A Million Possible

The graduation ceremony was placed on the large square of the college, facing the gate.

Cheng Lin changed into the student uniform, and then, like an ordinary student, stepped on the bell and walked into the crowd.

"Boom...boom..."

In the square, there was a surging crowd. The weather today was very good, cloudless, and the temperature rose a little. Some people were depressed, but most of them were excited and happy.

Different from the students who had exchanged vacations in the Shueisha, most of the more than two thousand people in this year were locked in the academy and could not go out. At first, there were several explorations, but later they disappeared.

After graduating, everyone went their separate ways, just like a bird who finally broke out of the cage, still couldn't hold back the joy in his heart.

"Cheng Lin! Here!" As he walked, he suddenly heard the call. It was Huabei. In the crowd, he raised his hand high and waved his handkerchief, looking in a very good mood.

"Here." Cheng Lin smiled and walked over, chatting and laughing with the people beside him, probably because his smile was very gentle, and some nearby students who had been in awe of Cheng Lin because of the change of status were also slow. Slowly adapt.

More than 20 classes, more than two thousand cultivators.

They were divided into various areas and gathered together. After that, Cheng Lin saw Shen Shanjing and Vice President Kong giving speeches separately. This is always inevitable. Before, the academy also came to him and wanted Cheng Lin to say something too. But he was pushed off by him.

This kind of thing... he still doesn't like it very much.

Besides, what did you say? It’s not necessary to read the speech. Say words of encouragement?

I'm talking about this in the same class as everyone. Although I can't pick out the problem from Realm, it will inevitably make some students feel unhappy.

Especially... Externally, the reason why I have such a fast progress is because of the so-called "inheritance."

Therefore, Cheng Lin also rejected these, which made Vice President Kong quite regretful, but did not say anything.

As for Huang Yin, she was still stranded in the province and did not come.

"...Our Ninth Academy is not a traditional education institution. Compared with words and rumors, we prefer to teach by example. Although the half-year study is over, this is just the beginning of your practice. Okay, so be it."

On the stage, Shen Shanjing's tall figure was still as strong as a mountain, but it fell in Cheng Lin's eyes. Compared with the scene where he first saw the chief executive in the "Sand City" projection, it was a lot more embarrassing.

"Don't move everyone, line up in order..."

The speech was over, but the matter was not over. Each class walked towards a huge stone that was polished into the shape of a mountain and covered with red silk.

This is a newly-added project. In the future, every graduate will engrave the name of own and place it in the college as a souvenir.

Everyone is very positive about this design.

Only Cheng Lin stood in the crowd, his eyebrows crowded a little bit.

"Cheng Lin, let's go, what are you in a daze?" Hua Bei pushed him with a soft hand. Unlike the members of Shueisha, Hua Bei always called him by his name. At this time, it was his turn. , The crowd began to surging.

"Ah... it's nothing..." Cheng Lin regained consciousness, then followed the crowd forward.

Soon, it was his turn.

"Knife." The counselor stood in front of "Mountain Peak" and handed him a knife.

Cheng Lin took it in a daze, and saw that the stone wall was already full of dense names, only the middle, the most conspicuous place was sparse.

He looked over, and all the names of Cultivation Base were engraved there, which was probably a kind of "tacit understanding", and there was a blank space in the center, which was obviously left to him.

"It's fine to engrave it." The counselor saw Cheng Lin holding the knife still, and couldn't help urging, but due to his identity, this "urging" was more like a reminder.

"Okay." Cheng Lin nodded, and walked over with a slightly erratic expression.

Picking up the carving knife, his arm almost mechanically engraved own's name, but his brows became more frowning.

He didn't get over his head until the knife was handed over to the next person.

"What's the matter with you?" Hua Bei hurried over after engraving his name. He stretched out his hand and touched Cheng Lin's forehead, jokingly, "Can you feel uncomfortable even if you are so strong? I always feel that you are not in good spirits. ."

"It's okay," Cheng Lin squeezed out a gentle smile, and then almost murmured, "It's just... I always feel that I seem to have forgotten something..."

"It's important?"

"I don't know, it doesn't feel so important..." Cheng Lin shook his head, and immediately stopped thinking about it, leaving this idea behind.

At this moment, on the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, the icon of the deduction program APP flashed a crimson on the screen that didn't know when it turned on, and then disappeared.

The screen went black again, as if nothing had changed.

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...

Soon, more than two thousand names were engraved on the stone wall, which looked spectacular.

Next, which is the last item, everyone lined up and walked out along the road leading to the gate.

On both sides of the avenue, there are already some more immature and younger faces, which are transported from various cities in Liao Province. The next year of students, graduation day, is also their school day.

This has become the "tradition" of the Ninth Academy.

In the face of countless admiration or longing gazes, more than two thousand people couldn't help but straighten their chests and release their own Cultivation Base breath, drifting into the clouds.

Cheng Lin suppressed himself, but released the Cultivation Base, which was about mid-rank, and walked outside.

Suddenly, I heard a crisp voice shouting beside the road: "Sun Xiao! Sun Xiao! Brother!"

That was Sun Xiaohan, who was a lot taller, wearing a white down jacket, pulling a classmate beside him, who also came from Ningcheng's subsidiary, was shouting to this side.

In the queue, Sun Xiao rolled his eyes fiercely and ignored him, but his footsteps became more and more proud.

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After leaving the hospital, we boarded the bus, and then everyone was taken to the provincial station, and then they left.

The baggage was sent away in advance through the college's special car.

So, don't delay anything.

Of course, it’s not that rush. There is no need to "go to work" immediately. The Bureau still gives everyone a holiday so that they can go home and spend time with their families. Of course, the holiday is not long and can only take a proper rest.

Cheng Lin thought for a while. There is no need to rush to take up the post on the special management department. He just came back from the capital, and he didn’t bother to run back so quickly. Ning Cheng... his own house was evacuated and there was no need to go back. He simply chose Stay in the provincial capital for a few days.

"Open a room in the hotel and take a few days off. It's a holiday."

Sitting in the bus, Cheng Lin glanced at the time, and then suddenly sighed: "This is going to be New Year's Eve."

The bright sunshine outside the car window was shining on his face, and it was warm, as if it foretells that everything will go well next year.

In fact, it seems to be the case.

Everything is so beautiful, so beautiful that makes people feel unreal.

The world situation is stable, the spiritual world development is on the right track, my own business is successful, my father returned safely from overseas, and my friends each have a good home...

"If this is a story, then here is probably a happy ending." Cheng Lin thought silently, then rubbed his eyebrows, suddenly felt very sleepy, closed his eyes and fell asleep in the bumps.

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