Everyone instinctively turned to look.
The door opened.
Two Gold Ingot Group employees jumped out and opened up the truck. Then roughly a dozen more people came running from somewhere in the distance and began unloading the cargo, carrying it box by box until it was neatly stacked inside Ink Academy.
"What the hell is Sun Wen up to now..."
Zhao Zicheng's anger had yet to fade. At the sight, he could not help speaking through gritted teeth as he walked over.
Huge lettering was written on every box.
"Zhao Zicheng"
"Lin Xiaoxiao"
"A Tai"
"Mu Yu"
"Shi Guang"
"What's this supposed to mean? Is he throwing money at us?"
Looking at the five boxes at the front, Zhao Zicheng seemed particularly furious. He kicked one, shattering the wooden box and revealing its contents.
A shirt lay quietly on top.
It also had a name written on it.
"Gaga"
Just like the class shirts Sun Wen had custom-made for the students of the 140th Cohort back then, it was stylish and free-spirited.
Only this time, there had been a new breakthrough in the material.
Although wearing it would hardly let them withstand a Demon King's attacks, the array patterns that several Eighth Awakening experts had painstakingly spent months inscribing could cushion blows from ordinary fourth-level demon beasts, keeping the clothing from being shredded by a single swipe.
It was only a piece of clothing, yet Sun Wen's thoughtfulness already came through.
Beneath the clothing were various pieces of equipment.
They had all been custom-made specifically for the characteristics of Zhao Zicheng's Awakening Object. For example, there was a shield prepared for when he ran low on energy and needed to briefly recall his sandbag.
It was extremely sturdy, and shock absorption had been fully taken into account in its design.