Below are rows of densely packed small characters.
Tang Wulin scanned it quickly, which probably means--
I, XXX, voluntarily sign an agreement with the Eastsea Academy.
You will not transfer to another school until you have completed the junior high school and high school studies at the intermediate college.
If there is any violation, all resources invested by the college and corresponding liquidated damages must be compensated.
Wait wait wait.
Tang Wulin was stunned.
What does this mean?
He raised his head and looked at the others.
Xie Xie was also watching, his brows furrowed.
Wang Jinxi's face darkened.
Zhang Yangzi eyes flashed.
Wei Xiaofeng bit her lip.
Gu Yue had an expressionless face and his dark eyes looked at the paper calmly.
Zhong Shenxiu also looked down.
But there was no expression on his face.
The voice of Yu Zhen sounded.
"The college is established Class Zero and will invest more in you in the future."
"Resources are skewed in all aspects, so the college must ensure that you can continue to study here."
"We won't deviate from the track due to some uncertain reasons."
He paused.
"Okay, let's sign."
There was silence on the playground.
Only the gentle breeze blew through, bringing with it the rustling sound on the lawn.
Xie Xie spoke weakly.
"Dean, sign this... Should we communicate with the family?"
His voice was a little cautious.
Yu Zhen's eyelids rolled.
"Okay."
His voice was calm, but the words he spoke made Xie Xie's heart sink.
"Go back and communicate."
"But Class Zero, you don't want to participate."
He paused.
"I'm very busy and don't have time to wait for you to do these things."
Xie Xie opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
Just then--
A hand reached out.
Zhong Shenxiu took the signed agreement and handed it to Yu Zhen.
His movements are natural.
Very peaceful.
Without any hesitation.
Yu Zhen took it and looked down.
Zhong Shenxiu.
Two words, written neatly and powerfully.
Yu Zhen raised his head and looked at Zhong Shenxiu.
There was a hint of surprise in those eyes.
He originally thought that Zhong Shenxiu would be the most talented and arrogant among these children.
The most talented, the strongest, and the most aloof temperament.
Such people are often the most difficult to control.
Often the most disobedient to discipline.
There is often the strongest resistance to such binding agreements.
But now--
Zhong Shenxiu was the first to sign.
Yu Zhen looked at him.
Look at those light golden vertical pupils.
There was no expression in those eyes.
But Yu Zhen suddenly understood something.
This child is not proud of his talent.
He is - transparent.
He knows what he wants.
He knew what this agreement meant.
He also knew that compared with those resources, this restriction was nothing at all.
Yu Zhen's mouth corners rose slightly.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at his smile without any reaction.
He just spoke, his voice calm.
"Is there anything else?"
He paused.
"If not, I'll leave first."
Yu Zhen opened his mouth.
He wanted to say something, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
This child...
He shook his head, and the smile on his lips deepened.
"Pfft--"
A chuckle broke the brief silence.
Gu Yue stood there, with his long black hair gently blowing in the breeze, and a faint smile on his beautiful and refined face.
That smile was very shallow.
But it made her whole body softer.
She glanced at Zhong Shenxiu, and an inexplicable light flashed in her black eyes.
Then she lowered her head and picked up the pen.
Brush brush brush.
Sign your name.
Gu Yue.
Two words, delicate and powerful.
She handed the agreement to Yu Zhen.
Then she raised her head and looked at Yu Zhen, her voice calm.
"Dean, if nothing happens, I'll leave too."
Yu Zhen took the agreement and looked at the two children in front of him.
Both of them looked indifferent.
Both of them left as soon as they said they could.
He was completely ignored as the dean.
But the strange thing is--
He is not angry.
On the contrary, I found it a bit funny.
Yu Zhen shook his head, put away his smile, and looked at the remaining five people.
"What about you?"
His voice remained calm.
But there was an invisible pressure in that calmness.
Not long after Zhong Shenxiu left, Gu Yue quickened his pace to follow.
Her steps were so light that she could hardly hear any sound. Her long black hair was gently flowing behind her, and there was a faint smile on her elegant and refined face.
"Zhong Shenxiu."
She spoke, her voice was cold, but with an inexplicable softness.
Zhong Shenxiu stopped and turned around.
The pair of light golden vertical pupils looked at her calmly without any expression, but the almost predatory concentration made Gu Yue's heart skip a beat.
"You won't forget tonight's auction, right?" Gu Yue asked, a glimmer of light flashing in his black eyes.
Zhong Shenxiu shook his head and said concisely, "I haven't forgotten."
Gu Yue was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
That smile was beautiful and made her whole body soften a bit.
"Then let's see you tonight."
Zhong Shenxiu nodded.
Then he turned around and continued walking towards the dormitory.
Gu Yue stood there, watching the tall and straight figure gradually go away.
Under the sun, that back figure looked particularly lonely.
The back is straight, the steps are steady and powerful, and every step is extremely solid.
Although he is only a nine-year-old child, he gives people a sense of oppression that has been battle-tested for a long time.
A thoughtful light flashed in Gu Yue's black eyes.
This child...
She whispered to herself, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.
Then she turned around and walked in the other direction.
Zhong Shenxiu When I returned to the dormitory, there was no one in the room.
Zhao Tiezhu and Wang Hao are still in the classroom.
This four-person dormitory is not big, with four beds arranged on both sides, and a long public table in the middle. There are a few clothes piled messily on Zhao Tiezhu's bed, and several old Soul Tool introductory textbooks are placed on the bedside of Wang Hao.
And the bed of Zhong Shenxiu is always the tidiest one.
The quilt was folded neatly, the sheets were pulled without any wrinkles, and there was nothing on the bedside except a few necessary books.
Of course, this is also the result of the hard work of Zhao Tiezhu and Wang Hao.
Zhong Shenxiu stood beside the bed for a moment.
The sunlight slanted in from the window, casting a light and shadow on the ground.
Very quiet.
Rare silence.
He rarely has such quiet moments on weekdays.
During the day, I have to go to class, deal with those boring Soul Master theories, and complete the homework assigned by the teacher. In my spare time, I have to go to the Soul Tool production workshop, study drawings, and make parts in exchange for a meager income. I have to practice when I come back at night.
At the end of the day, the time that really belongs to him is very little.
But now--
It's different.
After entering Class Zero, he no longer needs to go to the Soul Tool production workshop.
No need to worry about money anymore.
No more distracting yourself from trivial matters.
All you need is to practice.
Zhong Shenxiu took a deep breath and sat cross-legged on the bed.
He closed his eyes.
The pair of light golden vertical pupils disappeared from his eyes, and his whole aura became calm.
Let your hands hang naturally on your knees, palms facing upward, forming a simple cultivation mudra.
Breathing gradually becomes long and even.
Between every breath and every breath, there seems to be an invisible rhythm flowing.