Meals, classes, and the Class Advancement Tournament.
Once those days picked up speed, they seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
However, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue found themselves being pointed at and talked about far more often than usual that day. Naturally, there was only one reason—the confrontation at the gates yesterday.
What surprised many people most was that the Academy had not punished any of the three.
Everything continued as usual.
Classes went on, and so did training, as though nothing had happened.
This also led more people to realize that yesterday's incident was probably far less simple than it had appeared.
Meanwhile, even more people came to catch a glimpse of Wu Changkong.
It was not just students. Even quite a few teachers could not resist stealing a few looks at him from afar.
Yesterday's battle had raised the cold, aloof idol's standing in the Academy yet another notch. By now, he was no longer merely the idol of the female students, but someone almost all of Eastsea Academy looked up to.
Wu Changkong himself, however, acted as though nothing had happened.
He remained cold-faced, taciturn, and determined to do things his own way.
In the Class Advancement Tournament after school, Tang Wulin and his companions faced First Grade's Class Two.
Once again, they won cleanly and decisively.
Although First Grade's Class Two was stronger overall than Class Three and Class Four, and even had a Soul Master with a yellow hundred-year soul ring on its team, it still failed to stir up much of a storm against the trio's teamwork once they stepped onto the Competition Platform.
Gu Yue controlled the field, Xie Xie darted in, and Tang Wulin held the front.
After several exchanges, their opponents' formation had been thrown into