Jiangnan Dao has a total of seven prefectures.
There are only five ditation cushions!
The young students present, while their eyes burned with intensity, also cast wary glances at each other.
Those who could co here were not fools; they were all quick-witted.
Clearly, the instructors provided only five cushions to force them into competing against each other.
There were twenty-nine people present competing for five cushions; the intensity could be imagined.
No one made the first move!
Because the instructors hadn’t said that those who got the cushions couldn’t be challenged, which ant that those who got them first might be besieged by others.
Leaving so strength in reserve and waiting to reap the benefits after their struggle is the smartest way.
For a mont, there was silence in the field!
But the next mont, a figure appeared from not far away, rushing straight towards the cushions.
"It’s Senior Brother Lin!"
Shen Ge saw and recognized the figure, whispering softly.
"I want a cushion!"
Lin Chen stood on one of the cushions, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.
When he arrived, he happened to see the five cushions fall and also heard what the middle-aged man said.
Although he still didn’t know what the score was, there was no doubt it was a good thing.
And thinking of the last words of Senior Zhao — when you need to be domineering, be domineering — he walked towards the cushion without hesitation.
Otherwise, with his temperant, he would never have been the first to stand out.
Who is this person?
Lin Chen was the first to stand on a cushion, sparking curiosity among the others present, but no one hurried to make a move against him.
There was still a long ti until the incense stick burned out, and there were still four cushions.
Just as Lin Chen stepped onto the cushion, another young man stepped out from the crowd, lightly tapping his right foot and landing swiftly like an eagle on the second cushion.
The young talents from the various prefectures, all had their own pride.
They hesitated to step onto the cushions for fear of being targeted, but once soone took the lead, they naturally didn’t want to be outdone.
One, two...
In just a few breaths, the five cushions had all been claid.
And those who had stepped onto the cushions were now keenly watching Lin Chen and the other four, pondering which cushion to seize.
However, what the middle-aged man said next threw all their calculations off.
"Those who failed to get on a cushion are eliminated this round!"
What!
Everyone looked at the middle-aged man in shock; hadn’t he said they had ti until the incense burned out? Why were they suddenly eliminated?
Seeing the discontent on these young faces, Min Huanbo sneered, "Without the courage to seize a cushion, what are you if not useless? And the useless still expect to get a score?"
Min Huanbo showed no rcy in his words, and on a peak on the right side of the valley, Xue Yun and two other n were also watching the scene from the trees.
"Instructor Min’s words are as sharp as ever."
"Those who co here are talents from each prefecture, inherently proud. Instructor Min is here to grind away their pride; didn’t the three of us also go through this?"
Xue Yun sighs, recalling the rebuke from several instructors when he first ca, almost doubting himself.
Was he really useless?
Was he really an idiot?
It wasn’t until later that he understood that each batch of students went through this, that in the eyes of these instructors, none were not considered useless idiots.
"If the instructors ever stop scolding people like this, that would be even stranger." The man beside him remarked.
"Perhaps we truly aren’t talented enough. Maybe there are students who can win the praise of the instructors?" Xue Yun half-joked, thinking about a scene from two days prior.
The man beside him, hearing this, smirked, "If there’s really a student who gets praised by the instructors, I’ll call him Senior Brother."
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Min Huanbo’s gaze fell on Lin Chen and the others, finally resting on Lin Chen: "Lin Chen, daring to be the first to step on the cushion, shows good courage."
Seeing the smile on Min Huanbo’s face, the other students didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just because Lin Chen stepped on the cushion first that he earned the instructor’s approval.
However, Xue Yun and the other two observing in the shadows were taken aback.
"Senior Brother Du, I rember in our batch, you were the first to step on a cushion, right? What did the instructor say at that ti?"
Du Yong gritted his teeth and said, "You have so courage for a fool, but do you really have confidence in your skills too?"
This line from the instructor still stuck in his mory.
Although he now understood that the instructor’s words then were ant to break their pride and ignite their fighting spirit, he bore no grudge against the instructor.
But that’s under the condition that the instructor treats everyone equally!
This was the first ti he’d seen Instructor Min smile at a new student and speak encouragingly.
Xue Yun looked at Senior Brother Du’s expression, sighing internally. The reason he ntioned the possibility of a student winning the instructors’ praise wasn’t a re jest; it was linked to the commotion made by Junior Brother Lin two days prior.
Senior Zhao personally fetching him, the presence of several instructors...
What kind of treatnt had any other student received like this?
Now it proves his judgnt was correct; it wasn’t that the instructors couldn’t speak kindly, but rather that no one else had managed to bring out this kind deanor from them.
"Maybe Instructor Min has had so good news lately, making him unusually cheerful," he joked.
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