie Xie, Yun, and Zhou Changxi were punished to enter Class 5 yesterday.

There are a total of five classes, and the quality of students in the earlier classes is undoubtedly higher. Class Five is undoubtedly the worst.

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"Tang Wulin, Zhou Changxi, Xie Xie, Yun..." As expected, when the five classes were divided, four names were called out separately.

Class Five had only twenty students, the fewest of all five classes. Most of the students assigned to Class Five looked dejected and lacked enthusiasm.

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"Each class teacher will lead your students back to their classrooms and familiarize themselves with the academy."

Five teachers walked out, one of them walking toward Class 5.

The teacher looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. When the students in Class Five saw him, they were all taken aback.

This teacher is really handsome.

Although Tang Wulin and Xie Xie were also handsome, they were still children and hadn't fully grown. But this teacher was an adult, over 1.9 meters tall with long arms and a slender waist. He looked somewhat thin, but his eyes were bright and sharp, with a high nose bridge and thin lips that were just right. The whole person gave off an unusually upright feeling. A head of long hair fell loose behind him, and when the wind blew, it was faintly visible that this lake-blue hair reached his waist.

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His eyes were emerald green, matching his blue hair, with a hint of otherworldly charm. He was expressionless, his gaze cold.

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A female student from Class Five exclaimed, “Teacher is so handsome!” Her words undoubtedly echoed the sentiments of everyone present.

Xie Xian curled his lip, looking unconvinced.

"Follow me!" The young teacher's simple three words sent a chill down the spines of all the students. It was a cold that came from deep within, a feeling...

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Yun murmured, "Teacher seems very strong."

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He emanates an aura so cold it chills you to the bone. Not everyone possesses such a presence.

Classroom 5 is on the first floor, and it's in the innermost part, so it's the furthest to walk to.

The classroom has thirty sets of desks and chairs, with a podium at the front.

"Have a seat." The young teacher said coldly. Every time he spoke, there was the same feeling, so cold!

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Tang Wulin chose a position by the edge, his height allowed him to sit on the side so he could be closer.

Not knowing Xie Xi's psychology, he directly sat beside him. Yun sat in front of him, while Zhou Changxi somehow sat behind him. The four roommates were sitting together.

The young teacher walked to the back of the podium, his gaze swept over the students, and the world fell silent.

"My name is Wǔ Chángkōng!" the young teacher said calmly, "For the next six years, you will all be my students."

"The first thing I want to emphasize is, just pretend you didn't hear what Long Hengxu just said. Even if you're all trash, I will make you the strongest among your peers. Unless you drop out, this will be your goal for the next six years."

With a nonchalant tone, she uttered arrogant words, instantly grabbing the attention of all the students in the class.

"Now, let's begin our self-introductions. State your name, Martial Soul, soul power level, and what kind of Soul Master you aspire to become. Ready"

Simple and straightforward, no unnecessary preamble.

Tang Wulin was in the outermost row on this side, and Changlong's finger was pointing at them. So Yun, who was sitting in the first row, became their neighbor, introduced by someone.

“Hello everyone, my name is Yun. My martial soul is the Star Disk, and I have twelve levels of soul power. My goal is to become a wisdom-assisting battle soul master.” Yun's nickname, "The Smart Star," wasn't inaccurate. He quickly reacted, making a polite self-introduction. But his voice was slightly trembling.

Then it was Tang Wulin's turn. Tang Wulin stood up, and Wu Changkong's gaze fell directly on him. He immediately understood why Yun had been trembling earlier. Wu Changkong's eyes were simply too sharp, with a feeling of wanting to see through a person.

“Tang Wulin, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, level eleven. Goal is…” At this point, Tang Wulin paused, “I don’t have a goal yet.”

"Look, he's got no target now. He's a useless martial spirit."

"Whoosh!" A piece of chalk flew out like a guided missile, landing right in the student's mouth.

"Ugh!" The chalk head, with a spiral force behind it, actually drilled straight into his throat, causing the student to immediately gag.

Wu Changkong coldly said: "In this world, there are no worthless martial souls, only worthless people. When others are useless, first think about what kind of character you are. If you weren't useless, you would be assigned to Class Five" their spirit rings, one was a Title Douluo at level 98, the other was only an eight-ringed Soul Douluo. 。It may not seem like a big difference between level 80 and level 90, but the gap between thes...