Kong Hanwen, the homeroom teacher of Class One, Grade Four, nearly choked on Wu Changkong's glance, his nose all but twisting out of shape.
This fellow really was arrogance taken to another level.
Sure, you're strong, but you're teaching Class Five, after all. The worst class. No matter how capable you are, how strong could they possibly become?
At that thought, the smile on Kong Hanwen's face grew even more artificial.
"You seem very confident, Teacher Wu," he said with veiled sarcasm. "Then we'll see you on the competition platform."
With that, he turned and walked back to his class.
Wu Changkong remained where he was, his expression unchanged. Only the corner of his mouth seemed to move slightly.
Standing closest to him, Tang Wulin faintly caught a word.
It didn't sound like anything nice.
Just then, Director Long Hengxu stepped onto the Competition Platform.
"Today marks the official start of the Class Advancement Tournament." Amplified by a soul device, his voice carried across the entire Playground. "For the first match, Class Five of the first grade will challenge Class One, Grade Four. Teacher Wu Changkong, have you decided how many students your class will field?"
Long Hengxu wasn't particularly interested in the lower grades' opening round of the Class Advancement Tournament. What he really wanted to see was what Wu Changkong had taught his students over these past three months.
Wu Changkong nodded.
"Three."
Long Hengxu turned toward Class Four.
"Class Five will field three students. Teacher Kong, you have five minutes to select your competitors."
Kong Hanwen still wore a smile, though it now held a measure of disdain.
"Against Class Five, it makes no difference who goes." He casually pointed out three students in his class. "Jialong, Lin Zunyuan, Moss, you three are up. Remember, show them