"Tenth year! They don't like us, the 7th grade, and used bullying the girls from Class-B to provoke us... "When Ling Lan heard Luo Lang's report, she knew that this was definitely a deliberate attempt by the 10th grade to intimidate them.
"Tenth grade … Boss Lan, you are indeed the boss. I, Wu Jiong, am completely convinced by you!" Wu Jiong had initially thought that it would just be a grand armed melee with the 8th graders, but who would have thought that Ling Lan would challenge the highest level of difficulty, directly going head-to-head with the strongest 10th graders? Wu Jiong was thoroughly convinced by her courage.
"Wu Jiong, I've heard that there are very few people in Class-B who have undergone a mental mutation. Even in Class-A, there are less than half of them who don't have any obvious effects?" Ling Lan changed the topic.
Wu Jiong's mood was somewhat downcast. "Yes, in these past few years, the students' spiritual mutations have been becoming fewer and fewer. If they still haven't mutated before the age of 16, they will probably lose the possibility of operating mecha..." Even if a person without a spiritual mutation could operate mecha, they would still not be able to break through to intermediate mecha warrior level. Thus, even if they applied to the various major military academies after the age of 16, the schools would not accept these children into the mecha classes.
"Sometimes, cruel battles can make people break through and evolve... the grand armed melee is an opportunity." Ling Lan vaguely pointed out the reason why she wanted to engage in a grand armed melee.
Wu Jiong's eyes lit up, even more impressed by Ling Lan. He immediately thumped his chest and said, "Boss Lan, don't worry. I will inform all of our classmates in the special classes..."
Wu Jiong was very popular in the grade, and he was on good terms with all the teams. Therefore, whenever the students in the grade had any problems, they would usually ask Wu Jiong for help. Only when Wu Jiong was powerless would they cautiously ask Ling Lan for help.
There was nothing they could do about it. Although Ling Lan was never angry, her cold face and indifferent eyes made them not dare to approach her. Actually, the older a child was, the more they could sense the difference in strength. Ling Lan's strength was clearly out of the scope of a normal scout student, causing them to involuntarily feel pressured. In fact, they even felt that facing Ling Lan was more terrifying than facing the instructors.
This was also the reason why Ling Lan wanted Wu Jiong to inform his classmates. Who asked him to be so popular? Of course, other than Wu Jiong's contact number, Ling Lan did not have anyone else's. She had no way of contacting them even if she wanted to.
After settling everything, Ling Lan left the virtual world. She switched to her flywheel and quickly left the villa.
Ling Lan had just risen into the air on her hoverboard when she saw quite a few students from the Class-A dormitory flying out on their hoverboards after receiving the notice.
"Boss Lan!" Everyone stopped what they were doing and greeted her with reverence. If one were to say that Zilong was the number one fighter of class 4738, and Wu Jiong was the pillar of strength, then Ling Lan would be the stabilizing force of their grade. With her around, they were clearly filled with confidence.
"Yes, everyone is here?" Ling Lan stopped her flywheel and hovered in the air. In less than a minute, more than thirty students gathered around her.
"It's about time. Some people have already left," one of the students said. "There are still a few on their way."
"Then let's go!" Ling Lan said calmly. Then, gas spurted out from the propellers on both sides of the flywheel, and it activated in an instant, flying towards the canteen of the advanced district.
"Let's go!" The students behind her shouted, and the thirty or so people all stepped onto their flywheels and followed Ling Lan into the air above the academy.
At this moment, in the large cafeteria of the Academy's high class area, a group of fifteen or sixteen year old red-clothed youths were either standing, sitting, leaning or leaning, seemingly encircling a certain area. A certain person who was closer to the center was sitting casually on a chair. Opposite him stood a red-clothed youth who was slightly younger than them. Behind him, however, stood several boys and girls of the same age as him, both in red and white.
"What, Zilong? You want to take responsibility for this matter?" sneered one of the tenth grade Class-A students beside him.
Zilong grinned widely, revealing a mellow smile, and said, "Senior, no matter how this happened, now that you've hit and scolded, shouldn't you stop now?" Zilong wasn't afraid, but if the commotion continued and they really got into a fight, the female students of Class-B would definitely be injured. He had stepped in to stop them, not wanting to see them get hurt in the first place.
"Zilong, how dare you! You actually dare to speak to your senior in such a tone? "That person was so provoked by Zilong's bone-deep words that he jumped up and scolded loudly.
"Senior, you're thinking too much!" A mocking smile appeared on Zilong's lips. At this time, how could he not see that the other had intended to blow the matter up, wanting to give them, the new 7th grade students in the advanced district, a show of strength!
"Zilong! You … "Zilong's attitude infuriated the 10th grade students. Was this still a new student in the advanced district? Thinking back to when they had first arrived, when they had been bullied by the 10th grade seniors, their attitudes had been extremely respectful and subservient. How was it that when it was their turn, they had actually met with such an arrogant prick?
"Zilong, don't be too arrogant! Even though you're the number one of the 7th grade, in our eyes, you're nothing … "said the leader with a dark expression," If we want to play with you, it's like playing with a pitiful little bug … know what's good for you, and kneel down and apologise! "
"Kneel!"
"Kneel!"
"Kneel!"
One cry after another rang out, echoing throughout the entire school canteen. The 10th grade students were already united against a common enemy, all of them pressuring the 7th grade led by Zilong.
All of the 8th and 9th grade students huddled in a corner, not daring to make a sound. This was a scene that happened every year, a show of strength by the 10th grade students in the advanced district to the 7th grade students for the first time. This was just the beginning. When the other 7th grade students appeared, they would also receive this kind of treatment … When they were in the 7th grade, they had also experienced it before, and that feeling was absolutely unbearable. But this was the advanced district. Whoever had the biggest fist would be the one to speak!
Here, there were no teachers to interfere in this kind of suppression and conflict. It should be said that those who had entered the advanced district were already students who could graduate. The academy had already taught them everything that needed to be taught, and the road ahead was up to the students themselves to grasp. Thus, this place had become a small adult world, a world where only strength mattered and not reason mattered. This was also why every year, there would be cases of the 10th grade bullying the 7th grade. Because it had already become a kind of black inheritance. The humiliation they had suffered back then was now to be repaid by the juniors.
Thus, even if the 7th grade students were originally geniuses of the intermediate district, in the advanced district, they would first learn to tuck their tails between their legs and walk!
"Hehehehe … kneel? My boss told me that a man can only die standing, and not live kneeling! "The smile on Zilong's face disappeared. He could back down, but he could not lose his pride and dignity.
"Since that's the case, I'd like to see just how tough your bones are, Zilong!" The moment the 10th grade leader said this, seven or eight people stepped out from the canteen, rubbing their fists and rubbing their palms, ready to gang up on Zilong.
Seeing this, Zilong immediately went into a defensive stance, and huffed coldly, "I also want to know just how much power you seniors have, to be able to make me, Zilong, submit …"
"That's right, I, Luo Lang, also want to see!" Luo Lang knew that there was no way to delay this any longer, so he also stepped forward to stand beside Zilong. He raised his fists, ready to go all out with these people.
Han Xuya clenched her fists and said loudly, "Me too, dammit, I'm not afraid of these bastards!" She despised men who bullied women and the weak the most. These 10th grade seniors were doing both — she hated them to the core.
Faced with this kind of situation, Luo Chao's face paled slightly in fear, but she held on firmly to the injured female classmate beside her, not retreating a single step. She would never forget what Boss Lan had said to her — you can be afraid, you can panic, but you can't run away!
"What an arrogant fellow. Just a 7th grade top student, and he thinks this academy is his world?" The 10th grade students began to clamor. The more they saw this kind of backbone, the more they wanted to destroy it. They had not been able to do it back then, so what right did these 7th graders have to do it?
"Teach him a lesson!"
"Teach him a lesson!"
"Teach him a lesson!"
The 10th grade students all wanted to take the 7th grade down a notch, and the entire canteen instantly fell into a wave of voices calling for him to be taught a lesson.
"Since the 10th grade seniors want to teach us 7th graders a lesson so much, then we 7th graders will accept it!" A cold voice rang out from the main entrance.
Zilong turned his head in pleasant surprise. Seeing the familiar figure leading the group, he shouted loudly, "Boss, you're here!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh! A large group of red-uniformed students rushed in from the entrance, and the one leading them was none other than Ling Lan!
Seeing so many 7th graders appear all of a sudden, the expression of the 10th grade leader changed slightly. "Could it be that you 7th graders want to rebel?"
"Rebel? In my eyes, you all are not qualified for us to use this term! " Ling Lan's words caused an uproar among the 10th grade students. Hells, each of these 7th graders was more arrogant than the last — it looked like they had no choice but to be taught a good lesson.
"Since you all want to fight so badly, as you wish, we 7th graders will propose a grand armed melee to you 10th graders!"
"Grand armed melee?" The 10th grade student was somewhat confused, but then he suddenly thought of something and screamed in terror, "You all are crazy!"
He glanced at the number of people around Ling Lan and instantly breathed a sigh of relief. "No, you all can't possibly successfully propose a grand armed melee. With just the few of you, it's impossible …"
A grand armed melee required the approval of 95% of the 100 Special Class-A and Class-B students in the grade to pass.
"That's right, we're officially proposing a grand armed melee to you 10th graders!" Another voice rang out from behind Ling Lan. It turned out that Wu Jiong had also rushed over with a group of students, most of whom were Class-B students dressed in white.
Wu Jiong had arrived late because he had been contacting the people of Class-B. A grand armed melee required the approval of 95% of the Special Class-A and Class-B students in order to pass. Thus, after some discussion, Wu Jiong had finally reached an agreement with the Class-B team.
"You all are crazy, crazy!" The 10th grade students' faces were filled with terror. They had wanted to show off their strength to the 7th graders, but they definitely did not want to start that terrifying grand armed melee — that would mean death.
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