Gao Wu: Oh no! Young Master Zhen is a cultivator!

"Find an empty seat yourself," Zhou Zhengping said, then left with his lesson plan.

Sun Jinghuan walked straight to the back row, his goal clear.

Lin Ran received a scholarship from Xinhai No. 3 Middle School and enrolled in the regular class of Xinhai No. 3 Middle School.

After learning about this, Chu Xining gave up the more promising Xinhai No.1 Middle School and went to the martial arts class of Xinhai No.3 Middle School.

Meanwhile, her unacknowledged fiancé, Sun Jinghuan, persisted and followed her to Xinhai No. 3 Middle School.

Perhaps it was because he accidentally saw Chu Xining getting close to Lin Ran that he regarded Lin Ran as a rival in love.

Of course, he's not wrong to think that way.

Lin Ran was indeed his rival in love, but Lin Ran himself was unaware of it.

Sun Jinghuan played a crucial role in enabling Lin Ran to travel back in time.

Lin Ran replied that he would repay the kindness and that once his cultivation level improved, he would definitely send this young master to reunite with the original owner of the body.

Sun Jinghuan walked to Lin Ran's desk and tapped his fingers twice on the desk.

"I've got my eye on this spot, can you move to another one?"

Chu Xining suddenly stood up: "Sun Jinghuan! What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to switch seats with Young Master Lin." Sun Jinghuan said casually, his hands in his pockets.

Lin Ran propped himself up from the table and yawned, "Haa... how about we make a bet?"

"What?" Sun Jinghuan frowned slightly.

Lin Ran used the same trick again: "Let's go to the training hall and have a match. If you win, this spot is yours. If you lose, I won't ask for anything unreasonable, just give me a third-tier crystal core."

It's not convenient to kill Sun Jinghuan directly for the time being, so it's better to extract some remaining value first.

Chu Xining immediately grabbed Lin Ran's sleeve: "Brother Lin Ran, why did you make a bet with him? If you want the crystal core, I can give it to you."

"If you leave the Chu family, will you still be able to easily produce the crystal core?"

"I..." Chu Xining was speechless for a moment.

She had previously boasted that she would simply leave the Chu family if things went wrong.

If we were to use the Chu family's wealth to provide Lin Ran with crystal cores now, it would make our previous statements seem somewhat ridiculous.

"Besides," Lin Ran said calmly, "I'm not going to lose."

Seeing this, Sun Jinghuan chuckled softly: "Hehe, if you really don't want to switch, that's fine too. I can sit next to you."

As he spoke, he glanced at the girl on Chu Xining's other side.

The girl paused for a moment, then immediately picked up her backpack, got up, and left for another empty seat.

Sun Jinghuan stepped forward, slowly sat down, and a smug look appeared on his face.

It seemed to be telling Lin Ran that the provocation tactic wouldn't work on him.

Lin Ran raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that this guy was quite shrewd, much better than his silly younger brother.

That makes sense, after all, he didn't personally take action when he had someone deal with the original owner.

Lin Ran turned to Chu Xining: "I suddenly feel the sunlight is a bit too bright. How about we switch places?"

You think I can't handle you?

Chu Xining was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Okay."

So the two switched seats.

Although Lin Ran didn't say much, Chu Xining felt very happy.

"There are curtains, so why is it glaring? He deliberately separated me from Sun Jinghuan. He must still care about me and doesn't want other boys to get close to me."

She thought this to herself, but on the surface she still pretended to be indifferent, casually flipping open her textbook and pretending to read, but she couldn't suppress the upward curve of her lips.

"Young Master Lin, do you really enjoy interfering in other people's relationships?" Sun Jinghuan's smile finally faltered.

Lin Ran didn't seem to mind: "It's alright, isn't it? It's better than some people forcing their way in."

"Fine! Very well!" Sun Jinghuan gritted his teeth.

Before Lin Ran transferred to Xinhai No. 1 Middle School, there were two S-level awakened individuals in this class.

One is Bai Ruolin, who awakened an S-level wind element talent.

The other one is named Qin Wuyai, who awakened an S-level speed talent. He is usually taciturn and not very sociable.

After Lin Ran transferred here, two more S-level Awakened individuals joined the class.

Chu Xining is an S-class ice-type awakener. Although she is not cold at all, her talent and personality do not seem to be closely related.

Sun Jinghuan, who just transferred here today, possesses an S-level fire-type talent and is a true prodigy of the Sun family in this generation.

When Chu Xining and Sun Jinghuan both chose Xinhai No. 3 Middle School, it caused quite a stir.

After all, an S-level genius should have been admitted to Xinhai No. 1 Middle School.

Now that the two have transferred schools, they're back on track.

In the afternoon practical training session, Qin Hanzhong blew a whistle, and more than thirty people quickly lined up.

He stood in front of the crowd, holding an electronic recorder in his hand, his gaze sweeping across the line, lingering for a moment on Sun Jinghuan.

"A new student arrived today?"

"Yes, teacher. My name is Sun Jinghuan, and I just transferred here today."

Qin Hanzhong nodded: "Today's training will be a live-fire exercise, with two people per team and opponents drawn by lot."

After saying that, he gestured for everyone to come forward and draw lots.

When it was Lin Ran's turn, he casually pulled out a slip of paper, unfolded it, and read: Number Seven.

Zhao Meng also picked up a slip of paper, looked down at it, and then leaned over to look at the slip of paper in Lin Ran's hand.

"Number seven?"

Zhao Meng's expression instantly fell: "How could I have drawn you? Is God deliberately trying to screw me over?"

"You're lucky."

"Good my ass! I still feel the pain in my chest after that punch you gave me last time."

Zhao Meng crumpled the note into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket, muttering, "Am I here to go to school or to get beaten up?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Someone nearby burst out laughing.

Zheng Hong patted Zhao Meng on the shoulder: "Work hard, and be motivated by shame!"

"Get lost! Or how about we switch places?"

Zheng Hong quickly waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it, you should keep this great opportunity to show off for yourself."

After the draw, Qin Hanzhong pointed to the leftmost ring: "Everyone, change into your training clothes and come up on stage one by one. Same rules as before: no attacks on vital points. A player who falls to the ground for more than three seconds or voluntarily concedes defeat is considered to have lost."

The first group consisted of two boys with a strength-based style. They stepped onto the ring, clasped their fists together, and assumed their fighting stances.

As soon as the whistle blew, the two charged forward at the same time, the muffled thuds of their fists and feet colliding echoing in the training hall.

After a dozen or so rounds, one of them threw his opponent off the edge of the ring.

"Liu Zheng wins Group A."

The second group consists of Chu Xining and Lin Haozhe.

Seeing the two step onto the stage, Zhao Meng teased, "Does this count as a sister-in-law beating her brother-in-law?"

Before Lin Ran could speak, Bai Ruolin frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Cough cough cough... I was just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously." Zhao Meng immediately shut up.

Lin Ran glanced at Bai Ruolin, seemingly lost in thought.

On the stage, Chu Xining and Lin Haozhe stood facing each other, and Qin Hanzhong blew his whistle.

Facing Chu Xining, who is at the S-rank, Lin Haozhe knew that his chances of winning were slim, so he chose to make the first move.

He raised his right hand, his entire arm gleaming with a metallic sheen, and took a step forward, aiming straight for Chu Xining's face.

Seeing this, Chu Xining raised her hand and drew a semicircle, and an ice shield materialized in front of her out of thin air.

Bang!

The metallic fist slammed into the two-finger-thick ice shield, producing a muffled thud.

Crunch!

Cracks appeared on the ice, and Lin Haozhe's attack was blocked.

At the same time, Chu Xining spread her five fingers, and three ice spikes condensed in her palm.

With a casual wave of her hand, three ice spikes shot towards Lin Haozhe simultaneously, forming a triangular shape, blocking Lin Haozhe's front and left and right sides.

Lin Haozhe crossed his arms, and his entire body rapidly turned metallic.

Although he possesses an A-level metal-type ability, his current level is too low, and he is not yet able to create metal out of thin air. He can only defend against attacks by metallizing his body.

Ding Ding Ding!

The three ice spikes struck Lin Haozhe's shoulders and forearms respectively, but did not cause him any real damage.

Zhao Meng couldn't help but say, "Even if Chu Xining is an S-level Awakener, it would probably be difficult for her to break through Lin Haozhe's metallic skin."

"Indeed!" Lin Ran nodded. "However... to win, you don't necessarily have to break through the opponent's defenses."

"So you think Chu Xining is a better candidate?"

"I support her in principle."

Zhao Meng revealed an expression that said, "I knew it!" He continued, "You really are a traitor who forgets his principles for the sake of a pretty face!"

"No, no, no, you're wrong about that." Lin Ran shook his head and denied, "The reason I support Chu Xining is simply because I'm closer to her."

He inherited the original owner's memories, which means he had spent more than ten years with Chu Xining, so the logic makes sense.

"Isn't Lin Haozhe your brother?"

"We're not related by blood, and we've only known each other for a few days."

"Something seems off, but I can't quite put my finger on it."