Urban Demon Slayer

While walking to the playground, although He Jun said nothing, he saw Wang Qianchen and Wei Zihua talking, laughing and fighting. As he was playing around, he felt indescribable envy in his heart. Although he came from a famous family like Qingcheng Mountain, he was really not doing very well. He had no friends in the mountains, and no one looked up to him. I had never experienced this before. This smell of friendship.

He couldn't help but think to himself: "Even if Wang Qianchen is not the great person he imagined, it would be nice to be friends with him. At least he won't be so lonely."

As the broadcast continued to remind more and more recruits walking out, Wei Zihua suddenly pursed his lips, pointed forward with his chin and said: "Did you see that, that is Du Hong, walking with his nostrils pointing to the sky, no Are you from Mount Putuo, and you don’t know what you are so arrogant about?”

Wang Qianchen followed Wei Zihua's gaze and saw a tall figure walking through the crowd. His face was indeed full of arrogance. He didn't take the people next to him seriously at all, let alone the people next to him.

When he met his fellow disciples, he didn't even lower his head.

Wang Qianchen could see clearly that several monks wearing the same clothes as Du Hong were ready to greet him, but Du Hong didn't even look at them, looking arrogant.

"Are you people from famous families so aloof?" Although he felt that He Jun was a little taciturn and his attitude was a little different from when he first entered the dormitory, Wang Qianchen still made a joke with him in an attempt to close the distance between them.

He Jun pondered for a moment and said: "Being from a famous family, your mentality will definitely be different, but most people will not be so straightforward. After all, it is a humanistic society. Even if everyone hides pride in their hearts, they will not show it on their faces. Come out... Those who can look like him are either very strong and don't need to make concessions with others, or they don't have enough brains and don't understand interpersonal communication at all... Look at the respectful attitude of other monks in Mount Putuo when they see him. , it should be the former.”

"What about the former? I see him

I just don’t have enough brains to count! "Wei Zihua let out a loud "poof". As a roommate, he was deeply affected by this. When he thought about how he helped make the bed so shamelessly before, he wanted to slap himself twice.

No matter what the reason was, Wang Qianchen consciously put Du Hong out of the camp that could help him, and he did not want his fate to be involved with such a person!

Regardless of whether he is a friend or a brother, his shoulders must be of equal height. No matter how strong he is, Wang Qianchen will not consider him. Who wants to serve such an old man?

Of course, having said that, Wang Qianchen was still very excited when he thought that he could meet partners who could help him in the initial training camp. He kept looking left and right, trying to figure out who would be involved in his destiny.

However, there are too many people in the initial training camp. In previous years, there were at least a few hundred people. This year, because Song Chongjian taught classes in person, the number of people was approaching a thousand. Trying to find a few partners among them was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Fortunately, Zhou Junxian said

, even if they don’t search for it deliberately, they will intersect with themselves. This is something that no one can change.

Thinking of this, Wang Qianchen felt a little more at ease, so he could wait slowly.

Not long after, a few people came to the playground, where the host had already been set up. On the stage, the recruit meeting has not officially started yet, the crowd is in twos and threes, and the place is noisy.

After another ten minutes, several people walked to the main house. On the banquet, one of them had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and no anger. He was Song Chongjian, the commander-in-chief of "Demon Slayer". Wang Qianchen had met him before at the Zhezhe Car Wash in Luzhou City, and the two of them had made an appointment next time. We went to eat donkey meat pancakes together, but we never had the chance to meet again.

Standing next to Song Chongjian was a woman in her early thirties, with a gentle complexion and elegant makeup. She looked like the sister next door. After hearing the discussion of the people next to her, she realized that she was Si Yao, the deputy commander-in-chief of [Demon Slayer].

As for the other people, they are also high-ranking members of [Demon Slayer], and each of them exudes a tyrannical aura.

, people naturally have a feeling of looking up.

The scene finally became quiet.

Song Chongjian sat in the main seat. On the stage, he first tried the microphone by saying "Hey, hey" twice, and then began to speak in an orderly manner. There is no leader who is not nagging, especially on occasions like the recruit conference. He talks openly, first introducing the history of [Demon Slayer], then describing the glory and pride of this job, and then Then he said that all the recruits are good talents selected from various places. They must cherish this training opportunity and strive to pass the assessment in one go.

Although everyone yawned loudly, because Song Chongjian was the idol in the hearts of all demon-slayers, everyone still listened patiently, knowing that this was a cutscene, and if they cooperated and finished it, everything would be fine.

But at this moment, an inappropriate voice sounded from the crowd: "It's over, we're not here to listen to your ramblings."

"Who?!" Song Chongjian immediately frowned and glanced downwards with his sharp eyes.

(End of chapter)