Freshman Class Five

When Tang Li returned to the freshman formation, he found that Tang Wulin had been looking for him for ages. The siblings stood together, listening to the leaders up above drone on about impractical things, which bored Tang Li to sleep.

Tang Wulin had originally intended to return the storage soul tool Tang Ziran had given her to Tang Li yesterday, but she found that Tang Li already had one on his hand, and it was precisely the one Tang Ziran had always worn, so she dropped the matter.

However, she was still very curious about what was inside. Tang Wulin rolled her eyes, put on a sleepy expression, yawned, and said in a gentle tone:

"Mm, Xiao Li, lean closer to me. I'm sleepy, I'll rest against you for a bit."

"Oh."

Tang Li didn't suspect a thing. Forging was hard physical labor, and since Tang Wulin had only gone through the Level-3 Blacksmith test yesterday, it was normal for her to be tired.

Yet when he and Tang Wulin pressed close together, Tang Wulin suddenly reached out toward the soul tool on Tang Li's hand. At such close range, with Tang Wulin's explosive force, even Tang Li had no way to dodge and could only watch helplessly as Tang Wulin took his storage soul tool.

Tang Li was speechless and muttered under his breath, "I've come to the intermediate academy, and I still can't have a shred of my own privacy? Where do you get such a strong desire for control?"

Tang Wulin didn't care at all about Tang Li's accusation. Her spiritual power probed into the storage soul tool, confirming that inside were only soul tools with considerable lethality and father Tang Ziran's debit card, and nothing else, whereupon she breathed a sigh of relief and returned the bracelet to Tang Li.

"I'm your older sister, just checking to see if you brought any dangerous items. Stop talking nonsense!"

Tang Li: →_→

By this time, the freshman ceremony was already halfway over, and it was the turn of the principal with the highest status to speak.

The principal of Eastsea Academy was an old man who looked to be in his sixties. His medium build looked rather unremarkable, with graying hair and glasses, giving off an air thoroughly soaked in bookishness.

Unlike the previous speakers, this principal possessed exceptional eloquence. Without notes, he spoke with deep emotion for a full quarter of an hour until the sun climbed higher in the sky, at which point he finally stopped.

Once the principal finished speaking, it came to the final and most important link--class assignment. The students of the other grades left first, leaving only the first-year freshmen.

Long Hengxu, the grade director whom they had seen just yesterday, came up to the podium and began making announcements prior to the assignments:

"Next, we will conduct the class assignments. As everyone knows, in our Eastsea Academy, the smaller the class number, the more outstanding the students represent. However, this is not absolute. I hope that the classes ranked lower can also strive to catch up through hard work, defeating other classes in subsequent assessments to prove themselves.

This year, our school has a total of one hundred and eight first-year freshmen, divided into five classes. Next, I will call out names to step out of formation. First is Class 1..."

Hearing this, Tang Wulin finally understood why this grade director had said yesterday that being assigned to Class 5 was a punishment. There were five classes in total, so Class 5 naturally had to be the worst.

"What is this! Xiao Li, you're such a genius, how can you stay in Class 5! Teacher Xie really has eyes that are blind."

Listening to Tang Wulin's complaints, the corners of Tang Li's mouth curled into an arc. Clearly in a good mood, he said in a relaxed tone:

"Oh, don't mind these things. We're all geniuses; we can gradually grow stronger no matter where we are. Besides, the teacher of Class 5 might not necessarily be bad."

"...Tang Li, Tang Wulin... Xie Xie... Yun Xiao, Zhou Changxi..."

Upon hearing their names, Tang Li pulled Tang Wulin over to form up. Unlike the dejected-looking people all around them, the moment Tang Li and Tang Wulin stood here, they gave off a sense of confidence welling up from within.

Especially Tang Wulin, whose appearance was simply too striking. Wherever she stood, she was the focal point of the crowd.

In the ranks, Tang Li spotted Xie Xie. Judging by that swaggering look of his, he had presumably found a healing soul master to tend to his injuries.

Xie Xie was also looking at Tang Li, his eyes filled with fighting intent as he shoved through the crowd to stand right beside Tang Li. "Once the assignments are finished, come with me to the park for a one-on-one!"

"Who are you? You still want a one-on-one with my Xiao Li? Get through my fist first!" Hearing this, Tang Wulin's temper flared up, and she raised her fist and waved it at Xie Xie a few times.

The instant he saw that face of Tang Wulin's, Xie Xie instinctively took a step back, clearly harboring psychological shadows in his heart.

Yet he still cared about his pride, so he gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, and said, "I don't hit women!"

"I remember you now! You're that rookie I knocked flying with a single punch yesterday! You still want a one-on-one with Xiao Li? Did you drink alcohol last night and still haven't sobered up yet?"

Tang Wulin suddenly recalled Xie Xie's pair of deep green eyes, a trace of disdain tinting her tone. Although hitting the guy was wrong of her, if he had a problem shouldn't he come looking for her? Why go find her younger brother instead?

Xie Xie: (╬•̀皿•́)

"You! You! You!"

Xie Xie almost failed to catch his breath and died of anger, his face turning as red as a tomato. In the end, it was Tang Li who stepped out to smooth things over.

"All right, isn't it just a fight? Eastsea park, right? Just remember to give me a shout when the time comes, and I'll gladly accompany you."

Right at that moment, someone suddenly cried out, "Wow, that teacher is so handsome!"

This low exclamation drew everyone's attention, and the students of Class 5 looked up one after another--

They saw a young man who looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight walking toward them. Just as that female student had said, this teacher was extraordinarily handsome!

Unlike young people with prominent appearances like Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, the two of them were still young after all and had not fully grown into their features.

Yet this teacher was indeed an adult, standing over one meter nine tall. With ape-like arms, a wasp waist, long legs, and a well-proportioned, slender figure matched with a head of ice-blue long hair, he gave off a sensation akin to proud snow-plum blossoms in winter.

His dark green pupils were sharp and full of life, his nose high and straight, his lips thin and well-defined, his face stern, and his temperament cold and aloof.

A suit of white clothing, coupled with that otherworldly aura, caused even Tang Wulin to cast a few extra glances.

"Xiao Li, this teacher looks like he might be really strong."

"Mm, Soul Di peak cultivation, much stronger than Uncle Lin. In this Eastsea Academy, he should be the strongest one."

Tang Li felt a bit of surprise in his heart as well. This teacher Wu Zhangkong was precisely the person who had been observing his cultivation just moments ago, and he would never mistake this incomparably pure ice-attribute cultivation.

"Follow me." Wu Zhangkong's voice was very cold, and his brief words carried an aura that compelled obedience.

The crowd followed his pace. The Class 5 classroom was located on the innermost side of the first floor of the teaching building. Upon entering the classroom, a similarly brief word of "Take your seats" reached their ears.

Tang Li felt that this was spiritual power at work, though Wu Zhangkong controlled it very well, serving only a deterrent purpose without affecting the students' spirit seas.

Tang Wulin followed Tang Li to pick a spot in the very back row, and Xie Xie also unconsciously sat over, positioning himself right in front of Tang Li.

Once everyone was seated, Wu Zhangkong walked up to the podium, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote his name on the blackboard. Then he turned around and said in an even tone, "My name is Wu Zhangkong. Starting today, I am your head teacher."