This Is Human Relations

Early the next morning.

The students of Grade 1 Class 5 arrived at the classroom bright and early.

Cheng Duoyi, Tang Wuling, Gu Yue, Xie Xie, and Yun Xiao were among them, all five having finished their breakfast before arriving.

As soon as the bell rang for class, Wu Changkong and Leng Xue'er walked in.

Wu Changkong looked at the students below the podium and said coldly, "Starting today, classes officially begin. We are heading to the field for combat training to test your levels. Now, follow me."

After speaking, Wu Changkong shoved his hands into his pockets and turned to walk out of the classroom; he was truly the cold, arrogant idol he appeared to be.

Leng Xue'er greeted Cheng Duoyi and Tang Wuling, then followed by Cheng Duoyi's side, feeling very happy to see that his complexion had recovered somewhat.

As for the other students, they followed behind in a noisy, disorganized cluster, chatting in twos and threes.

Before long, the group arrived at the field.

Wu Changkong stood before them, frowning slightly as he looked at their chaotic state: "Form two lines."

Cheng Duoyi naturally stood at the front.

To his right, Tang Wuling and Gu Yue refused to give way to one another.

"Gu Yue, what are you doing?" Xie Xie said. "Tang Wuling has been sticking by Brother Cheng's side the whole time. If you can't fit in, don't force it; it's not good for you."

As he spoke, Gu Yue was squeezed aside by Tang Wuling.

For some reason, Gu Yue felt that Tang Wuling had changed.

She had never paid any mind to the Tang Wuling of the past, but things were different now; she sensed a crisis!

Seeing this, Gu Yue did not force herself to stand next to Cheng Duoyi, instead standing behind him and glaring coldly at Xie Xie: "You just wait!"

Xie Xie shuddered violently.

He didn't know why, but he just couldn't stand the sight of Gu Yue.

Cheng Duoyi noticed this and patted the excited Tang Wuling; it was his first time seeing her act so bold.

However, he had no intention of fighting.

"Teacher Wu, I'm feeling a bit unwell."

As soon as Cheng Duoyi finished speaking, Leng Xue'er arrived at his side in an instant, asking with concern, "Yi'er, what's wrong? Where do you feel unwell?"

Tang Wuling, Gu Yue, Xie Xie, and Yun Xiao also looked over, their eyes filled with worry.

"Brother Yi'er, are you alright?" Tang Wuling asked anxiously.

At this moment, she desperately wanted to tell Cheng Duoyi about her own situation.

Old Tang was currently screaming in his heart: This daughter is beyond saving; my daughter is actually a sycophant!

"I'm just feeling a bit under the weather, it's nothing major. You all should listen well to Teacher Wu's arrangements," Cheng Duoyi said.

"Is it really just feeling unwell?" Gu Yue asked hurriedly.

"Rest assured, rest assured." Cheng Duoyi noticed Wu Changkong's gloomy expression and quickly said, "You all should stop asking and stand properly."

The group then stood in formation.

Only Wu Changkong looked displeased, but considering what Leng Xue'er had said, he suppressed it: "Cheng Duoyi, if you're unwell, go stand to the side and rest."

"Understood, Teacher."

Cheng Duoyi winked at Leng Xue'er.

Leng Xue'er understood—Cheng Duoyi didn't want to spar!

Cheng Duoyi then turned and said, "Little Sister Ling'er, Big Sister Yue'er, you two stand in the first row."

Gu Yue moved to Cheng Duoyi's spot, and the two locked eyes, a feeling of sharp needles clashing in the air.

Once he finished speaking, Cheng Duoyi walked up to Wu Changkong, which left the teacher feeling somewhat puzzled and dissatisfied: "Do you have any other questions?"

"Teacher Wu, you just mentioned testing our levels. You could consider having them spar in pairs to check individual strength. Look, this is a drawing bucket I prepared. Their names are written on these sticks; you only need to pick two to arrange a match. It's easy and saves time." Cheng Duoyi touched the blue storage soul tool bracelet on his wrist, and a drawing bucket appeared in his hand.

Wu Changkong was slightly surprised: "You prepared this?"

Cheng Duoyi replied, "Yes."

Wu Changkong glanced at Leng Xue'er, and she said, "Yi'er prepared this himself; it has nothing to do with me."

Wu Changkong nodded, and his slight dissatisfaction with Cheng Duoyi vanished.

"I will accept this. Go stand to the side and rest."

"Understood, Teacher Wu."

Cheng Duoyi followed Leng Xue'er to the side.

Wu Changkong looked at Tang Wuling and the others, seemingly pulling two sticks at random from the bucket. After a glance, he said, "For today's first class, let me see your strength. We will now proceed with one-on-one combat. Remember, this is a single-elimination tournament. First group, Tang Wuling versus Zhao Gang."

"Good luck!" Cheng Duoyi cheered Tang Wuling on.

Tang Wuling nodded, feeling as though she had found her backbone.

Tang Wuling and Zhao Gang walked to the center of the field.

The two were about twenty meters apart.

Opposite Tang Wuling stood Zhao Gang, a tall boy whose martial soul was a Black Bear, a strength-type martial soul with a spirit power of level twelve—not low at all for his age.

As he looked at Tang Wuling, a look of disdain appeared on his face.

"You'd better just admit defeat; I'm afraid I might accidentally make you cry," Zhao Gang said arrogantly.

Tang Wuling retorted angrily, "It's not certain who will be crying!"

With Cheng Duoyi right there beside her, how could she possibly show weakness?

"Begin!"

The moment Wu Changkong's voice fell.

Zhao Gang let out a roar, and a white spirit ring rose from beneath his feet.

At the same time, a small black bear appeared, sitting on his shoulder.

"First Spirit Skill, Strength Boost!"

Filled with absolute confidence, he swung his massive fist toward Tang Wuling's head.

Tang Wuling was not to be outdone; she also possessed absolute confidence in her own strength!

"I'll show you for looking down on me!"

Ever since Tang Wuling learned that the essence of the Golden Dragon King resided within her, her temperament had been slowly changing. In the past, she certainly wouldn't have acted this way, but now that she had the confidence to keep pace with Cheng Duoyi, she naturally had to change and could no longer just endure everything.

Tang Wuling threw a punch, as if she wanted to strike away all the pain and inferiority of the past three years.

"Bang!"

Tang Wuling's fist collided with Zhao Gang's, and Zhao Gang, who had thought his victory was certain, was sent flying backward, shocking everyone present!

One had to know that Zhao Gang's martial soul was a Black Bear, and his first spirit skill was Strength Boost; how could he be sent flying by a single punch from this seemingly frail girl?

Even Wu Changkong was somewhat surprised.

He had thought Tang Wuling was being reckless, but he hadn't expected this to be a display of absolute confidence in her own power!

After sending Zhao Gang flying, a yellow spirit ring slowly rose from Tang Wuling.

"It's actually a hundred-year spirit ring!"

The crowd was astonished.

Among them, spirit rings were generally ten-year ones, with almost no hundred-year rings to be found. In this moment, their contempt for Tang Wuling vanished, replaced by shock.

"First Spirit Skill, Bind!"

In an instant, the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang was still unconvinced in his heart.

According to his expectations, he should be able to break free from the Blue Silver Grass easily, but for some reason, the Blue Silver Grass binding him was incredibly tough, and he couldn't break free immediately.

The result was...

"You've lost!"

Tang Wuling clenched her fist, having already arrived in front of Zhao Gang.