I'm Going Crazy Because I Can't Contract With The Heroic Spirit.

From the cafeteria in the North Campus, we can see how much the school values ​​Yu Lingsheng.

Not only are there a dozen different food windows, but the prices are almost at cost.

The environment, tables and chairs are also clean and hygienic.

The most important thing is that there are very few people eating, so there is basically no need to queue.

Thinking about it, the number of soul-controlling students is almost one in ten. On average, there are only seven or eight hundred people in a section. The number of soul-controlling masters produced from them is only about seventy in each session.

In order to ensure the quality of teaching, the average number of people in a spiritual class will be around twenty.

A grade is also divided into three classes.

Naturally, there weren't many people in the cafeteria.

After eating and drinking, Chen Ming walked around half of the campus and then came to the teaching area.

In the teaching area, there are a total of six teaching buildings.

At first glance, Chen Ming didn't notice anything unusual.

Think about it again, there are only six classes and six teaching buildings for Yulingsheng in the second and third year of high school, which means that each class is equipped with a seven-story teaching building...

Compared with ordinary students, let alone one building, there are at least three or four classes on one floor, with thirty or forty people in each class...

After comparing before and after, Chen Ming felt the difference in the world, and couldn't help but take a breath: "Is this special meow the special treatment of Yu Lingsheng? It's awesome."

However, based on his observation of the North Campus, although the school treats Yu Lingsheng very well, it is not blindly extravagant and wasteful.

Yu Lingsheng's teaching configuration is so exaggerated. There must be a corresponding reason, but it is currently unknown.

At about one o'clock, Chen Ming walked into the classroom of Grade 1 Yu Ling, a sophomore in high school.

The classroom is about the size of an ordinary classroom, with more than twenty tables and chairs.

At this time, many people were already sitting in the classroom in twos and threes, chatting with people around them, or playing with their mobile phones.

It can be seen that everyone is in a good and excited mood.

Most of the seats had been divided up in the morning, but fortunately there was still a good seat left for Chen Ming.

The back row is by the window, Wang’s hometown.

"Hello, classmate, did the teacher say anything important during the class meeting this morning?" Chen Ming patted the boy in the seat in front of him.

The boy in the front row turned his head. His name was Wang Hou. He was not tall and had natural curly hair and freckles, making him easily identifiable.

The prince replied: "Oh, it's nothing, just introduce yourself and play icebreaker games."

Chen Ming made an "ok" gesture: "3q."

After about ten minutes, a total of twenty-one people in the class arrived.

However, it was not until the minute hand of the clock on the wall reached "6" that the class teacher and Yuling teacher arrived at the right time.

As soon as the main teacher appeared, Chen Ming felt a "powerful aura" envelope the entire class.

The visitor is 1.85 meters tall, has a chic Allen-style braided hair, and looks and build comparable to a male model.

But the most slutty thing is that in this summer, he is wearing plump trousers and a long black leather windbreaker!

You know, the temperature in Ningshui City is now rising to 30 degrees every day!

The male teacher in the windbreaker obviously didn't care about this. He walked in with brisk steps, and with an inadvertent glance, the girls' eyes were filled with love.

Chen Ming: "......"

Well, it looks like the teenage love story of the boys in the class is over before their fantasy even begins.

He had to admit that this person left a deep impression on him, and he was only half a point inferior to him in terms of appearance.

The man in the windbreaker entered the room elegantly and wrote two big characters "Tracer" on the clean blackboard.

This is his name.

"Okay, I believe that after the ice-breaking activity in the morning, everyone should have a certain understanding of each other and me.

However, because our classmate Chen didn't come here this morning because he had something to do, I will be a little wordy.

My name is Tracer, you can call me teacher, old class, homeroom teacher, or Brother Hunter or Brother Kong, it doesn’t matter. We just do it casually. "

Clearly, Tracer is a free-spirited and eclectic person.

But in fact, he was actually from the military.

Tracer: "The number of our class this time is actually slightly less than in previous years, with a total of sixty-two. But having said that, our class is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. A piece of news we got not long ago really put the I was shocked."

"Warm reminder: Don't drink water later, so as not to squirt out."

As he spoke, he smiled and made a gesture to Chen Ming: "Classmate Chen, come up and introduce you and your heroic spirit. I believe... everyone will be eye-opening."

"OK."

Seeing Teacher Tracer's solemn behavior, the students below couldn't help but start discussing in twos and threes.

"It's not a particularly powerful heroic spirit, is it? An elite level? Or even a heroic level like Guangcheng?"

"Isn't it possible? In our whole school, only Brother Cheng and Jiang Xue from the next class have awakened heroic spirits. Just this makes the principal happy to death. It's normal that there were none in previous years."

"It may not be a hero level, but it may be a particularly powerful or special heroic spirit."

Obviously, the students still have brains, or in other words, they are all normal people.

There is no such thing as someone who "looks disdainful and says, oh, he must be some really rubbish heroic spirit, and he doesn't even dare to come in the morning," and then sits back and waits to be slapped in the face.

The Guangcheng they mentioned was a boy sitting in the front row wearing black-rimmed glasses. He looked ordinary and nothing special.

Listening to their discussion, Chen Ming thought to himself that even if they guessed tomorrow, they wouldn't be able to guess who it was.

"Ahem. Hello, classmates. My name is Chen Ming. My heroic spirit is also named Chen Ming."

"...?"

Everyone was stunned, not understanding what he was talking about.

Heroic spirits can be passed down with stories, so they usually have "names" corresponding to them. When placed in the Book of Heroic Spirits, it is the "title".

A dynasty in Cangming Realm has thousands of years of history, and there are countless heroes in it. Who would know who you are if you tell me your name?

If his name can be recognized by outsiders, it will already prove that this heroic spirit is indeed extraordinary.

As a student's junior soul master, 90% of the heroic spirits produced by the contract are of "ordinary" quality, a few are "talented", and a very few geniuses are "heroic" heroic spirits.

Therefore, in order to make their heroic spirits appear more powerful, everyone tacitly adopts the title of heroic spirit.

For example, reporting a name like "Iron-Blooded Swordsman", although it is only an ordinary level, is still better than reporting a name like "Li Da", right?

But at this time, someone actually reported their name instead of their number when reporting as a heroic spirit?

Who does he think his heroic spirit is? Does everyone else need to know?

Just when everyone was laughing at him secretly, Guangcheng in the front row was stunned.

Chen Ming, this name was very familiar to him.

Two days ago, because of his heroic spirit, he had just read all the information and records about "Chen Ming" from the Internet.

It can be said that he knows "Chen Ming" better than anyone present.

So...it shouldn't be...that he's really the one in the legend, right?