On the first day of school, the campus gate was bustling, with parents driving students to register.
Bai Maomao dragged his small suitcase, striding forward.
His stunningly beautiful face was as cold as ice, so much so that people coming his way instinctively parted to the sides.
Lang Junxian twitched the corner of his mouth and followed behind, dragging two suitcases.
A Mu didn’t come along for registration, saying it was to train the cub’s survival skills.
She sent him onto the car and went back to the hotel.
However, Bai Maomao still saw A Mu secretly wiping her tears, so he was in a terribly bad mood the whole way.
He stormed over to the registration desk.
The homeroom teacher was a chubby old man, always smiling like the Mile Buddha.
Bai Maomao handed over his admission notice.
The old man held it far away, squinting at it for a while, then suddenly understood, “So you’re Bai Hongyuan, the one with the Danmu Linggen?”
Bai Maomao nodded, still expressionless and unhappy.
“Good-looking young man, do your best.”
The old man grinned and tore off half the notice, handing the other half to Bai Maomao.
“Dormitory number 502. Hurry up and settle in.”
Bai Maomao thanked him, turned, and walked toward the Wuji Yuan.
Lang Junxian hadn’t finished his registration yet.
When Lang Junxian finished his registration and received his dorm number, the two of them dragged their suitcases straight to the dorms.
Bai Maomao’s dorm was 502, and Lang Junxian’s was 503, right next door.
They arrived early, so both dorms were empty.
By the time they finished organizing their rooms, it was already noon.
Bai Maomao’s little mood finally calmed down.
Just as his stomach started growling, he pulled Lang Junxian along to the cafeteria for lunch.
The cafeteria wasn’t far from the dorms, and it was lunchtime, so all the cooks were enthusiastically promoting their dishes.
Bai Maomao
dragged Lang Junxian around the cafeteria, torn between the braised pork rice and spicy hotpot.
The two food stalls were side by side.
Bai Maomao stood in the middle, peeking left and right.
Lang Junxian knew his nature well, patted his head, and said, “Go sit at the table. I’ll buy the food.”
Bai Maomao obediently sat down, his small eyes fixed longingly on Lang Junxian’s figure.
Lang Junxian, thinking of their big appetites, simply bought two portions of each and brought them over.
Bai Maomao’s black eyes sparkled as he looked at the food in Lang Junxian’s hands.
“Eat, if it’s not enough I’ll get more.”
Bai Maomao nodded, broke apart his chopsticks, and began to eat quickly yet elegantly.
Su Yao had taught them well since childhood.
Even though Bai Maomao had a big appetite, his table manners were always impeccable.
Coupled with his beautiful face, he was simply pleasing to the eye, attracting glances from the girls at the next table.
Bai Maomao was completely unaware, fully absorbed in the food.
But there are always people who like to cause trouble during meals.
“Who’s Lang Junxian?”
A group surrounded Bai Maomao and company, and the leader spoke up.
Bai Maomao’s hand paused as he picked up a dish, silently looking at Lang Junxian.
Lang Junxian gave him a reassuring look, so he calmly continued eating.
Lang Junxian put down his chopsticks and slowly wiped his hands clean.
“That’s me.”
“Something you want?”
The leader looked down at him.
“Heard you’re this year’s genius with the single Thunder Spiritual Root?”
“You flatter me.”
Lang Junxian neatly folded his napkin and placed it on the table.
“Don’t be so smug.”
A yellow-haired guy next to him reached out, trying to flip the table.
Bai Maomao moved like lightning, grabbing his hand in a vice grip, his tone icy, “What do you want?”
“Gong wants to make friends with Lang Xiansheng,” Yellow-hair gave an awkward laugh.
He tried to pull his hand back but couldn’t, secretly surprised—this person looked delicate, but had such strength.
Bai Maomao lifted his eyelids and gave him a cool glance, replying neither warmly nor coldly, “Not interested.”
With that, he let go of Yellow-hair’s hand, pulled out a napkin to wipe his mouth, and said to Lang Junxian, “Let’s go.”
Lang Junxian nodded and stood up to leave.
The people beside them silently blocked the exit, “The Gong Family’s young master wants to meet Lang Xiansheng, why rush off?”
Bai Maomao’s mood, already ruined by the meal interruption, got even worse as these people blocked their way.
“Move.”
A chill radiated from Bai Maomao.
“You……………”
Before he could finish, Bai Maomao grabbed the man in front of him by the collar, lifted him up, and set him aside.
“Let’s go.”
Bai Maomao clapped his hands, turned, and pulled Lang Junxian back to the dorm.
Lang Junxian politely smiled at the person who’d been moved aside, letting Bai Maomao lead him out.
Others: A beautiful boy suddenly turns into a powerhouse, wah!
The cafeteria incident was just a minor episode.
Neither of them took it to heart, because military training was about to start.
Military training lasted a month, held in the mountains behind the school, split into two parts: basic training and wilderness survival.
Basic training mainly built up the Xinsheng’s physical fitness.
Cultivators’ bodies were much stronger than ordinary people, but the difference between cultivators themselves could be vast.
So, from the start, the training was intense.
After half a month of basic training, once the students adapted, came the final wilderness survival test.
The test took place in a Xiao Dongtian, an ancient spatial artifact handed down from antiquity.
Inside were many Yaoshou and Yaozhi, all low-level and low-intelligence, perfect for the Xinsheng’s survival assessment.
Bai Maomao and Lang Junxian were in different colleges, so they naturally weren’t together during training.
Once on the field, they split up and headed to their respective colleges.
The Yaoli Yuan students had mostly arrived.
Bai Maomao, being tall, automatically stood in the back row.
Just as he settled in, someone poked him from behind, “Hey, you’re Bai Hongyuan?”
Bai Maomao looked at him in confusion.
The guy behind grinned, “I’m Mo Qin, your roommate.”
“Hello.”
Bai Maomao nodded at him.
Mo Qin continued in a low voice, “Did you hear? After training, there’ll be a Mudi Kao.”
“Mudi Kao?”
Bai Maomao was puzzled, but his face remained habitually expressionless, coldly looking at Mo Qin.
Mo Qin shuddered, “Bro, can you change that expression? It’s creepy.”
“Oh.”
Bai Maomao blinked innocently, “Xiao Hei doesn’t allow me to smile at others.”
“Ding ling ling~”
The bell for military training rang.
The Jiao Guan blew his whistle and shouted, “Attention!”
The two hurriedly stopped talking and stood at attention.
A whistle marked the tense beginning of training.
These students were all cultivators, and the instructors weren’t ordinary people either.
As soon as training started, the instructor led them on a 10,000-meter run to warm up.
With Lingli circulating in their bodies, cultivators shouldn’t have much trouble with such a long run, but the students’ physical fitness just wasn’t up to par.
Halfway through the marathon, people started to slow down one by one.
Bai Maomao led the way, running at a steady pace up front.
Mo Qin followed behind, panting heavily, still trying to chat, “Bro, why aren’t you out of breath?”
“I’m not tired.”
Bai Maomao glanced sideways at him, disliking the sweat all over his head, and quietly put some distance between them.
Mo Qin didn’t seem to mind and caught up, “With your stamina, you could’ve gone to Wuji Yuan. Why did you end up in Yaoli Yuan?”
“School assigned me.”
At the mention of this, Bai Maomao’s mood soured, his voice turning eight degrees colder.
Mo Qin clicked his tongue, “With your abilities, being in Yaoli Yuan is such a waste.”
“…………”
Bai Maomao was hit right in his sore spot and no longer wanted to talk.
He sped up, leaving Mo Qin behind.
After the 10,000 meters, more than half of Yaoli Yuan’s students collapsed.
The rest were gasping like cattle.
Bai Maomao didn’t even break a sweat, quietly standing off to the side.
The rest of Yaoli Yuan looked at him with starry eyes.
Male god!
“Good stamina, kid,” the Jiao Guan patted his shoulder and grinned at Bai Maomao, his white teeth somehow unnerving.
The classmates sprawled on the ground looked at Bai Maomao with both sympathy and a bit of schadenfreude.
This year’s Jiao Guan was rumored to be the strictest yet.
Now that Bai Maomao had caught his eye, he was in for it.
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