Today was the day of the Eastsea Academy's promotion match finals.
Grade One Class Five, the dark horse, was set to face the traditional powerhouse, Grade One Class One. The entire stadium was packed, and the stands were buzzing with excitement.
Students gathered in groups of three or five, discussing the highly anticipated match, and the air was thick with tension and expectation.
"I can't believe Fifth Class made it all the way to the finals. It's incredible!"
"I think First Class might be in for a fall this time."
"That's not necessarily true. First Class has three Spirit Grandmasters!"
Amidst the lively discussions, Wu Changkong led the Fifth Class students onto the field.
His long blue hair shimmered in the sunlight, and his dark green eyes were deep and cold. He exuded an aura that warned others to keep their distance.
Wu Changkong's appearance immediately caused a stir in the stands.
Behind him were Fang Yang, Gu Yue, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie.
Each of them looked serious and ready for battle.
"Wu Lin, you can do it!"
A clear, melodious female voice came from the front row of the stands.
Tang Wulin looked over and saw Senior Ouyang Zixin waving vigorously at him.
She had tied her hair into a neat ponytail today, and the ends bounced cheerfully with her movements. She looked especially radiant in the sunlight, with an encouraging smile on her face.
"Senior…"
Tang Wulin's face immediately turned red to his ears. He awkwardly waved back, but his voice became firm: "We will definitely do our best!"
Fang Yang, standing in the team, keenly noticed that Gu Yue beside him was unusually quiet today.
Gu Yue, who was usually lively and cheerful, had been exceptionally silent since they gathered in the morning, not even willing to give him a glance.
"Does Gu Yue not want me anymore?"
This thought flashed through Fang Yang's mind.
Fang Yang's heart tightened, and he carefully leaned closer: "Gu Yue, are you alright?"
"Mm."
Gu Yue responded coldly, her gaze still fixed straight ahead.
Fang Yang's ominous premonition spread through his heart. He tentatively asked: "Gu Yue, did I do something wrong?"
"Someone, what good deed did you do yesterday?" Gu Yue finally turned her head, dangerous light flickering in her black eyes.
Her voice was calm, but it sent a chill from Fang Yang's feet straight up his spine.
Fang Yang instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and the scene of him and Xu Xiaoyan yesterday flashed through his mind.
He was secretly alarmed: "Gu Yue… how did she know?"
This thought made fine beads of sweat appear on his forehead.
"This… that…"
Fang Yang stammered, unable to form a complete sentence under Gu Yue's sharp gaze.
Just then, the scheming frog kept touching his belly.
Fang Yang instantly became Sherlock Holmes: "There's an internal spy! Someone must have ratted me out!"
His gaze quickly swept across his teammates. The usually honest, simple, and憨厚 Tang Wulin?
Unlikely. That left only one possibility…
"Xie Xie!"
Fang Yang suddenly stepped forward, revealing a meaningful smile to Xie Xie, "After the match, we'll have a 'good chat'."
Xie Xie froze, cold sweat immediately breaking out on his forehead. He stammered, "Uh… actually, after the match, I have something urgent…"
Tang Wulin, standing nearby, couldn't help but snicker. He knew that Xie Xie, who couldn't keep a secret, would sooner or later mess things up.
Gu Yue also slowly approached, her voice icy, "Xie Xie, I heard you're very good at 'gathering intelligence'?"
Xie Xie retreated, on the verge of tears, "I'm just being kind and getting no reward! It's clearly you guys who…"
"You told me, and I'm very happy."
Gu Yue interrupted him, the cold glint in her eyes intensifying, "What I'm not happy about is that you told me the truth."
"What the heck?!"
Xie Xie was completely stunned, standing rooted to the spot, at a loss. He only then realized that he might have offended two people at once.
Subsequently, Ye Yingluo, the homeroom teacher of Grade One Class One, led her student team into the arena.
She was Ye Yingrong's older sister, the same Ye Yingluo who had been mercilessly rejected by Wu Changkong. Although many years had passed, that past remained an unhealed wound in her heart.
Ye Yingluo nodded to her sister, but her gaze was unconsciously drawn to the person opposite. Seeing Wu Changkong, her eyes held a complex expression.
Behind her were three main team members, each with unique characteristics.
These were the elite students of Grade One Class One, hailed as Eastsea Academy's strongest freshman class in many years.
Walking at the very front were three male students. On the left was Wei Xiaofeng.
In the center was a tall young man. Compared to Wei Xiaofeng's arrogance, he appeared very steady, with a maturity that was rare for someone his age.
On his other side was an extremely thin male student, as if he were just a skeleton.
His eyes were somewhat cold, and his entire body seemed to exude a dark aura, so much so that no students followed closely behind him, as if no one wanted to approach him.
Both sides gathered on either side of the competition stage, awaiting the start of the promotion match.
Wu Changkong seemed to sense the gaze cast from the opposite side and subconsciously looked up. When he saw that it was Ye Yingluo, his dark green eyes remained calm and unruffled.
The moment Ye Yingluo met Wu Changkong's gaze, she reflexively straightened her back and unconsciously adjusted her collar.
She wanted to present her most perfect side, to make the man who had once rejected her regret it.
However…
Wu Changkong's gaze made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
That gaze swept over her without a moment's pause, as if looking at nothing more than an ordinary ornament.
That utter disregard was even more unbearable than the rejection itself.
"Bastard!"
Ye Yingluo gritted her teeth in her heart, "So many years have passed, and you're still so arrogant!"
"Yangzi, teach them a harsh lesson for me." Ye Yingluo turned around and instructed the steady young man behind her.
"Teacher, don't worry, we'll definitely beat them down!" Yangzi nodded, clenching his fists, his face full of confidence.
"We're all two-ring Spirit Masters, are we afraid of them? Don't worry, Teacher!" Wei Xiaofeng echoed arrogantly.
"Good, Teacher looks forward to your performance!" Ye Yingluo nodded in satisfaction.
"Quiet, the match is about to begin!"
Just then, Dean Long Hengxu walked onto the high platform and began speaking into the spirit tool microphone.
"Teacher Wu, how many will Grade One Class Five be sending out today?"
Since Grade One Class Five was the challenger, the number of participants was decided by Fifth Class.
Wu Changkong was about to announce the number of participants when Gu Yue suddenly said, "Teacher Wu, I'm not in good form today. Please let Tang Wulin and Xie Xie go."
Ultimately, Fifth Class sent Fang Yang, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie to compete.
First Class, personally selected by Ye Yingluo, also sent out their three strongest students.
The match was about to begin, with both sides poised on either side of the arena. This battle, which would determine class honor, was on the verge of breaking out.
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