Nine years.
Nine years of dream fighting, nine years of death and reincarnation, nine years of painful training.
Every death is a tempering.
Every rebirth is a growth.
Over the course of nine years, in his dreams, he practiced tactics that were only designed for fighting, and he developed indestructible spear skills.
But that was all in a dream.
In reality, he is limited by resources, limited by the environment, limited by everything.
His Soul Power is only level 20.
His Soul Spirit is just four hundred years old Earth Dragon Lizard.
His strength is far from reaching the height it should be.
And now--
The opportunity has come.
Zhong Shenxiu took a deep breath and suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.
No rush.
he told himself.
Take your time.
Spirit Ascension Platform, you can enter every week.
Resources are available every day.
There is still plenty of time.
Step by step, he will realize everything he has practiced in the dream in reality.
Step by step, he will let the spear skill that makes countless evil dragons tremble shine in this world.
He will move step by step towards the true peak.
On the playground, Long Hengxu was still talking, but Zhong Shenxiu could no longer listen.
He just stood there, looking ahead, looking at the new world that was about to open.
There seemed to be flames burning in those light golden vertical pupils.
That is desire.
That's fighting spirit.
That's - can't wait.
Zhong Shenxiu stood there, the sunlight falling on his angular face, reflecting the beating light in his pair of Light Gold Vertical Pupils.
It was rare for him to show his emotions like this.
Nine years of fighting in dreams and countless reincarnations of death have already made his emotions extremely weak.
So faint that it is almost impossible to be touched by the outside world.
But now, that glimmer of light is indeed burning.
Not because of the glory of entering Class Zero.
Not because of the pride of being chosen.
It's because of resources.
There is a quota of Spirit Ascension Platform to enter every week.
One free meal a day Grade A Meal.
What does this mean?
This means that he can spend all his time practicing.
It means he can no longer worry about money.
It means that he can devote himself wholeheartedly to becoming stronger.
Zhong Shenxiu lowered his eyes, and the light was suppressed by him.
No rush.
he told himself again.
Take your time.
On the playground, Dean Yu Zhen briefly said a few words of encouragement.
His voice was rich and majestic, and he said nothing more than words such as "You are the hope of the college" and "You must guard against arrogance and impetuosity and continue to work hard."
Teachers from each class came forward one after another and took the students in their respective classes away from the playground.
The first-year students turned back as they walked.
Those eyes were very complicated - there was envy, jealousy, unwillingness, and curiosity.
But no matter how you look at it, it can't change the fact.
The seven people whose names were read stayed behind.
Others, left.
The playground gradually became quiet.
There were only a few scattered figures left among the hundreds of people who were originally lined up neatly.
Wu Zhangkong stood aside, dressed in white and expressionless.
Not far from him, there were seven people standing.
Zhong Shenxiu, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Gu Yue.
Wang Jinxi, Zhang Yangzi, Wei Xiaofeng.
The seven people stood widely spread out.
Zhong Shenxiu stood alone at the front, with his back straight and his eyes calmly looking at Yu Zhen.
Gu Yue stood half a step behind him, his long black hair gently blowing in the breeze, his dark eyes lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.
Tang Wulin stood on the other side, his face still a little pale, but his waist was straight. The pain left by Zhong Shenxiu's punch and kick had not completely subsided, but he stood there without saying a word.
Xie Xie stood next to Tang Wulin, his dark green eyes moving around, looking at the surrounding environment, and then looking at the other three strangers with obvious curiosity in his eyes.
Wang Jinxi, Zhang Yangzi, and Wei Xiaofeng were standing slightly further away.
There was a distance between the three of them and they did not talk to each other.
Wang Jinxi crossed his arms, with a stern face and eyes as sharp as an eagle, looking at Zhong Shenxiu's back.
Zhang Yangzi has a slender figure and a cold temperament. He stood there without saying a word and glanced back and forth between Zhong Shenxiu and Gu Yue.
Wei Xiaofeng lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Yu Zhen looked at these children with a slight smile on his lips.
He waved.
"Children, come here."
The voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.
Wang Jinxi frowned slightly.
Zhang Yangzi's eyes flashed.
Wei Xiaofeng raised his head and looked in the direction of Zhong Shenxiu.
Although they were a little reluctant, they still took steps and moved closer to the direction of Zhong Shenxiu.
The seven people finally stood closer.
But the gap between them is still huge.
Yu Zhen looked at them, his eyes sweeping across each person's face.
Then he spoke.
"The fact that you were selected into Class Zero shows that your talents have been recognized by the academy."
His voice was calm, but the aura that had been at the top for a long time came out naturally.
"But--"
He paused.
"There is never a shortage of geniuses in this world."
"There is never a shortage of geniuses who died young."
When these words were spoken, the expressions of the seven people changed slightly.
Wang Jinxi's brows furrowed even deeper.
Zhang Yangzi's eyes darkened.
Wei Xiaofeng lowered his head again.
Tang Wulin pursed her lips, and a glimmer of light flashed in her big eyes.
Xie Xie's curiosity faded a bit.
Gu Yue still looked indifferent, as if these words had nothing to do with her.
And Zhong Shenxiu--
He stood there, looking at Yu Zhen calmly.
Go in through the left ear.
Out of the right ear.
Didn't take it seriously at all.
The dean has already contributed money and effort, what's wrong with giving him a few words?
Say a few words without losing any weight.
Just say a few words and you can get the quota of Spirit Ascension Platform every week and the treatment of Grade A Meal every day--
Don't say a few sentences, just say 200 sentences.
Zhong Shenxiu stood there expressionless, letting Yu Zhen's words drift past his ears.
"... If a genius wants to become a great talent, he also has to work harder than ordinary people."
"... Only in this way can I be worthy of your talents."
"... guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and be down-to-earth..."
Yu Zhen spoke for about three minutes.
Three minutes later, he stopped and glanced at the seven people again.
"Do you understand?"
His voice was still calm, but the sense of oppression was real.
Wang Jinxi lowered his head.
Zhang Yangzi looked away.
Wei Xiaofeng shrunk his shoulders.
Tang Wulin pursed his lips and nodded.
Xie Xie also nodded.
Gu Yue still looked indifferent, but nodded slightly.
Only Zhong Shenxiu--
He stood there, looking at Yu Zhen calmly.
There was no fluctuation in those light golden vertical pupils.
No fear, no nervousness, no guilty conscience.
Just watch calmly.
Yu Zhen looked at him with a slight smile on his lips.
There was a hint of playfulness in that smile.
Then he flipped his wrist.
There was a stack of paper in my hand filled with writing.
"Sign this agreement."
He handed the papers to seven people respectively.
Seven people took it subconsciously.
Tang Wulin looked down.
There are three big characters written on the top:
Agreement.