Additionally, with a contract with the Juxing Club and having resources for support, as long as one reaches the Eighth Rank Body Cultivation before the college entrance examination, it’s not impossible to get into the Three Heroic Academies.
"Song of Solomon, have you been to the Juxing Club? How was it, did you see Ye Xing? I’m a fan of his."
"Nonsense, Ye Xing is a main mber of the Juxing Team, how could he be in our Jiang City."
"Song of Solomon, how much was your signing fee? I heard you bought a house, where is it?"
Everyone surrounded Song of Solomon, continuously asking questions, so students even had a tone that suggested currying favor.
But as Lin Feng got closer, the originally lively atmosphere suddenly quieted, the air seed to freeze instantaneously.
Everyone turned around, looking at him with an unusual gaze, one that was mixed with: sympathy, disdain, schadenfreude, and pity.
Yes, pity.
Just like in the past life!
Lin Feng sighed in his heart!
The third-year class seven he was in, had about 600 people.
Because of the morning chat with Gao Hai, Lin Feng knew that only 83 people in their class could reach the Fifth Rank of Body Cultivation and participate in the Awakening Day.
Only 23 could refine a Demon Spirit and beco a Demon Spirit Master, aning roughly one in 30 students could beco a Demon Spirit Master, almost a one in thirty chance.
After all, Demon Spirit Masters are in the minority, those who didn’t succeed might feel so regret, but not to the extent of losing hope for the future.
In fact, many people have already clearly defined their future directions.
Those with poor martial arts talent but good school grades plan to beco ordinary white-collar workers or take the civil service exams in the future.
Those without martial arts talent and poor grades plan to do business and beco their own bosses in the future.
Those with martial arts talent but only average talents have their own career plans, becoming pharmacists, artifact refiners, or alchemists, and not being able to beco Demon Spirit Masters is no big deal to them.
But just because Lin Feng and Song of Solomon were in a relationship, when Song of Solomon beca a Demon Spirit Master, Lin Feng, who originally had excellent grades, beca synonymous with failure.
In Lin Feng’s mories, in his past life, the Seventh Grade Ice Heron refined by Song of Solomon brought about such pitiful gazes from classmates for three months.
For students, the most painful thing is not discrimination and ridicule, but pity.
He wasn’t missing an arm or a leg, what’s there to pity?
There are still three months until the college entrance exam!
Three months, ninety days!
Lin Feng can still vividly rember that back then, each day felt like a year, nothing interested him, and even the sky seed gray.
If classmates whispered and laughed, he would think they were talking about him; a casual glance felt loaded with mockery.
The once confident and optimistic him beca self-abased and sensitive.
Because when everyone thinks you are a failure, eventually, you will deny yourself.
In the previous life, Song of Solomon refined just a Seventh Grade Ice Heron, and now it’s the rare Eighth Grade Enchanting Butterfly, having joined the Juxing Club, it could be said she’s soared to the top.
Now, the pity is even stronger.
Fortunately, now he doesn’t care anymore.
Over the years, Lin Feng has forgotten his own place, but luckily, in the three years of high school, he was Gao Hai’s desk mate, and seeing Gao Hai sit down, he approached the seat beside him.
"Still feels like a dream...."
Sitting on the chair, looking at the youthful faces of the classmates around, their carefree laughter, Lin Feng felt a bit dazed for a mont.
How many tis had he dreamt of this scene in his midnight dreams, and now sitting here, it still feels a bit unbelievable.
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