Chapter 9 Two first-level teammates
"If you beg me, I might be able to team up with your handsome young man."
"How was it?"
Ma Xiaotao responded without any hesitation: "If I beg you, can you really team up with Beibei?"
This time, it was Ling Luochen's turn to be surprised.
"It's unbelievable that the first time you begged me, it was for a man."
"But, it's a little late to beg me now."
"Whoever asked you to start at noon has disappeared."
"Dai Yueheng came to me at noon and said that he had broken through to the soul level. The White Tiger Duke's Palace also sent a tiger-like soul beast with a thousand years of cultivation."
"I want to form a team with me and compete with the squad leader."
"Well... I also wanted to fight with you, so we hit it off immediately."
"It's not a good idea for me to break my trust with others now."
Biting her silver teeth, Ma Xiaotao waved her delicate fist angrily.
"If you interrupt my meditation practice again, I will burn all your clothes when you meet on the freshmen assessment field."
"No, no, no!" Ling Luochen, knowing that he was in the wrong, left with a smile.
"Huh~" Ma Xiaotao let out a breath of turbid air, closed her eyes and crossed her legs.
It seemed that he had entered a meditative state, but in fact he was in a state of confusion.
If she chooses to use the squad leader's power, it will not be difficult to find two great soul master teammates for Beibei.
But the melon that is twisted is not sweet, and it is easy to cause conflicts, and even lead to the result of 1+1+1<1.
What should I do... Huh? !
Why am I worried about him? !
That guy is just like the teacher, cunning and cunning, like a cunning rabbit or a fox.
Even if half of the students were eliminated in the freshman assessment, it would not be his turn.
Even if a man makes a mistake or a horse stumbles, given Beibei's background, it only takes a matter of minutes for him to be reincarnated and come back.
Hmm...sleep, ah no, meditate!
The sun rises and the moon sets.
The freshman assessment has officially begun.
Du Weilun, the head teacher of Class 1, stood on the three-foot podium.
"This new student assessment will be conducted as usual."
"In short, there are more than 300 freshmen in the entire first grade, and half of them will be eliminated in the freshman assessment."
"Three people form a team. One person is required for each team in the attack department, and the other two are free to do so."
"Competition rules, draw and qualifying, ten battles, according to the winning ranking, half of the teams will be eliminated."
"The top sixty-four teams will proceed to the knockout round, and the top four teams will have rewards provided by the academy."
Since team battles test the most cooperation, teachers generally do not interfere too much during the free team formation process.
Fine-tuning will be done after the free team formation is over.
Three months is enough time for the students to form small groups.
No, just two and a half minutes passed, and many students completed team formation.
There were also many eyes focused on Beibei.
They were all curious whether this talented transfer student would not be chosen because of unfamiliarity.
But the situation was unexpected. As soon as the free team formation began, someone approached Beibei.
"Hello, my name is Qian Gan, and my soul power is level 19. Can we form a team together?"
Looking at the slightly fat boy in front of him, Beibei was equally surprised. He originally thought that the last two remaining people would form a team with him.
"Of course."
"However, I want to ask a question. We have never met before, and unfamiliarity is a devastating blow to the team's coordination. Why are you willing to form a team with me?"
Qian Qian didn't say it directly. Instead, he summoned his martial spirit first, a round copper coin.
"Here!" "My martial spirit, Copper Coin Appraisal, as the name suggests, has the innate ability to appraise luck."
"I asked for signatures from all the students in the class. Only your signature, Beibei, is a blessing."
"Hey~"
"Captain Beibei, promise to take me in, but you can't kick me out again!"
Beibei: "...No, don't worry."
During the conversation, the class, including sixty-six people, formed a team of twenty-one groups.
Apart from Beibei and Qian Gan, there was only one person left.
Wu Yan was at the bottom of the class in cultivation. His soul power was at level 15 when he entered school. After three months of training, he was still at level 15.
Apart from him, the second-to-last student in the class has reached level 17 in soul power.
After running into obstacles everywhere, he finally had to join Beibei's team.
At this point, the 22nd team, pieced together here and there, is alive and well.
Du Weilun, who was standing on the podium and had been observing Beibei's team, pushed up his glasses.
Under the dark light of his glasses, his troubled eyes flickered from time to time.
Two first-level teammates, isn't this a fool's errand? !
Should he intervene?
No! No intervention!
Then he silently recited the "Entering the Ministry" mantra: do less, think less, and ask less.
After calming down a little, he coughed lightly:
"Ahem!"
"Now that the team formation is over, I will no longer fine-tune it."
"As your teacher, I certainly hope that you can all pass the qualifying round and not be eliminated by the academy's strict selection system."
"But I hope that you will be safe and sound."
"The world of soul masters has always been cruel. Referees are also human beings. They can only do their best and cannot be meticulous. Shrek Academy has a mortality rate of 5% every year."
"Protect yourselves, come on, kids."
"I hope we can still study together in the new class in the future."
After saying this, he walked off the podium and walked towards the classroom door.
During the short walk, all the students in the classroom stood up spontaneously and bowed respectfully.
During the freshman assessment period, the morning theoretical classes and outdoor extreme weight-bearing classes were canceled to make time for the assessment.
Of course, the afternoon practice in the mimetic environment will always be retained.
Tomorrow is the beginning of the qualifying competition for the freshmen assessment. Taking advantage of the cancellation of classes this morning, all teams are frankly revealing their soul skills and practicing intensively in order to increase their teamwork ability.
Beibei's team is even more so.
"Wu Yan, Wuhun Qingteng, control system, soul power cultivation level fifteen."
"The first soul skill, Ivy Winding."
"Restriction skills can be used to restrict multiple targets, but single-target restrictions are more effective."
At the same time, the attached yellow century-old soul ring flashed.
"You all know my martial spirit, auxiliary system, soul power cultivation level nineteen."
"The first soul skill, bad luck copper coins."
"As a result of the soul skill, the person who uses it will be plagued by bad luck, such as falling on the ground or choking on water."
What flashed on Qian Qian's body was also the yellow century-old soul ring.
Beibei nodded and said: "Use your first soul skill on me."
The two teammates didn't hesitate. A second-level dragon soul master with a strong attack system could take over their first-level century-old soul skills without any problems.
On the copper coins being appraised, Beibei's real-life projection flashed and was surrounded by a cloud of bad luck.
(End of chapter)