Today was the first day of school at No. 60 High School.
Oh, no, to be exact, it was the first day of school for all Foundation Establishment high schools across the country.
Huaxiu nation had always advocated the principle that nothing could be accomplished without rules. Thousands of years of cultural accumulation weren't just for show. Start school at a fixed time, attend morning classes, have a fixed lunch break, and leave school at a fixed time. Students had to wear school uniforms … these school rules, which had been written down in the history books for hundreds of years, were still intact.
While Wang Ling had been eating crispy noodle snacks last night, the school uniform had already been delivered to his house via space delivery.
The blue and white sports-style uniform was specially printed on the back of the uniform with the word "Elite" for the Elite Class …
Although he had already been mentally prepared, Wang Ling still couldn't help sucking in a cold breath at the style of the uniform.
He understood this principle.
It was normal to promote national culture after thousands of years of cultural accumulation … but couldn't they f * * king improve their aesthetic standards a little?! And what the hell was that "elite" character on the back of the uniform? The privilege of the elite class?
No matter how he looked at it, Wang Ling felt that the inspiration for this uniform had definitely been copied from the clothes and accessories of ancient prisoners on death row three thousand years ago, who usually had the word "death" printed on the front and back of their clothes.
It wasn't that there weren't any improvements. Almost all the pockets on the uniform were storage spaces, and the capacity was so large that it was almost inexhaustible. In a true sense, it was achieving the policy of reducing student burdens that Huaxiu's General Administration of Education had promulgated for thousands of years.
But obviously, this wasn't the main point.
For Wang Ling, the most important thing was how he was going to deal with this incomparably f * * ked up day.
Setting out from the Wang family's small villa in the urban-rural fringe, No. 60 High School was still a full ten thousand li away. Wang Ling practically turned into a gust of wind as he ran through the countryside streets. In less than two minutes, he had reached the school gate.
After all, he had traveled thirty thousand li to buy crispy noodle snacks as a child, so this ten thousand li journey was really too easy for Wang Ling. His face wasn't red and he wasn't out of breath.
Today was the first day of school, and Director Shi and several school leaders had personally come to the gate to welcome the new students.
Coincidentally, just as Wang Ling turned the corner, he heard them talking from a distance.
"I heard that a new student got an SSS rating yesterday?"
"Yes, Headmaster Chen. His name is Wang Ling, and he's currently been assigned to the elite class."
"So that's how it is … It seems like this student will have great achievements in the future. By the way, is this Student Wang Ling a boy or a girl? "Headmaster Chen asked.
"It's a male student."
Headmaster Chen had a look of pity on his face. "Sigh, male students nowadays are very perceptive. If this Classmate Wang Ling was a female student, I wouldn't mind calling her to my office and personally instructing her. "
The group of campus leaders, led by Dean Shi, all had a look of pity on their faces.
Wang Ling: "…"
Straightening his school uniform, Wang Ling walked through the school gate with a calm expression on his face. He bowed and saluted, and no one recognized him. The reason was very simple: on his mad dash to No. 60 High School, he had already used the Great Transfiguration Spell, one of the Three Thousand Magical Abilities.
The biggest difference between this and an ordinary disguise technique was that this magical power was so powerful that it could completely change one's appearance, fingerprints, and even DNA structure. No matter how advanced science and technology were, it was impossible to detect.
In contrast, the Great Transfiguration Spell, which was an ancient technique based on makeup, could be immediately detected by any electronic eye on the street and swiftly issued an alarm.
In this way, Wang Ling successfully evaded the gazes of the leaders at the school gate and successfully enrolled … Although the process had been a little difficult, Wang Ling felt that it had all been worth it.
For Wang Ling, all the cheers and applause were superfluous.
From a young age, what Wang Ling had hoped for the most was a quiet environment where he could study in peace. Unfortunately, these wishes had never been f * * king realized.
Some people said that when God closed a door, he would surely open a window.
But Wang Ling's situation was clearly even more bitter. Not only had God opened the door and window for him, he had also stirred up a violent sandstorm outside …
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Grade One, Class Three was located on the first floor of No. 60 High School's teaching building.
Geographically speaking, the front door of the classroom led to the women's restroom, and the back door led to the men's restroom. It was also the class closest to the school canteen. Every time the school released lunch, a group of elites could be seen raising their utensils high and quickly arriving at the battlefield. This was definitely an incomparably magnificent scene.
Schools nowadays were no longer the same as before, where there were fewer courses but a lot of class hours. Furthermore, they were strictly in line with the trends of the Cultivation Era. Not to mention physical and strength training, drawing talismans, making spirit water, controlling fire to refine pills and so on … basic courses like these alone took up his entire first year of high school.
The first year of high school was an important period of building one's foundation. Although Wang Ling had learned these things without a teacher in his mother's womb. However, he still had to pretend that he didn't know anything and obediently attend every class. Then, he would do his best to get an average score.
Every time Wang Ling thought of these trivial matters, he felt a twinge of pain in the ass.
Making friends had always been Wang Ling's weakness. No. 60 High School was divided into two elite classes, and there were fifteen students in his class.
After a morning of picking out the class leaders, Wang Ling could only remember a handful of names.
The first to bear the brunt was Lotus Sun, who had been elected class monitor with a unanimous vote. She was the Young Miss of Huaguo Water Curtain Group, at the late Foundation Establishment stage, and boasted of being a modern standard beauty. She did her best to create the impression that she was beautiful and graceful. She seemed perfect, but there were enough psychological dramas to weave a large-scale drama about family ethics that no one in Huaxiu nation had been able to write for five thousand years.
Second was Super Chen, the sports committee member. He was at the peak late Foundation Establishment stage and was one of the young powerhouses most likely to advance to the Golden Core stage. Born in an ancient martial arts family, he was also a muscular brother who was passionate about bodybuilding. He was probably the most energetic person in the whole school, and would always inexplicably become hot-blooded, leaving people with a stirring and tragic feeling.
Third was Hero Guo, the political science representative. At the late Foundation Establishment stage, his ancestors ran a pet shop, and in Hero Guo's great-grandfather's generation, they started a spirit beast business. He would often bring a parrot called Dopey with him to sing a two-man show. Sometimes he would criticize the evils of the times, and sometimes he would worry about the country and the people. He was known as the gossipy little genius of every class. People gave him the nickname — Master of Dopey.
Fourth was also the person Wang Ling was most wary of, Li Xuanjing. It sounded like a girl's name, but he was a rough man who was one hundred and ninety centimeters tall. Like his name, he was a man of few words, and was perhaps a fairly unremarkable presence in class. But the most important thing was that Wang Ling realized that his "Mind-Reading Ability" couldn't work on this person at all. He was completely unable to read this person's thoughts.
This was a very rare situation, and there were only two circumstances that could prevent Wang Ling from reading minds. The first was that he had a powerful magic weapon on him that blocked his spirit energy signal. The second was that he was simple enough and didn't have the slightest bit of scheming.
In any case, in Wang Ling's eyes, Li Xuanjing was a ticking time bomb that could explode at any time, and was very bad for hiding his identity.
In short, Wang Ling decided to be more vigilant against these four people.
At the end of class, the sound of laughter could be heard in class. Looking around at the noisy environment, Wang Ling couldn't help sighing in his heart. It really wasn't f * * king easy to hide his identity in this fiery environment.
Looking at the time, Wang Ling took out a book called One Talisman and One Seal Script from the space bag in his school uniform and put it on the table.
At that moment, the bell for class rang.
Less than a ten-thousandth of a second after the bell rang, a middle-aged woman with a ponytail and gold-rimmed glasses stormed through the door. She walked up to the dais and slammed down the blue register in her hands. "I was still in the office when I heard your voices all over the corridor! You're the school's elites, what's with all this noise? "
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