Opening Ceremony, First Meeting with Wu Zhangkong

Chapter: Opening Ceremony, First Meeting with Wu Zhangkong

"You really need to think this through. Tang Wulin's situation is very strange right now, and it's highly likely he'll come looking for trouble during the class assignments later."

In the living room of the small villa, Gu Yue sat on the sofa, casting a faint, lingering glance at Qiangu Wuji beside her.

Qiangu Wuji naturally heard her, but he didn't react, merely leaning back in his chair and staring blankly at the ceiling.

"If he does come to cause trouble and you can't handle it, just leave it to me."

Seeing that he remained silent, Gu Yue assumed he was feeling the pressure, so she stood up and spoke.

Qiangu Wuji glanced at her, his eyes full of oddity.

"Do you really have the confidence to deal with that guy?"

He remembered that in the original story, Gu Yue had always appeared very strong in the early stages, capable of suppressing both Tang Wulin and Xie Xie at the same time.

Come to think of it, in all the years they had spent together, he still didn't know how strong Gu Yue truly was, nor had he ever seen her display her real power.

"Who knows?"

Gu Yue curled her lips, replied, and then picked up her luggage, heading toward one of the rooms in the back.

Watching her leave, Qiangu Wuji lay back down, his brows tightly locked.

In truth, he wasn't worried at all about whether Tang Wulin would seek revenge on him; even if that guy had somehow become much stronger over the past three years, he was still only a three-ring master.

Don't forget, he still had an ultimate trump card: his Black Grade mecha!

If the other party wanted to go down in flames together, he would soon learn the cruelty of society.

Right now, rather than worrying about that, he was more concerned about Tang Wulin's earlier words.

Judging by that statement, there was no doubt he had colluded with Qiangu Dongfeng.

He didn't know what kind of agreement the two had reached, but one thing was very clear: the plot of the original story had been advanced.

Qiangu Dongfeng had already begun to implement his ambitions.

This was what worried him the most. In the original story, Qiangu Dongfeng colluded with the Holy Spirit Cult, attempting to reopen the Abyss Plane and have it descend upon the continent. If Tang San hadn't stepped in to stop it, the continent would have truly been in grave danger.

But now that the plot had deviated, would Tang San still appear?

If he didn't show up, who would stop the descent of the Abyss Plane?

There was also the biggest problem of all: even if the matter of the Abyss Plane were resolved, once Qiangu Dongfeng's actions were exposed, what would become of him as his son?

Sigh!

Just thinking about these things gave him a headache.

It seemed he had to do something.

Qiangu Wuji thought for a moment, then took out his soul communication device, found the name of Leng Yaozhu in his contact list, opened it, and sent a message.

"Keep an eye on Father; he might be doing something you don't know about."

After sending the message, he put the phone down.

Actually, he wanted to tell Leng Yaozhu directly, but if he just said it out of the blue, would she believe him?

If she pressed for details, how should he answer? Should he say he was a transmigrator who knew the plot, or that he had discovered it by accident?

Leng Yaozhu seemed to be busy with matters on her end and did not reply immediately.

Qiangu Wuji didn't wait; after putting away his phone, he picked up his own luggage and went into his bedroom.

Time flew by, and soon it was afternoon.

When freshmen enrolled, there was usually an opening ceremony, followed by class assignments, and then the entrance exams.

By the time Qiangu Wuji and Gu Yue arrived, the playground was already packed, with vast formations of students lined up in neat rows.

Up on the stage, an old man with white hair and beard was giving a passionate speech into a megaphone.

Qiangu Wuji took a look, then prepared to find a gap to squeeze in with Gu Yue.

However, just then, a voice came from the side.

"Wuji, you're here."

Hearing the voice, Qiangu Wuji looked in the direction of the sound and saw Long Hengxu waving at him from the sidelines.

He was a bit puzzled, but he still walked over with Gu Yue.

"What is it, Director Long?"

Long Hengxu smiled slightly and explained.

"You don't need to attend this opening ceremony. Come, I'll take you somewhere else."

"Don't need to attend?" Qiangu Wuji was stunned. "What about the class assignments?"

"They've already been arranged for you."

Long Hengxu glanced around, then urged him forward.

"Let's go, follow me. I'm taking you to meet your teacher now."

"Ah? Oh."

Hearing this, Qiangu Wuji had nothing more to say and could only silently follow behind him.

He was quite curious right now; what kind of teacher would Long Hengxu arrange for him?

If one were to talk about the most outstanding teacher in this school, it would undoubtedly be Wu Zhangkong.

However, he remembered that due to certain reasons, Wu Zhangkong had been assigned to the worst class, and given his own situation, there was no way Long Hengxu would arrange for him to be in the worst class.

Therefore, the probability of meeting Wu Zhangkong was low.

"Alright, we're here."

While he was thinking about these things, Long Hengxu, who was walking in front, stopped.

Hearing this, he looked up; they were in an open space in front of the teaching building.

At this moment, quite a few people were already waiting here.

He took a rough glance and recognized several of them.

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Zhou Changxi, and a few others whose names he didn't know.

Huh, these people...?

At this time, the people over there also noticed him and Gu Yue, and the more enthusiastic Zhou Changxi among them spoke up in surprise.

"It's you, this very pretty, nameless new classmate."

Qiangu Wuji's face darkened. Did this guy know how to talk? What did he mean by "very pretty, nameless classmate"?

Although he was unhappy inside, he didn't show it, simply walking over and nodding politely.

"Hello, my name is Qiangu Wuji."

"Qiangu? That's a really rare surname."

Zhou Changxi looked surprised, then sized him up and down with an uncertain tone.

"A girl?"

"I'm a guy..."

Qiangu Wuji gritted his teeth, suddenly wanting to throw a punch.

"Oh, oh, sorry, my mistake," Zhou Changxi slapped his forehead and said quite awkwardly, "It's just that you look too good, I couldn't tell for a second."

"It's... it's fine."

Qiangu Wuji said this through gritted teeth.

While the two were talking, Long Hengxu was over there speaking to the other students, mostly telling them to wait here obediently and to behave well later.

Listening to this, Qiangu Wuji couldn't help but be curious and asked Zhou Changxi beside him.

"Do you know why Director Long brought us here?"

"I'm not too sure either," Zhou Changxi shook his head, "I just heard that the school made a temporary decision to specifically group us students with good talent together to form Class One."

"Oh, Class One?"

Hearing this, Qiangu Wuji was surprised again. He turned his head to look; indeed, the people waiting here were basically those with relatively outstanding talent.

For example, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, plus himself and Gu Yue, it was truly a class of geniuses.

"You don't know yet, right? I heard that the teacher the school found for us this time is no ordinary person; it's said to be a very mysterious individual."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Qiangu Wuji immediately became interested. Just as he was about to ask something, a voice as cold as ice suddenly came from the side.

"These are the students assigned to me?"

Hearing this voice, Qiangu Wuji instinctively looked toward the source and saw a man with a straight posture and ice-blue hair standing there.

With his appearance, the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop even further.

He has appeared!

White clothes and a blue sword, the Heavenly Ice, Wu Zhangkong!