Junior Brothers

Less than a minute after Jiang Zixuan was kicked out of the virtual world, the sealed doors of the other seven simulation pods suddenly opened. White vapor billowed out, and seven figures were instantly ejected from the assessment devices, all seven of them tumbling headfirst onto a thick sponge mat in front of the machines.

Jiang Zixuan stared speechlessly at the thick sponge mat ahead of him. Why had no one set that up when he exited the assessment just now?

He had hit the ground hard, and his face still hurt.

Seeing the sorry state of the eight people who had taken part in the first round of assessments, some of the students in the stands who had yet to participate could not hold back their laughter. But those students were quickly singled out by the dean overseeing the venue. There were neither too many nor too few of them—just enough to make three groups. They were collectively moved ahead in line and made to participate in the upcoming second round of assessments in order.

The students who had been singled out soon could no longer laugh. Once they thought about being kicked out of the virtual world if they failed the assessment, with their own embarrassing state displayed before the entire school, they felt that their dignity would be utterly shredded.

At that moment, five people slowly descended from the stands in the grand hall. They stopped before the seven students sprawled across the thick sponge mat and helped five of them to their feet.

The remaining three, who had not received such treatment, stared in shock at their companions being helped up, their faces full of confusion.

However, they all knew these people. They were the founding members of Eight Soul Suppressors, and also their seniors.

Shi