High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

"Hello everyone, I am your counselor, Gu Feng."

Gu Feng stood on the podium and smiled gently.

"Without further ado, let's get down to business. First, submit your final selections for practical training programs to me in the next couple of days. Remember, choosing a particular program doesn't mean you can't attend classes in other programs. The main purpose of this program is to facilitate the school in assigning you dedicated mentors."

"Once the course selection system opens, everyone can make a two-way selection between tutors and courses. If you have a tutor you like, you can contact them in advance."

At this point, Gu Feng paused, adjusted his glasses, and his expression became somewhat unnatural, even a little embarrassed: "Um... just a reminder. Since you're all enrolled in Business Administration, if you get tired of cultivating, you can come and take some of our School of Economics and Management's professional courses when you have free time. After all, you've been transferred to Shanghai, so there aren't any mandatory duty shifts anymore. It's good to have some work-life balance, right?"

Gu Feng lacked confidence because he knew all too well the character of these special recruits from the Town Night Division.

These older students from previous years were basically out of touch once the semester started. They didn't even bother attending classes, let alone taking final exams. After all, their status as ordinary university students was just a cover; for these people constantly living on the edge, a diploma was barely worth mentioning.

"The last thing that concerns everyone's vital interests."

Gu Feng clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back. "In Shanghai, the Night Watchers don't pay a base salary. If you're short on contribution points, you can apply to join the hidden forum of the Shanghai Extraordinary Mission Hall on our Night Watchers' internal app. Various missions to clear monsters and capture demons are posted there every day. However..."

"But there are too many competitors in Shanghai, so the competition is fierce. Whether you can get a piece of the pie depends on your own speed and skill."

After finishing his business, Gu Feng picked up the class roster: "Alright, from now on, we'll all be classmates for at least four years. Now, in the order of roll call, everyone take turns coming up and giving a brief self-introduction. Having more friends means having more opportunities, right?"

Those cultivators who are specially recruited, especially those from aristocratic families who have been pampered with resources since childhood, are inherently proud and confident.

Therefore, whether they were from prestigious families or newcomers like Li Xiwan who had only been in the cultivation world for less than a month, they all stood on the podium with confidence and proper manners, without the awkwardness and timidity of ordinary freshmen.

Soon, it was Shen Chang'an's turn.

"It's my turn."

Shen Chang'an stood up and walked to the podium with somewhat lazy steps.

When he turned around to face the whole class, the previously relaxed classroom atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

The twenty-odd freshmen in the front row instinctively straightened their backs, not daring to even breathe, their eyes revealing an undisguised awe and tension.

"Hello everyone."

Shen Chang'an placed his hands on the lectern, trying his best to appear as a sunny and cheerful male college student, and flashed what he thought was a kind and friendly smile: "My name is Shen Chang'an. I'm from Qingzhou District, Beijiang City. I'm very happy to be classmates with you all. I have a very good temper and am usually easy to talk to. I hope you'll all take care of me in the class."

A very friendly statement.

However, the freshmen below the stage looked at each other in bewilderment. Looking at that face that had declared it would crush everyone last night, now smiling so kindly, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

The classroom fell into a deathly silence that lasted for three seconds.

Then, a sparse round of applause broke out.

Seeing this lukewarm response, Shen Chang'an frowned slightly.

He narrowed his eyes in confusion, his gaze slowly sweeping over the tense faces below the stage, wondering to himself.

Was my attitude not good enough? Why are these people making that face?

But the people below don't see it that way.

"Holy crap! He thinks we're just going through the motions! He's upset!"

"He's holding a grudge! He's definitely holding a grudge!"

I don't know who started it, but the next second...

"Clap clap clap clap clap clap!!!"

Thunderous applause erupted in the multimedia classroom! Several boys in the front row even clapped until their palms turned red, afraid that they would be a beat slower than the others.

Hearing the sudden burst of enthusiastic applause, Shen Chang'an on the podium was even more puzzled, but he still nodded in satisfaction and stepped down from the podium.

In the eyes of everyone.

Shen Chang'an probably really can't remember who was clapping just now...

But he knew perfectly well who hadn't clapped.

Shen Chang'an stepped down from the podium, returned to his seat, and, listening to the prolonged applause around him, stroked his chin with satisfaction.

"It seems like everyone likes me quite a bit. The students in Shanghai are really enthusiastic."

Upon hearing this shameless comment, Ji Lin's lips twitched violently. He silently turned his head away, completely unwilling to speak.

The self-introduction session ended quickly.

As soon as the class meeting ended, Shen Chang'an's phone vibrated in his pocket.

Upon opening the message, I saw it was from Zhao Haitang: Come to Beverly Hills.

......

An hour later, Shen Chang'an once again stepped into this prime residential area of ​​Shanghai, where land is incredibly valuable.

The old butler remained quietly waiting in front of the mansion, impeccably leading Shen Chang'an up to the office on the second floor.

Push open the heavy, solid wood carved door.

Shen Chang'an spotted Zhao Jin standing next to the large mahogany desk at a glance.

The once arrogant prodigy of the Zhao family was now standing there, feeling utterly humiliated. Several of her fractures were still bandaged, and the bruises on her beautiful, aloof face hadn't even completely faded.

Seeing Shen Chang'an enter, Zhao Jin gritted her teeth, snorted coldly, and turned her head away, her face clearly saying, "I'm very unhappy."

Zhao Haitang sat in a large leather office chair, toying with an expensive fountain pen in his hand. He watched the two men's reactions and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Student Shen is here, please have a seat."

Zhao Haitang pointed to the chair opposite him, "You two have become friends after a fight. The main reason I called you here today is to finalize the specific training plan for physical training."

Shen Chang'an sat down without any hesitation: "Boss Zhao can arrange it. I'm just doing my job for the money, and I can always find the time."

After several discussions, the schedule for this exorbitantly priced private coaching session, worth 50 million, was finally finalized:

Two classes per week, each lasting at least two hours.

One of them is always on Saturday night, while the other is arranged by the two of them according to their usual class schedules.

"no problem."

Shen Chang'an snapped his fingers and looked at Zhao Jin, who was full of resentment.

"Zhao, remember to wear clothes that are less likely to get dirty in class next time. I teach people with my fists."

Zhao Jin was trembling with anger. He was about to retort when Zhao Haitang stopped him with a faint look.

"Alright, the plan is settled then." Zhao Haitang put down her pen and waved to Zhao Jin. "Xiao Jin, you can go out first. I have some private matters to discuss with Shen."

Zhao Jin bit her lower lip, reluctantly turned around, and glared fiercely at Shen Chang'an before leaving the room, then slammed the door shut.