Zhiling City, Xihe Street.

The sun just rose and many people were gathered on the street. On the contrary, the small vendors who usually set up stalls on the street seemed to have made an appointment, and none of them showed up today.

Residents near Xihe Street have become accustomed to this day: the annual day for registration for the Zhiling District Soul Conference.

The Zhiling District Dianpo Point Conference has only one condition limit on the registration personnel: it must be the student status of the college. Although the college does not have mandatory regulations on the age of students, most of them are teenage men and women under the age of 20. At this time, from the street to the end of the street, there are full of vibrant faces.

Many people have come here last night and have been waiting here for a whole night, and are still looking forward with great energy. For too many people, the Soul Conference is enough to change their life trajectory. Those who are unknown may become famous in the mainland because of this; those who are despised may be highly watched. Being an official, making money, having stronger power, standing at the peak of life... may become a reality.

But the first thing to do is: win, keep winning.

Competition is cruel.

According to the list of points and souls set up by the Point Conference, there are only fifty in total. Now, just as the sun is rising, the people gathered on the streets can be judged by thousands of people. This is just the beginning. Registration for the Point Conference lasts for three days. There are no less than ten thousand students coming to register every year.

There is no threshold, only identity. Such easy registration conditions allow many lower-grade students from the college to come and join in the fun. The newborn calf fearlessly signs with life and death statements written.

At this time, there were not a few minutes before the registration was started. On the specially set up registration platform in Xihe Plaza, all kinds of things were ready. Finally, the ones moved to the stage were baskets of light and soul-skinned waist cards.

Each dot and soul waist card has an exclusive number. After getting the waist card, it officially becomes a member of the dot and soul conference. Hopefully, it will be completely ignited at this moment.

Time is counting down, and all the teenagers are already staring wide, looking forward to that moment. It seems that a starting line has been set in front of them. From this moment on, they are already competing and running.

The people responsible for registering on the stage have already settled down one by one. The time has not yet come, but the "start" has been uploaded from the stage.

The sound is not loud and there is no incitement, but it is very clear, and it spreads from the street to the end of the street, ensuring that everyone on this street can hear it.

Those who abide by time did not react at all at this time, but more people immediately rushed to the stage.

Power, speed. This is just registration, which has been shown. Many people are hit and almost fallen, but the people on the stage just watched calmly, without any intention of maintaining order.

Soon, a quick-witted boy was the first to fall on the registration platform.

"I, sign up!" he said proudly.

The first registration has no practical significance, it is just a beautiful lottery. He is willing to fight for this. He stood silently for a day and night in this street, and he was waiting for this moment.

Because he wants to be the first.

From the beginning of registration, you must be the first place until you win the first place in the Soul List.

And now, he has a perfect start.

"College, name." The person sitting in front of him seemed to be unable to feel his excitement and joy at all, and asked without raising his head.

Bang!

A dull sound.

Strongly, the sound of the fist hitting the body.

The boy who was quick to win the first place flew out, and the young man who rushed up was not tall but very strong, punched him away with one punch.

"Cangkong Academy, Zhao Gang!" He answered the question just now in front of him.

The person in charge of the registration still did not look up, as if he had not heard the sound of the fist, as if he didn't know that the first young man who rushed to the stage had been beaten away.

Cangkong Academy, Zhao Gang.

He immediately recorded the name, then took out one from the whole basket of waist cards beside him, took a look, and threw it in front of Zhao Gang.

2921. He wrote behind Zhao Gang's name.

Zhao Gang, who successfully got the waist card, also saw the number 2921 on the back of the waist card.

"Why not!" he asked, somewhat angry.

"Who told you that it would be one?" The person in charge of the registration in front of him finally raised his head and finally glanced at the person in front of him, but his eyes quickly passed him around and soon fell behind Zhao Gang and rushed to the stage.

"College, name." He still said so, Zhao Gang had become air in front of him.

"I am the first to sign up, of course I should be number one!" Zhao Gang may not be so persistent about the number one on this number, but the other party's indifference made him extremely unhappy. He was in Cangkong Academy, which was the famous number one. This time he made a special trip to Zhiling City in Zhiling District to attend the Soul Conference...

Bang!

A dull sound.

It was very similar to the sound I made before, and it was also strong, with the sound of my fist hitting my body.

Zhao Gang couldn't even finish his thoughts, and his body flew out. He didn't even know where the punch came out or who made it. He flew out of the registration platform, then fell to the ground, and fell into dust, but his left hand had subconsciously covered his pain right shoulder. Then he saw the young man who had been knocked away by his punch before, just now, just in the same position as him, covering the same part.

The attack locations are completely consistent, and the distances of the bombing are also completely consistent. If this punch is not intentional, who believes it?

"Who is it?" Zhao Gang stood up angrily from the ground. His ability to resist hits looked quite good.

On the stage, a girl in red was standing in front of the registration stage.

Everyone looked at Zhao Gang here and then at the girl on the stage.

"Zaifeng Academy, Su Tang." The girl was talking, without even looking at Zhao Gang.

It was this thin little girl who punched him away? Zhao Gang couldn't believe it, but he looked at the expressions of the others. It seemed that it was true. Although the emotions in their eyes were different, at least they told him the same thing. The one who punched him away was this little girl.

The same standard waist tag was thrown in front of Su Tang. She picked it up and asked, "Can you sign up for someone else?"

"No." The person opposite still answered without raising his head.

Su Tang showed a regretful look, turned around and shook his head at some point among the crowd below, and then walked down from the side of the registration desk.

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Chapter completed!