Chu Yu walked out of the arch with a book in his arms.

No people were brought into the crowd.

Instead, I stood on the top of the rockery and let the breeze blow my hair.

Yu Sheng and the 140th class freshmen, according to their qualifications, stood at the end and watched silently.

Of course, those people in every corner do not count.

them...

In terms of name, he may no longer be considered a student of the Mo Academy.

Even if the Mo Academy admits it, they do not recognize it in their own hearts.

In their hearts, they are only worthy of standing in the corner of no one, looking at the ceremony from afar.

I saw it countless times in my dreams, and I wish I could replace it with me... graduation ceremony.

Even, they can give their lives for this.

but...

The graduation ceremony year after year, one by one, one familiar or another, is just... not belonging to them.

At this point, all the teachers and students of the Mo College were here.

Anyone who is alive is without exception.

At this moment...

All the honors belong to those who are about to climb the high platform and leave from now on.

Only...our own pride.

From a young man to a young man, in the best years of life...

The biggest affirmation.

In the sky, from the principal to the director, he still floated in the air, like a god of war coming to the world.

It exudes its own magnificent energy indulges.

"Mo Academy has been established for 140 years so far!"

“Total graduates, 563 people!”

"today..."

"The 140th graduate, Su Mo, Bai Yu!"

"I have been enrolling for many years and have been walking along the way. We are so honored!"

"Wish...the way forward..."

"I don't regret this life!"

"Mo Academy..."

"Respect it!!!"

Accompanied by the principal's sonorous voice, in the distance...

A young man, wearing a white Confucian shirt, held a folding fan in his hand, and walked slowly with a smile.

In the eyes of everyone, I stepped on the stone steps of the high platform.

Step by step... Step by step...

Finally reached the peak of the platform.

"Su Mo!"

"Five years of admission, four-weave Yunxun."

"135th class, freshman competition champion."

"Kill 125 cultists, 84 wanted criminals, three people entered the demon realm, and killed 362 monsters."

"Climb the Demon-Shenguan Pass, thirty-six days!"

"today..."

"Six Awakenings, Graduate!"

The vice principal wore his reading glasses and told Su Mo about his merits.

That was just a string of cold numbers, and I don’t know how many blood and tears it contained.

Don't know...

How much did Su Mo pay for this?

How many have you witnessed?

When he climbed the platform, he looked around and wherever he saw, the people who entered school together and fought...

None of them are gone.

This is an honor.

Similarly, it is also a loneliness.

Su Mo stood on this high platform in silence, originally thinking about how to pretend.

But when he really stands here.

Looking at the envious, expectant, and curious eyes.

Those tender faces look very much like the one I used to be.

For a moment...

Su Mo's eyes were a little rosy.

Own...

It turns out he is also a member of the audience.

But at the beginning, he had classmates, brothers, and unrestrained teachers...

There are countless ideals and ambitions.

I even simply fantasized that one day, I would stand on this platform with all my classmates and enjoy the eyes of others!

but...

He watched it offstage for one year, two years, three years, four years...

The high platform will always be there.

But the fewer and fewer comrades standing beside him.

Even the teacher who is not in tune with his own, who always thinks about how to oppress them every day, has left forever.

Until that fourth year...

I am the only one, go up and look up.

I remembered my ambition again and couldn't help but want to tell me that at the moment I turned around, I was empty.

Now, he finally stood on the platform.

Just like what I imagined back then, it was just... it was another scenery and another emotion.

Among the crowd...

The newcomers are still walking together and can't help but whispering something to each other.

All that is revealed in the eyes is curiosity.

The second-year student was a little silent, but looking at the platform, he was still looking forward to it.

After that...

A lonely third-year student who was scattered and had no choice but to be silent.

As for those who are scattered in the farthest corner, trying to hide themselves in the dark...

Take a deep breath.

Su Mo clenched his fists hard.

"Mo Academy!"

"The 135th class, mentor Meng Dong, squad leader Fan Zhe, classmates Qi Ming, Yao Xinxue, Li Wei...Su Mo!"

"All staff report!"

"Graduated today!"

Su Mo's voice was a little trembling, and his hands were clenched with force were a little pale.

But he tried hard to keep his tone calm.
To be continued...