By 7:40, nearly everyone had arrived for the welcome party at eight. Every one of the twenty-four students was a genius of this era.
Perhaps because the Training Camp had people from the five major countries, they were all especially warm and friendly toward Ning Ze.
"Ning Ze, you really brought us glory today. You won fifty billion from those Indians—this is an unprecedented event in the Training Camp!"
A handsome young man of around twenty-five or twenty-six said with a smile.
"Senior Brother Lou, I only wanted to teach them a lesson. They were the ones who wanted to bet with me," Ning Ze replied modestly.
"Hahaha!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Ning Ze greeted them one by one, while Zhao Ruo served as the perfect guide at his side.
At last, they came before a tall, lean young man. His expression was calm, and his eyes brimmed with confidence.
"This is the top-ranked senior brother in our Training Camp, Zheng Che! He comes from Qinghai District in the Northwest Base City," Zhao Ruo introduced solemnly.
"Senior Brother Zheng."
"Junior Brother Ning."
A faint smile hung on Zheng Che's lips as his gaze continually swept over Ning Ze. Judging by appearances alone, he could still relax somewhat, but the moment he thought of Ning Ze's record, his heart filled with endless pressure.
New arrivals improved the fastest. Their former imperfections became perfected under all kinds of guidance. Ning Ze could already defeat Tia; if he improved at breakneck speed, he might even surpass him!
After everyone briefly got acquainted, the banquet officially began.
Everyone raised their glasses in celebration, but Ning Ze's expression was somewhat conflicted, because he was holding a glass of alcohol.
He was no stranger to alcohol. He had drunk it when he was six, thanks to