The final match of the first-year promotion tournament took place at noon on a bright, breezy day.
As the challengers, Class Two could decide how many students to field. They sent out three: a black-haired girl with short hair, a frail-looking boy, and a chubby little boy.
The chubby boy was none other than Wan Yunchao. He was grinning foolishly as he waved to Tang Wulin in Class One's lineup.
Tang Wulin smiled back, but he felt as though a lifetime had passed. It was as if the last time he had seen Wan Yunchao had been in a previous life.
The two had not been assigned to the same dormitory or the same class. After school started, Tang Wulin had been busy cultivating and had never found a chance to see Wan Yunchao.
Tang Wulin felt somewhat melancholy. Perhaps this was what it meant to be fated but not meant to be together.
They had no say in their dormitory assignments, but they could have been in the same class. If Wan Yunchao's Soul Power had been level fifteen instead of fourteen, he could have entered Class One with him. But now...
Meng Xinghe, who was watching from the side, noticed the change in Tang Wulin's mood.
He had long grown accustomed to such things, having lived for twenty thousand years. But Tang Wulin was only nine years old, and such feelings were still too heavy for a child.
Come to think of it, Tang Wulin was perfectly suited to be the male lead of a tragic literary novel, like To Live... Just kidding.
"Xinghe, why are you looking at Tang Wulin like that? Is something wrong with him?"
Gu Yuena lacked experience and had failed to notice the change in Tang Wulin's mood, so she asked.
"Normal human