"Obviously."
"I should've gone with them to that city and competed in this year's Skysea Grand Tournament..."
In the First-Year Class Four classroom, Tang Wulin gazed through the window at the bus slowly pulling away.
The first-year classrooms were all on the ground floor, with a clear view outside. He had only been daydreaming, but now he could no longer rein in his emotions.
He had heard Class Zero's new student had even less potential than he did.
So why?!
He couldn't measure up to Jiang Yan, Gu Yuena, Xie Xie, Wang Jinxi, Zhang Yangzi, or Wei Xiaofeng, but surely...
Surely he wasn't inferior to someone with less potential than him!
Was it just because he could never awaken the Golden Dragon King's power or become a great blacksmith? Because relying on his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul would slow his progress after he became a Soul Grandmaster?
I won't accept it. I'll never accept it!
One day, I, Tang Wulin, will become a powerful expert too. I will never admit defeat!
Countless thoughts surged through Tang Wulin's mind. A cold, hungry look flashed in his eyes as his resolve hardened.
"Tang Wulin!"
Just then, a piece of chalk flew over and struck his face. The sting jolted him back to his senses.
The pain itself was barely worth mentioning, but being hit in the face before the whole class hurt far more than it would have an adult.
At the lectern, Cai Xukun glared at him.
"Tang Wulin, why are you staring out the window instead of paying attention? Is there a senior girl you like out there, or a senior boy you admire?"
"Pay attention in class. Don't think being the strongest kid here earns you special treatment. Understand?"
There was more than a little resentment in his