Even though this was the Freshman Welcoming Party, not a competition.
Some busybody students still made a ranking on the online forum, from the best performances to the worst.
The Ancient Poetry Recital was obviously the worst.
The only thing that could be considered the best was the Body Cultivation Department’s most real muscle collision, ‘♂ Wrestling ♂’.
Lin Jiaxin’s performance with guitar and singing could have originally been ranked as the best too.
After all, from the makeup and styling to the guitar accompaniment, everything was top-notch.
But the “rat-a-tat-tat” style rap at the beginning… was really too terrible.
It was like an evil archmage casting a spell on stage.
So, overall, she could only be ranked “above average.”
But even though it was just an “above average” ranking.
Lin Jiaxin’s popularity was far higher than everyone else’s.
After a night of fermentation.
The school forum and the school’s discussion board were almost entirely filled with discussions about her.
Everyone was asking the same thing:
Flying Dragon Venerable: [I’m asking! Does this freshman girl have a boyfriend?]
Rengar: [+1, I want her contact information!]
Sugar Bean Uzi: [If she were my girlfriend, I’d hum a tune in my sleep without even thinking about it!]
Weird Baby c: [+111, big brothers upstairs, take me with you. I actually don’t mind being the side piece…]
【Damn it, you bunch of brain-dead idiots!】
【Isn’t there a single normal person who appreciates my art?!】
Lin Jiaxin gritted her teeth and glared at the posts on the screen, then lightly raised her finger and reported these guys in the top-right corner.
She had been scrolling through here for a long time.
But most of the forum didn’t have a single comment evaluating her song adaptation.
It was all about her looks and outfit!
Bro, how repressed are you people?
Let’s not even mention whether your sister Xin, who was a bro for almost thirty years in her past life, is willing to fall in love with a man now.
Even if she changed her mind and wanted a boyfriend now.
She would only pick one!
And the administrators of this school’s discussion board are deadbeats too.
What kind of crap posts are these?
They should delete them quickly and push some posts praising her singing!
“Forget it! A bunch of idiots…”
Screw reading this! The more I read, the angrier I get!
Lin Jiaxin clenched her fist and stuffed her phone into her pocket.
Get up, go to class!
The wronged moderator: I wanted to push them, but there simply weren’t any😭…
…
Aside from the frustration from browsing the forum early in the morning.
Lin Jiaxin was pretty excited today.
After all, military training was over, which meant formal classes had officially started.
She could finally systematically study spells and martial techniques.
She could finally rely on her amazing talent to surpass everyone!
“Look, Lin Jiaxin is here… Why is she wearing that black hoodie again? Isn’t she hot?”
“Man, she definitely looked better last night.”
“Are you that dumb? She wore makeup last night, so of course she looks better now?”
Inside the classroom, others watched Lin Jiaxin walk in and couldn’t help whispering among themselves.
Especially Wu Jing, who had already been promoted to class monitor.
From the moment Lin Jiaxin stepped into the classroom, he stared at her without blinking.
He remembered Lin Jiaxin’s dark red dress from last night very clearly.
Or rather, he couldn’t forget it…
She was too beautiful… so beautiful that he couldn’t believe that the Lin Jiaxin who liked to trash-talk them during training, had a sharp tongue, and loved to show off endlessly, could be so stunning…
Every time he saw a photo of Lin Jiaxin from last night, his heart would go ‘thump’ ‘thump.’
But at the same time, he would also think back to the Strong Sister Lin Jiaxin from military training, who always ran ahead and turned back to shout, “You’re already tired? I haven’t even warmed up yet.”
The two faces overlapped, and he found that the latter one didn’t seem as annoying anymore.
But the sense of disconnect was just too overwhelming…
“What are you all staring at me for?”
Lin Jiaxin randomly picked a seat and sat down. Seeing that a bunch of people were still staring at her, she frowned.
But soon, as if she understood something, she had a sudden realization.
Then the corner of Lin Jiaxin’s mouth twisted upward, and she let out a soft snort as she smiled at the others.
“Oh, I get it… You’re afraid that my talent is too good and that I’ll surpass you too much, right?”
“Haha… after all, our physiques are different. It’s normal for you to have these concerns.”
While laughing loudly, Lin Jiaxin didn’t forget to pat the shoulder of the classmate sitting next to her.
Using a tone like an elder, she slowly said:
“But don’t be scared. We’re all classmates… Even if your sister Xin dominates you all, I’ll still take good care of you!”
“…”
Still the same old flavor.
Wu Jing withdrew his gaze expressionlessly.
Sure enough, he still couldn’t bring himself to truly like this person.
Why does a beautiful girl have to open her mouth?
Wouldn’t it be better to be a mute beauty!
The others were thinking the same thing.
The filter they had painstakingly built shattered in an instant.
Damn it, why did Lin Jiaxin have to open her mouth!
But before they could retaliate as usual.
The classroom door was pushed open again.
A middle-aged man in his forties walked in.
He wore a dark blue shirt that was a bit faded from washing, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and held a roster in one hand.
In his other hand, he carried an enamel teacup, the tea stains on the rim already caked.
He stood at the podium, and the classroom instantly fell silent.
An aura of an old teacher.
Just like a high school homeroom teacher, giving off a feeling of authority without anger.
“Hello, students of the Magic Cultivation Department.”
He placed his teacup on the podium and greeted them softly.
Then he picked up a piece of chalk and wrote three large characters on the blackboard in a flamboyant script:
Zhang Xuefeng.
“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zhang Xuefeng, and I’ll be your Cultivation Initiation Teacher for this semester.”
“I’ll be teaching both the Basic Spell Course and the Spiritual Energy Guidance Course this semester.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Jing, who was sitting in the front row, quickly stood up.
As if welcoming a high-ranking leader to preside over a meeting, he led the others in bursting into enthusiastic applause.
“Clap clap clap clap… crash crash crash—”
“Alright… hey, that’s enough.”
Seeing this, Teacher Zhang nodded in satisfaction, cleared his throat, and raised his hand, pressing it down.
Then he flipped open the roster, scanned it, looked up, and turned his gaze to the students:
“Before we officially start class, I want to talk about one thing first.”
“The general results from military training were summarized and sent to me yesterday.”
“There are three hundred and forty-two people in our major. Only three managed to comprehend the Cultivation Method on their own without any guidance.”
As he spoke, Teacher Zhang fixed his gaze on the window-side seat in the classroom.
Everyone froze and instinctively followed his gaze, turning their heads in unison in that direction.
Lin Jiaxin was lowering her head, fiddling with her watch strap. Suddenly, she felt the surrounding gazes converge on her.
She looked up in confusion, glanced left and right, and after confirming that everyone was indeed looking at her.
Lin Jiaxin seemed to realize something.
The corner of her mouth twisted upward again. She straightened up a little, lifted her chin, like a proud goose.
“Ah, there’s nothing I can do…”
Shaking her head while raising her chin, Lin Jiaxin spread her hands and spoke in a helpless tone, comforting the others:
“This is a matter of talent.”
“But don’t be too discouraged. Talent is something some people have, and some don’t. It’s normal…”
“If you don’t understand something in the future, you can come ask me. I’ll try my best to explain it in a way you can understand.”
Even though Lin Jiaxin’s expression was cocky, her tone was surprisingly sincere.
So sincere that a few classmates in the front row instinctively nodded.
Then, after nodding, they realized something was wrong, and their faces instantly darkened!
Damn it, she hasn’t even finished three sentences and she’s already starting to trash-talk us again!
“…”
Seeing this, Teacher Zhang opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping.
He had indeed known that Lin Jiaxin’s personality was a bit special.
When he received the student reports, the counselor had already given him a heads-up.
The exact words were: [This student has high talent, but you might need to be mentally prepared for her personality.]
Zhang Xuefeng thought that after being a teacher for almost twenty years, what kind of student hadn’t he seen?
Arrogant, cocky, weird, antisocial—every class had a few.
He thought Lin Jiaxin was just one of them.
But after witnessing it with his own eyes.
He realized he had been too conservative.
It was like someone telling you, “This chili pepper is a little spicy.”
You thought, how spicy could it be? Then you took a bite and immediately turned red, eating it, grabbing your ears, and buzzing.
In his more than two decades of teaching, this was the first time he had seen such a beautiful little girl with such an incredibly arrogant personality.
They hadn’t even announced who it was, and he hadn’t even started praising her yet.
And she was already proudly congratulating herself…
But… geniuses always have a bit of pride.
He didn’t think Lin Jiaxin’s personality was too outrageous.
If young people aren’t wild, are they still young people?
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