Tang Wulin, you have already chosen your own death!

Even if we don't talk about dancing in the sky.

The freshmen in Class 3 also have their own goals.

Everyone passed!

There are a total of 33 groups, and no one will be left behind.

In a freshman class, the number of groups usually fluctuates around thirty.

But Zhou Yi's class was an exception.

Their class only has twenty groups.

In just three months, the old hag laid off a third of her staff.

Even Du Weilun, the head of the teaching department, couldn't hold back any longer. After a barrage of persuasion and a warning of dismissal, Zhou Yi finally stopped her madness.

"Hmph, his class's college entrance rate is definitely higher than Wu Changkong's class!"

Zhou Yi thought viciously.

Immediately, his gaze swept over the students sitting upright in the classroom.

She snorted coldly.

"The first group: Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, and Xiao Xiao!"

As soon as he finished speaking...

Huo Yuhao frowned and looked at the absent-minded figure with short pink and blue hair in the distance.

Wang Dong glanced at him disdainfully.

Click!

Huo Yuhao clenched his fists, his hands turned white, and his eyes were cold and menacing, as if he wanted to devour someone.

just wait.

Those who look down on me.

This freshman assessment will absolutely surprise you!

Let me tell you what it means to "never underestimate a young person's potential"!

Wang Dong, however, was speechless.

Being in the same group as this burden will definitely drag down his grades.

What he cares about now is when Tang Wulin will reconcile with him...

You bastard!

Idiot!

asshole!

Damn it!!!

Why aren't you ignoring me? What's wrong with acknowledging me?

Wang Dong didn't realize that his mind was filled with Tang Wulin.

Even though I hate this person so much.

Zhou Yi announced the group assignments on stage.

He felt another gaze upon him.

So Wang Dong turned his head to look.

A petite girl, with delicate features, not particularly beautiful, but pleasing to the eye.

She didn't look at Huo Yuhao, but at the handsome Wang Dong.

The two locked eyes.

The little girl even waved hello.

Is this Xiao Xiao?

Why does it look so familiar?

Wang Dong suddenly remembered something and his face turned bright red.

This is the same time when he was first enrolled, and Tang Wulin beat him up and took him to the infirmary, where he was teased.

Was that the girl whispering beside me, "What a tragic couple"?

Ouch!

What amazing people are in his team!

Wang Dong was distressed.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Class 3, Freshmen, Shrek Square.

They are conducting final live-fire drills.

The two students standing at the very back were still Wu Feng and Tang Wulin, who were the strongest in terms of individual strength.

Tang Wulin manipulated the Blue Silver Grass, without releasing super-standard soul skills like Pale Discipline or Myriad Manifestations.

He didn't even unleash the Golden Dragon King's bloodline soul skill.

He was simply using the simplest of techniques, the Entangling Array and the Blue Silver Spike Array, that Jin Yu had originally given him, to deal with Wu Feng.

Even so, Wu Feng was no match for Tang Wulin.

Dragon Fire!

Dragon's Wrath!

Wu Feng instantly unleashed two soul skills, not wanting to delay, and wanted to defeat Tang Wulin in one fell swoop!

Tang Wulin, however, used the Ghost Shadow Step to engage in close combat, dodging and weaving.

Wu Feng was completely fooled.

The paralyzing effect of the Blue Silver Spikes array made her extremely uncomfortable.

Initially, the dragon flames brought by the Red Dragon Martial Soul could turn the Blue Silver Grass into ashes.

However, the Blue Silver Grass that devoured the Pale King "Faust" mutated itself, acquiring some of Faust's resistance.

Later, Wu Feng was panting heavily, his soul power being consumed more and more.

Blue Silver Grass was no longer afraid of being burned.

Blue and silver like a whip!

clap clap clap!

Several sharp explosions rang out.

The blue silver grass lashed at Wu Feng's hot, delicate body, tearing off the black leather coat she was wearing!

The leather jacket ripped open, revealing the fair and delicate skin beneath.

His skin was ripped open and red marks were visible.

Wu Feng winced in pain and let out a soft moan.

Tang Wulin seized this opportunity.

Suddenly release Blue Silver Grass!

A massive amount of Blue Silver Grass swarmed forward like sticky tentacles!

Seeing this, Wu Feng extracted the last bit of soul power from his body and burned a large area of ​​Blue Silver Grass.

But in the end, it couldn't hold on any longer.

Wrists, ankles, rounded thighs, and arms were tightly bound and restrained by tentacled blue silver grass.

Long, strong legs were forcibly spread apart.

Both hands were forced upwards as if compelled.

Her buttocks were slightly upturned.

Because of the Beast Martial Soul possessing him, Wu Feng, despite his young age, had developed a fuller chest.

He made a rather embarrassing gesture.

Her cheeks burned, and she turned her head away.

She felt like a puppet, being manipulated by Tang Wulin.

This kind of loss has happened many times already.

Wu Feng never won a single time.

Wu Feng's tone was firm, but it carried a hint of grievance.

"I give up, quick... quick, put me down."

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"I give up, quick... quick, put me down."

A hint of annoyance and embarrassment appeared on Wu Feng's cold and stern face, and she hurriedly admitted defeat.

Tang Wulin was not one to make things difficult for people.

They put her down directly from mid-air.

The smooth, tentacle-like blue silver grass loosened from Wu Feng's delicate body, turning into specks of blue fluorescence that merged into her body.

Wu Feng fell to the ground with a thud.

She scanned her surroundings.

Seeing that only Ning Tian was there, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Feng Mei, are you alright?" Ning Tian walked up with a smile.

He draped a coat over her shoulders.

Feeling Ning Tian's encouraging gaze, Wu Feng felt a little guilty.

She agreed to Ning Tian's request.

I need to get closer to Tang Wulin.

As a result, the other party completely ignored her!

For the past three months, Wu Feng had been trying to get close to her, only to be met with complete indifference.

Although Tang Wulin didn't say anything and maintained a polite and refined attitude, he would never cross the line; he was just an ordinary classmate.

Ning Tian didn't seem to care.

These things can't be forced; just take it slow.

She stroked Wu Feng's head and comforted her, "It's alright, Feng-mei."

Looking at Ning Tian's face.

Wu Feng's morbid possessiveness then came into play.

She bit her lip tightly; she wanted to be with Ning Tian!

She looked at Tang Wulin with a stubborn expression.

Tang Wulin did not look at Ning Tian and Wu Feng.

He sat there, lost in thought, seemingly pondering something.

Not long after.

Having completed the final practical training, the freshman period has come to an end. Next up is the most brutal freshman assessment!