The morning cafeteria was always filled with the aroma of steamed buns and soy milk.
The empty plates in front of Tang Wulin had already been stacked half a meter high. Xie Xie sat down with the last basket of steamed dumplings and glanced at the empty seat beside them.
"Didn't come with us? Did Boss go to the Blacksmith Association to practice forging again?" Xie Xie stuffed a dumpling into his mouth and asked indistinctly.
"Brother said his comprehension of the spear had reached another critical point recently. He needed extremely intense hammering and forging to verify it, so he went to the Blacksmith Association after we left."
Tang Wulin swallowed his food and drained the last mouthful of soy milk.
After breakfast, the three of them headed together for the Grade One Class Five classroom.
When the class bell rang, Wu Zhangkong, dressed in white, stepped into the classroom right on time.
He stood at the podium, his sharp gaze sweeping across the class. His eyes lingered for only half a second on Tang Linyuan's empty seat before he opened his lesson plan and began teaching.
The entire class had long grown accustomed to it.
Ever since Wu Zhangkong had taken over Class Five, Tang Linyuan had possessed absolute privilege.
Wu Zhangkong knew perfectly well that the basic theories and tactical analyses he taught were a complete waste of time for a monster who could force him to use six Soul Rings in actual combat.
That kid's battlefield had long since surpassed this tiny classroom.
The morning theory lessons soon came to an end.
That afternoon, quite a few upperclassmen had gathered around the arena at the center of the Intermediate Division's field.
The Class Promotion Tournament continued. Today, Grade One Class Five, which had defeated Class Four