5. Chapter 5 Better to bully a white man than to bully a young man into poverty.5
"But... I'm not good enough for her, and she won't pay attention to me." Mu Bai said in despair.
"Don't be stupid, tonight is your last chance. I heard that her grades have reached the entrance standards of Tianlong Soul Fighting Academy. If you miss tonight, you will regret it for the rest of your life." Lande said.
"I'll give it a try." Mubai said without even giving up hope himself.
Lande said: "Brother, this time I was admitted to the Orsay Soul Fighting Academy, one of the five major soul fighting academies in the empire. What are your plans in the future?"
When Mu Bai heard the word 'brother' in Lande's mouth, he felt warm in his heart and said with a smile: "Lande, then I want to congratulate you. I originally wanted to continue practicing for another year next year, but my father
If he didn’t agree, he asked me to learn blacksmithing from him and become a blacksmith in the future.”
Rande sighed: "No matter what others say about you, Mu Bai, I will always believe that you are the best. Even if you cannot be a soul fighting master, I believe that you must have higher talents in other aspects."
A bitter smile appeared on Mubai's lips, and he said: "My good brother, now that you are gone, I don't know when I will see you again. I am very reluctant to part with you."
Rande smiled and said: "Isn't there a saying that there is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever? When I graduate from the academy, I will come back to see you."
The two chatted and laughed all the way, and soon arrived at the Glen Trainee Soul Fighting Master Academy.
There are a total of five grades in the college, and each grade has only one class of students. The teaching system of the probationary college is not as standardized as that of the senior college. All students from different professions study in the same class, but are taught by different teachers.
Class 1 of fifth grade, this class that Mu Bai loves and hates at the same time. What he loves is that he has had too many dreams here, but what he hates is that no one here respects his personality.
In the spacious classroom, the lights are bright and a variety of exquisite food and wine are displayed.
The students, wearing professional attire representing their status as soul fighting masters, were walking back and forth among the crowd, chatting happily. Moxi, Dadari and two other middle-aged teachers were also busy in the classroom responding to the students' greetings.
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"Lande, why did you come so late? Oh, why did you bring this trash?" When a student wearing a white warrior robe saw Mu Bai behind Rande, he was startled for a moment, quite surprised.