Chapter 62

This is undoubtedly a terrifying number.

Almost all the Star Emblems from this preliminary competition have been dug up by him.

As a result, the other students have hardly gained anything.

This made Lin Beichen even more low-key.

He couldn't afford to fail at the last moment.

Moreover, Chao Ling had been纠缠 him every early morning, wanting to teach him mental energy cultivation techniques, but Lin Beichen refused every time, citing that he hadn't finished reading the "Mental Energy Primer" yet. Fortunately, the middle-aged beautiful woman instructor from the National Junior College appeared in time each time, dragging Chao Ling away, giving Lin Beichen a moment of peace.

That middle-aged beautiful woman was probably not an ordinary instructor; Chao Ling, the proud little phoenix, showed great respect and rarely disobeyed her.

Rustle!

The water sounded serene.

Coming out of the changing room's hot spring, Lin Beichen, who was both tired and hungry, walked to the stone monument to check the积分 situation.

At first glance, he was startled.

What's going on?

Why did so many students get eliminated today?

More than thirty?

Damn.

That's more than thirty stalks of leeks.

I haven't even had the chance to harvest them yet, and they've been eliminated?

Who did this despicable deed?

After secretly cursing for a while, he had to face reality.

At least there are still more than sixty people left.

Continuing to look at the stone monument.

On the积分榜, Chao Ling's number of emblems rose to seven.

The low-key youth Shen Fei still had two.

Li Tao and Tao Wancheng's team still had one each.

Everyone else had zero.

The more Lin Beichen looked, the more he felt like laughing.

He couldn't help but cover his face.

He was laughing so hard that his body started to shake.

"Hehe, so you do know shame. You didn't get any emblems and are so ashamed that you can't bear it, right?"

Tao Wancheng's voice came from the side.

"Yes, I... I'm so ashamed."

Lin Beichen still covered his face.

Tao Wancheng chuckled and said, "Regretting now? Too late. Tomorrow is the last day. Do you believe that the Wu Xiaofang you look down on can enter the main competition... I'll make you regret it so much, just wait."

The footsteps faded away.

"Lin classmate, don't be discouraged. Maybe there's still a chance tomorrow?" Li Tao's voice sounded from the side again: "Actually, you can consider my suggestion. Why don't we cooperate? I really hope to make friends with you."

Lin Beichen

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covered his face with one hand and waved the other, meaning don't bother me.

If Li Tao kept talking, Lin Beichen was really afraid he would burst out laughing, which would give him away.

"Hehe, okay, that's very regrettable." Li Tao said with a hint of disappointment: "There are many benefits to cooperation. Even Mu Xinyue has a high chance of entering the main competition. Sigh, Lin classmate is really too stubborn. I hope you won't regret it too much in the end."

After saying that, he also left.

Lin Beichen covered his face, and his body shook even more.

A hand gently patted his shoulder.

It was the old instructor Ding San Shi, who sympathetically comforted him, "Don't cry just because you didn't find any emblems."

Lin Beichen covered his face with both hands, trying hard to suppress his laughter, and when he opened his mouth to explain, it came out as, "Mmm, I... hehe... I... mmm... it's fine..."

Instructor Ding San Shi felt even more heartache.

He said earnestly, "Don't be like this. I won't put any more pressure on you. Do your best. It doesn't matter if you don't advance to the main competition. After all, it's your first time participating in such a competition, and you only know the basic sword technique 'Tight Three-Link' and the killing move 'Beidou Lin.' When we return, I will apply to the college to have you skip to the third year, to learn advanced star combat techniques and cultivate mental energy, integrating internal and external cultivation, to become a true warrior. Next time, you will definitely be the brightest star in the camp."

"Ding instructor, you are the team leader of the Third College. Isn't it unfair to be so biased?"

Mu Xinyue's voice sounded.

"After this preliminary competition, I will protest to the college. Ding instructor, I think you are too biased and do not deserve to be an instructor of the college." Wu Xiaofang's voice also appeared.

"Go play somewhere else."

Ding San Shi directly retorted.

Over these few days, he had no good feelings left for these so-called college geniuses.

"Hehe, I know. Now we are insignificant, but once the results of the promotion are announced tomorrow, if I successfully advance to the main competition, hehe, I hope Ding instructor will still dare to speak to us in this tone."

Mu Xinyue coldly snorted.

After saying that, the two of them also left.

Ding San Shi comforted Lin Beichen for a while.

"Don't worry, instructor, I'm fine."

Lin Beichen put down his hands, proving that he wasn't crying, and ran back to the tent.

Holding back laughter is much harder than holding back a bowel movement.

In the tent, Yue Hongxiang had already washed the wild fruits and vegetables and placed them in the outer room of the tent.

Yes.

Between the two of them, a silent understanding had formed.

Lin Beichen, who had been too busy to hunt, had been relying on the fruits Yue Hongxiang picked to fill his stomach these days.

As Yue Hongxiang put it, it was to repay the favor of a chicken.

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The favor of a roasted chicken.

Don't think too much about it.

Since Mu Xinyue and Wu Xiaofang never appeared in the tent, the two of them had been alone together, gradually becoming more talkative and the atmosphere more harmonious.

...

The night passed without incident.

The next day, the sun was high and the sky clear.

Lin Beichen still walked alone.

However, he had not left the camp for less than five miles when he was stopped.

It was Wu Xiaofang.

"Get lost, I don't have time to chat with you."

Seeing this lickspittle, Lin Beichen was furious and said, "I don't have time to deal with you now. Don't waste my time, or I'll really beat you up."

If he wasn't in a hurry to mine... no, dig for emblems, Lin Beichen wouldn't mind settling old scores and giving this dog a good beating.

But Wu Xiaofang was not at all afraid; instead, he coldly laughed, "Lin, do you think I'm here to beg you again? Hehe, look at this."

A black wooden hairpin.

As black as ink.

Simple in design, not particularly valuable.

But Lin Beichen's expression changed slightly.

Because this hairpin belonged to Yue Hongxiang.

"What do you mean?"

He stared at Wu Xiaofang.

The latter coldly laughed, "I know you've been close to Yue Xiaojie these past few days. Hehe, Lin Beichen, if you don't want anything to happen to Yue Xiaojie, you'd better come with me."

Without a word, Lin Beichen drew his sword.

Whoosh!

The sword flashed.

"Ouch, you..."

Wu Xiaofang screamed, feeling a flash before his eyes, and a sword had already pierced his leg.

The sword pierced through the muscle, blood spurted out, and he lost his balance, falling to the ground.

Lin Beichen rushed forward and started beating him up.

"Kidnapping, huh?"

"Come with you, huh?"

"Do you think the police station is your home?"

"You dog, always licking others and harming your classmates, huh?"

Bang, bang, bang!

In a short while, Wu Xiaofang's screams had become hoarse.

"Stop, stop, let's talk, let's talk..."

Wu Xiaofang struggled and wailed.

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