The freshmen clamored noisily inside the enormous classroom.
They searched for classmates they were close to.
Of course, some teams had long since been decided internally—Cui Yajie smilingly turned down a rather polite boy, then sat beside Zhu Lu and whispered in her ear. Dai Huabin turned his head, his eyes fixed on that boy, a dangerous glint flickering in them. Daring to poach someone right in front of him—he really had a death wish.
He silently marked the boy down in his heart, planning that if they met in the arena, he would at least make sure the boy left with broken hands and feet. He would go hard.
He was the kind of person who repaid even the smallest grudge.
"Lulu, we've got a strong rival in this Freshman Assessment. I just wonder whether we can take second or third." Cui Yajie carried a hint of coquettish charm as she spoke lazily beside Zhu Lu's ear, her beautiful eyes unconsciously glancing toward the back. Like them, there was another small group gathered there, with Su Wen at its core.
"Hard to say." A trace of hesitation flashed through Zhu Lu's eyes.
That person's strength was still a mystery, as though a mountain were pressing down over every freshman's head...
"Hmph!"
Dai Huabin's cold snort drew the two girls' attention. Just as Cui Yajie was looking forward to hearing some grand opinion from him, he fell silent again.
Cui Yajie: "..."
"I hope we can squeeze into the top three." Zhu Lu let out a soft sigh.
"Hmph!" Dai Huabin's snort now carried a trace of arrogance, implying it would be easy.
Cui Yajie: "..."
"If we get an impressive result in this competition, besides the academy's rewards, are there any other benefits?" Wu Feng asked with interest.