Barrage said, I am the final villain in the game

"The freshman competition will be held on time?!"

When the class came to an end and Teacher Morris suddenly announced the news to the class, everyone was stunned.

In fact, the students here have already known about the freshman competition through their own channels after entering this college. Some of them think highly of themselves and are ready to give it a try, hoping to use their status as freshmen to knock down the old students.

But after the riots in the Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers happened two days ago, almost all the freshmen have honestly given up on this idea.

Because they had just come into contact with the sea of ​​imaginary numbers, the attraction brought by the endless mysterious knowledge made them unable to extricate themselves. Almost all the freshmen completely abandoned social activities in their spare time and immersed themselves in the sea of ​​knowledge, roaming freely.

Then, they encountered an unprecedented seaspout.

Then, the entire army was wiped out.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible for anyone to raise their confidence and want to have a try with Lao Sheng.

We haven’t even started learning yet, and we have only scratched the surface of what we have learned. How can we compare with the senior students who have been with us for a year?

The remaining time is only about three weeks, and it will take them a week to recover, so hit them on the head!

After a group of freshmen had an accident, the debate in the college over whether to postpone the freshman competition became polarized.

The deferral faction, represented by freshmen, strongly demands that the college treat students equally and not exclude freshmen from the tradition.

The maintenance faction on the old student side collectively applied to the college to maintain the original time to start the competition.

You have a reason when you are a new student, and people who are old and new also have it, but it is simpler and more crude.

"You freshmen are here to be beaten. It doesn't matter whether you have it or not."

"Are you angry? Then the freshman competition has achieved its purpose for the first-year students. Why push them?"

"You don't really think that if you are given an extra month or two, you will be able to get a high ranking, right?"

"..."

Compared with the senior students in the two grades, the freshmen in the first grade are still too young.

Whether it is the right to speak or the public opinion, they cannot compete with each other.

The freshmen are so angry!

Outside, they can still use their family background to suppress their opponents, but in the academy, who will take advantage of you?

Whose family doesn’t have many noble fathers?

Is your father's authority as great as mine?!

And when Teacher Morris announced to the class that the freshman competition would be held at the original time, all the students instantly withered.

They know that their struggles may be in vain, but when the facts are presented to them, these boys and girls around the age of thirteen or fourteen still find it difficult to accept it.

"Don't be sad, everyone." Teacher Morris clenched his fists, "When we reach second grade, we will give back everything they gave us!"

Someone weakly raised his hand and asked, "Are you going to let the third graders run away?"

"..."

Teacher Morris really wanted to tell them that there would be a final exam that the whole college would take part in, but that exam was a melee between the five departments, not a confrontation between grades.

"Ahem..." Morris reluctantly changed the subject, "Anyway, during this period... I suggest you go and watch the game."

"Don't be afraid of ridicule. That kind of pressure is too small compared to what you will encounter after leaving the academy. If you use it as your motivation to move forward, the benefits to you will be huge."

"Of course, it's okay if you don't go. Just treat it as a small vacation to relieve your depressed mood."

Morris spread his hands and looked around: "How you choose is up to you."

There was silence in the classroom.

Everyone has a lot of thoughts in their hearts, but they don’t know where to start.

Until a slight call broke the calm.

Lin En slowly raised his hand: "Teacher, are there only two options: watching the game or taking a vacation?"

As soon as these words came out, the impact in the classroom was far more eye-catching than a nightclub girl stripteasing in public.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the young man in the center of the classroom, and they were all surprised.

Besides watching the game and taking a vacation, we don’t have a choice, right?

Is it possible that you still survived the seaspout that could completely destroy a country?

Compared to the students, Morris' emotions were obviously better controlled, but his dry voice still revealed his disbelief.

"You mean... you want to participate?"

Lin En nodded slightly: "I'm a new student, so I should meet the requirements, right?"

"You were not affected by the seaspout?!"

Lin En only shook his head without explaining.

The super-large seaspout caused by the imaginary number of cats looks very threatening, but in fact... it is indeed very powerful.

Lin En fell into it, and in less than a second, he felt that his whole body was torn into pieces by the huge force brought by the sea dragon. The pain was far beyond what ordinary people could bear.

But fortunately, he is a related household.

At the moment when his spirit body was about to collapse, he was pulled back to the shore by the imaginary cat.

After calming down, Lin En took a short rest and immediately began to absorb the magic power from the sea of ​​imaginary numbers to repair himself.

In the sea of ​​imaginary numbers, spiritual bodies can be repaired by absorbing magic power. After all, they are all composed of magic power - but in the outside world, perhaps because it is one with the body, if the soul is damaged, it is completely irreversible.

Yes, not nearly!

After repairing himself, Lin En did not hesitate and continued to plunge into the vortex.

For ordinary people, after experiencing the pain that tears apart the soul, few would have the courage to do it again.

But Lin En continued to jump down without any hesitation.

What does a boy have to go through to grow into a man?

There is nothing but the burning pain of body and mind burning in flames.

Perhaps suffering is not the only way in life, and perhaps not everyone must experience setbacks in their growth, but such a person must not be the one standing on the top of the mountain, looking down at the world.

Lin En didn't want to, didn't want to, didn't want to be one of those insignificant sentient beings who was looked down upon.

He prefers to trample the majestic mountains under his feet.

The gains from pain are productive.

From being unable to stand at all at the beginning, to being able to hold on for half a second at the end, his growth in this short period of time can be seen with the naked eye!

Although he couldn't imprint [Mirror's Eye] on Bingbing's body yet, he believed that it would be a matter of time.

As long as you are willing to work hard, there is nothing you can't do!

Raising his head slightly, Linn looked at Teacher Morris and said calmly.

"I want to compete."

He didn't say, I want, but commanded, I want.

Morris stared into the young man's calm eyes, feeling slightly absent-minded for a moment.

At this time, Lin En fell in the eyes of other peers, maybe "a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and does not know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is." But in his opinion, this is...

"Young people are so energetic."

He smiled and said softly: "I will report your name."

"I can't help you much, nor can I give you some of the knowledge I have, but in the future, if you encounter any questions about magic, you can come and ask me."

He spread his hands and said, "I'm always here for you, even if it's late at night."

"Thank you, teacher." Lin En said her thanks with a smile.

"bite--"

"Okay, get out of class is over."

Teacher Morris was the first to leave the classroom.

After he left, in a classroom so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, Linn slowly stood up and left.

In the back row, the students looked at the back of this boy with a surname that was almost indistinguishable from "Devil" at the corner of the classroom outside the classroom door, feeling slightly distracted.

They could only be reduced to spectators, but the young Count Blaze did not hesitate to choose to participate in a competition that was almost impossible to win, and there was a high probability that he would become the only contestant.

When people find that the gap between people seems to be too huge, they will start to look at the target from a distance, ignore the target's flaws, and only notice the dazzling shine on it.

Among the students, some people murmured unconsciously.

"How do I feel, this beep..."

"Seems a bit handsome?"