Chapter 228: Chapter 4 One Short (Congratulations Sect Leader Zhe C??) Chapter 228: Chapter 4 One Short (Congratulations Sect Leader Zhe C??) (Congratulations to the new Sect Leader of Zhejiang C.
Here’s an extra update as a gift.)
It was the hottest moment of the day.
At the sparsely populated number seven Triumphal Arch entrance of Dingchuan Academy, two foolishly standing boys watched as their companion was pinned to the ground, not daring to move an inch.
When they had braced themselves for a harsh lesson.
When Taber, with a nasty grin, was about to get up while squeezing Xize’s throat.
A voice, neither light nor heavy, rang from behind:
“Excuse me…
Is this where new students of Dingchuan Academy report?”
When the three boys and Xize, throwing a glance from the corner of his eye, looked in that direction.
A well-dressed young man, carrying a small suitcase, asked with a brilliant smile on his face.
Aren’t freshmen supposed to report a month from now?
The two boys exchanged glances, and Taber seemed annoyed as well.
Are you blind or what, asking such a person?
Yet, Taber and their attitudes were aligned in one aspect: none believed Mu Fan was an Army Reserve specially recruited student.
A standard physique, and by the looks of his attire, definitely not considered strong, dressed impeccably like a noble.
The polite smile on his face and the suitcase in his hand.
No matter how you looked at it, he seemed like a new freshman who had just arrived.
“Are you new here?
Doesn’t school start in September?” asked Taber, standing up, towering over Mu Fan by a head as he looked down at him.
“Ah?
Wasn’t it said to be today?” Mu Fan said, pulling out a gray-and-blue paper envelope from his chest for another look, then nodded affirmatively.
When Mu Fan took out the gray and blue envelope, the eyes of all four shrank.
This was the admission notice from Dingchuan Academy!
And it was the special notice for Army Reserve recruits; the regular admission notice would be a pure blue paper envelope!
“Army Reserve special recruit?…” Taber looked across with a smile that was not quite a smile.
Mu Fan’s eyes lit up, and he nodded, “Yes, senior, do you know?”
This politeness, tsk tsk.
Taber felt internally wounded, this feeling of being powerless was truly uncomfortable.
The two foolishly standing boys looked at Mu Fan with complex expressions.
This was a truly smart person.
“…This is the place.” Taber opened his mouth and finally spat out four words begrudgingly.
There was absolutely no reason to make a move, the kid on the other side was impeccable in his manners.
Meanwhile, from Xize’s tightly gripped throat came intermittent pleas, “Hurry…
let me…
go.
I…
you…
can’t afford to provoke…”
“Seeking death!”
With a sudden cold glint in his eye, Taber’s arm swung, hurling the young Xize violently to the ground, then kicked him away.
Xize rolled and crashed at the base of a Triumphal Arch gatepost.
“Xize!”
“Xize!”
The two boys hurried over to help him up.
Xize leaned against the gatepost, wiping the corner of his mouth, coldly watching Taber without a word.
Taber merely laughed it off.
“Kid, even if your family is powerful, it’s not you.
Feel free to seek revenge whenever, but after your freshman training period, my blows won’t be so light, huh.” With a casual flick of his foot, the dagger that had fallen to the ground spun into the air and landed steadily in his hand.
Pinching the sharp blade between two fingers, he wiped it lightly and sheathed the dagger.
“Which examination area are you from?
Stand back and wait; once everyone’s here, I’ll take you over,” Taber said, looking at Mu Fan.
“Purple Jade Star examination area, thank you, senior.” Mu Fan stood under the shadow of the stone gate with a smile, seemingly oblivious to the tragic Xize nearby.
It was cooler here.
Once settled, Mu Fan took out his Sky Communication device and started to fiddle with it, preparing to send a message to his chubby friend.
Such a pretense!
That was the unanimous thought of Xize and the others.
Unconcerned by the commotion around him, who was he pretending for?
The Fierce Wolf Taber, ignoring the four people around him, leaned back on the gatepost, the dagger orbiting in his hand.
After sending the message, Mu Fan watched the dancing dagger with rapt attention.
“Like what you see?” Taber asked with a frown and a displeased tone.
“It’s beautiful!” Mu Fan assuredly replied.
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Pfft!
Over there, Xize almost spat out a mouthful of blood, so damn shameless!
Dressed to look the part but acting so obsequiously.
He selectively ignored the sincere expression on Mu Fan’s face.
Mu Fan would also habitually spin his dagger, but it was never as exaggerated as the senior in his hands.
He had been staring intently just now because he wanted to learn and give it a try.
With furrowed brows relaxing, Taber really didn’t want to bother with this freshman who looked more like he was here for sightseeing than for school and training.
An hour later, people had continuously arrived in large numbers.
More than ten who were discontent and looking for trouble had already been thoroughly beaten down by Taber.
After finishing off the last one and rubbing his fists as he stood up, Taber had cursed the teacher who assigned the task over a dozen times in his mind.
However, there was no unusual expression on Fierce Wolf Taber’s face.
These so-called geniuses, who had not yet seen a battlefield, were all too proud, and he wondered if they would still be able to smile after entering the Special Training Base.
Mu Fan blended in unobtrusively among the crowd; by now, quite a crowd had gathered at Triumphal Arch No.
7.
Students coming and going cast curious glances at this line of people.
These newcomers looked like a rough bunch, especially the one leading them.
Fierce Wolf Taber!
How had these fierce-looking freshmen found an organization as soon as they arrived?
Several seniors passing by stared dumbfounded at the scene.
Wasn’t Taber supposed to be on a mission to another planet?
Did the academy recruit all these from the army this year?!
Clearly, they had guessed right, at least in part.
These were not only directed recruits but also special recruits who had seen blood, which is why the academy had appointed Taber as their guide.
As the crowd started to grow, students from the same examination regions began spontaneously grouping together.
Xize, from the Third Administrative District, despite the bruises on his face, could quiet the approaching examinees with one cold look, and they would lower their heads, not daring to say anything.
It became quite clear who had held what status in their previous examination centers.
Those at the very center were undoubtedly the ones with the best results.
Different groups began to form.
Some were high-profile, some low-key, some sociable and others loners.
However, those dozen or so high-profile individuals had all been beaten up by Taber.
This served as a lesson to these special recruits, who had always considered themselves geniuses: they got to understand the depth of the academy.
Indeed, there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers—before even entering the academy, a senior responsible for reception had trampled their pride and confidence underfoot.
Of course, this did not include Mu Fan, who stood silently to one side yet began to draw a small crowd.
Big bald head Paje had spotted Mu Fan leaning against a gatepost upon his arrival.
And he had walked over with a happy chuckle.
Then, the recruits who had been haphazardly gathered by that unreliable teaching assistant on Purple Jade Star saw Big bald head Paje first when they arrived at the Triumphal Arch, and then they noticed the low-key, smiling young man beside Paje.
Great Demon King!
The remaining eight examinees approached silently and gathered around.
They had experienced the exams firsthand, and the image of examinee number 1578 shocking everyone at the end was still etched deeply in their minds.
Because of that casual remark from the Big bald head…
Ding Chuan core student!
The only one!
The super genius that emerged from Purple Jade Star.
The undisputed core, but regrettably, the other 90 were unaware, including Taber, who was still looking for the core student.
Should be about the right number of people now, thought Taber, lifting his hand to check his combat wristwatch.
15:15.
Time to double-check the headcount.
1, 2, 3…
98, 99.
One person missing?
Just as anger started to surge inside Taber again, a huge roaring sound came from afar, and everyone looked up.
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