It was early morning, another bright and sunny day.
The moment Chen Ping pushed open the dormitory building's main doors, the familiar dampness slapped him in the face.
The tactful version: thanks to Sea God Lake on Shrek's campus, the air at Shrek Academy was not only fresh but also wonderfully moist.
The blunt version: because of that damned artificial lake, every morning at Shrek was clammy as hell when you got up.
"Fuck, I'm filling in that shitty lake sooner or later."
Chen Ping cursed in mild disgust and hurried toward Shrek Square.
Soon, all the freshmen who had passed the assessment had assembled in Shrek Square, waiting for the upcoming class assignments.
The freshmen's three-month tournament was Shrek's most ruthless knockout stage across all six academic years. Just like that, half the students lost their chance to continue studying at Shrek.
Fortunately, the students eliminated in the three-month tournament were still hot commodities in the eyes of other schools.
Many schools might even have started their terms around the same time as Shrek.
But to nail down how many freshman classes they would have and how many students each class would contain, they really had to wait until Shrek's three-month tournament ended before they could hammer the final nail into the coffin.
At that moment, Du Weilun, the Martial Soul Department's director of studies, arrived in front of the students with a dozen or so teachers.
Chen Ping knew only two of those teachers. One was naturally their former homeroom teacher, Mu Jin, and the other was his own second uncle, Wang Yan.
Holding a folder, Du Weilun swept his gaze over the young students with a smile.
"I'm sure you all know that the knockout stage of the freshman assessment has concluded, and the final top three