Calm.
Who else but me.
It was clearly just an ordinary look, but Lei Ming saw so many things.
It's just like when he was a student in those years, the sparkle in the eyes of those top scholar tyrants.
"Alright, I believe you."
"However, our academy has a limited number of challenge quotas each year. If more than ten people register, a simple test will be conducted to determine the top ten."
"Alright."
"May I ask, how many have registered now?"
Lei Ming smiled, with a hint of smugness on his otherwise intimidating face, "Including you, exactly eleven."
"So, at two o'clock in the afternoon, please come to the school Performance Martial Arena for quota selection, Lu Lin."
"Alright, thanks a lot."
Lu Lin clasped his fists in salute to Lei Ming, then turned and left without looking at the other students.
In his eyes, these people were merely passers-by in life.
Just like when he was in High School, Lu Lin wouldn't exchange words idly with classmates.
