LRAB Chapter 59: The Establishment of Class 0, and the Missing Foundation
Chapter 59: The Establishment of Class 0, and the Missing Foundation
Yu Chen also stopped joking and nodded to Xie Xie, who was still rubbing his head, and Tang Wulin, who looked bewildered: "Wulin, Xie Xie, you two go and rest first. Yue and I will go ahead."
After saying goodbye to the lively duo, Yu Chen and Gu Yue quickly arrived at Wu Changkong's small office, which could be described as "simple".
Wu Changkong was sitting in the only chair, his hands crossed under his chin, his long, ice-blue hair falling over his shoulders, his expression as cold and aloof as ever.
On the desk in front of him, two documents were neatly arranged.
"You've arrived." Wu Changkong raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the two like an icy spring, lingering for half a second on their naturally clasped hands, but he didn't ask any further questions.
"Due to your outstanding performance in the promotion competition, the college board of directors has decided to establish a pilot class in the first year to select the best students to join. It is named 'First Year Class Zero' and I will serve as the class teacher."
He spoke succinctly, pushing the two documents in front of him onto the table.
"This is the agreement that needs to be signed. Take a look and decide whether to join."
He paused, then added, "In addition, the reward for the previous promotion competition was: one A-grade meal every day for the rest of the semester."
Yu Chen picked up an agreement and quickly skimmed through it, paying little attention to the "Meal A" reward.
The agreement is not complicated. Besides listing the various generous benefits the academy will provide (including dedicated faculty and resource allocation), the core clause is only one:
After signing, unless admitted to Shrek Academy, students must complete all their intermediate and advanced studies at East Sea Academy and may not transfer schools midway.
A very reasonable constraint. The college invests extra resources, so naturally it must ensure that the results of its training are not easily poached.
"What did Wu Lin and Xie Xie say?" Yu Chen asked while looking at the agreement.
"This agreement is entirely beneficial to them."
Wu Changkong took out two more signed documents from the drawer, which were clearly signed by Tang Wulin and Xie Xie.
"They've already signed it."
Yu Chen knew what was going on and looked at Gu Yue beside him: "Yue, what about you?"
Gu Yue gripped his hand tightly, her smile bright and resolute: "Chen, if you join, I will naturally join too."
Without further hesitation, the two picked up pens and signed their names on the agreement.
"very good."
Wu Changkong carefully put away the agreement, his cold expression seemingly softening slightly.
"Now, there are six members in Class Zero. In addition to the four of you, there are Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi, whom you fought yesterday and who can use the Martial Soul Fusion Technique."
He looked at the two of them, his dark green eyes reflecting the light from the window:
"The academy's expectation for Class Zero is that at least four of you will be able to get into Shrek Academy six years from now. Of course, it would be best if all of you were admitted."
The day after the agreement took effect, the students in Class Zero immediately experienced the "generous benefits" promised by the academy.
First, the classrooms were no longer crowded ordinary classrooms, but were moved to a large, independent room with excellent lighting, equipped with more advanced soul-guiding teaching facilities.
The biggest change was in accommodation. Instead of four people sharing a dormitory room, each person was assigned a private single room.
The rooms are the same size as the faculty dormitories, with en-suite bathrooms. What's even more surprising is that these single rooms are not scattered, but located in a separate, quiet villa-style building.
Each person has their own room, which is adjacent to the others. The villa also has a shared kitchen, a small living room, and a fully equipped private training room located in the basement.
The living conditions can be described as luxurious.
This treatment might only be acceptable for Yu Chen, who had just experienced the "extravagance" of the Soul Beast Castle.
But for Xie Xie and Tang Wulin, it was undoubtedly a huge surprise.
The fact that they could have their own private space was enough for them to feel that joining Class Zero was the right choice.
A new environment signifies a new beginning. Life in Class Zero has officially begun.
Soon, it was the afternoon of the second day. The members of Class Zero had their first class since its formation.
Stepping into the spacious, dedicated classroom, a subtle atmosphere quietly permeates the air.
Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi sat on one side. Although they did not talk, their shared experience of being in the same class and fighting side by side made them a unit, and their silence carried a tacit defensive posture.
On the other side, Tang Wulin and Xie Xie were sitting together. Xie Xie was gesturing excitedly to Tang Wulin about something, clearly sharing something interesting.
There seemed to be an invisible dividing line between the two groups. The young men, full of youthful vigor, had just fought fiercely in the ring; it was naturally not easy for them to immediately become friends and inseparable.
But what surges within this clear distinction is not hostility, but a more vibrant and dynamic competitive spirit—no one is willing to admit defeat easily, and everyone wants to prove themselves on the new starting line.
This kind of energy is exactly the kind of vibrant scene that Wu Changkong is happy to see.
Outside the door, Wu Changkong strode into the classroom with his signature cool and aloof steps. After a brief self-introduction, he got straight to the point and began explaining the basic theories of mecha and battle armor.
His voice was flat and even, but the content was extremely solid and concise.
For Gu Yue, who possesses strong mental power, understanding and memorizing these theories is effortless.
After listening for a while, she started to get bored and her mind began to wander.
Under the table, she quietly reached out and precisely grabbed Yu Chen's wrist. Then, she slowly opened his palm and began to unconsciously draw circles on his palm with her fingertips, occasionally tickling him gently, having a great time.
Yu Chen's body stiffened slightly, then he relaxed and let her "act up," only a helpless and indulgent smile appeared on his lips.
He tried his best to focus his attention back on Wu Changkong's explanation, but the tingling sensation in his palm was quite a distraction.
Wu Changkong, standing on the podium, glanced at the audience with his dark green eyes, taking in their subtle movements.
He paused almost imperceptibly, then continued explaining as if nothing had happened.
Well, the newly formed couple was at the stage where they wanted to be together all the time. As long as it didn't affect the overall class or cause them to miss the core content he was teaching, he turned a blind eye to these harmless little actions.
However, while he understood, he still added casually, "Theory is the framework for building all combat capabilities. If the framework is not solid, even the most dazzling soul skills are just castles in the air. Everyone, please concentrate."
With the theoretical part concluded, the topic of "Dancing in the Sky" naturally transitioned to practical application.
"Let's stop with armchair strategizing."
Wu Changkong put away the teaching materials, his gaze sweeping across the six young faces below the stage like an icy blade, his voice carrying clearly throughout the classroom:
"Currently, all six of you share a common problem that urgently needs to be addressed, which will also be the core of the upcoming practical lessons—that is, your own basic practical experience and skills are severely lacking."
I'm not referring to a direct clash using martial spirit skills; you're still quite inexperienced in that area, but at least you're doing it properly.
I mean, when your soul power is exhausted, your martial soul cannot be summoned, and your soul skills cannot be used, what will you have left? Will you simply wait to die, or will you still have minions to fight to the death?
Apart from Tang Wulin, who had honed his body since childhood and had a deep understanding of power generation techniques, nodding as if he understood, Xie Xie, Zhang Yangzi, and Wang Jinxi all showed a hint of disapproval on their faces.
The essence of a Soul Master is, of course, Soul Power and Soul Skills. Aren't those physical skills something that ordinary people and Soul Masters without talent need to worry about?
Yu Chen remained calm. He had long realized that his body, tempered by dragon blood, was a treasure trove yet to be fully explored, and exquisite fighting skills were the key to unlocking this treasure and unleashing its full power.
Gu Yue tilted her head slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes. She acknowledged the diversity of the nature of combat and believed that Wu Changkong's judgment must have a deeper meaning.
"It seems some people disagree."
Wu Changkong took in everyone's reactions. Instead of getting angry, the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. It was hardly a smile, but more like a hunter's sign that his prey had entered his pre-set area.
"You must understand that even a Title Douluo only has nine Soul Skills."
In the long and ever-changing battles, the most frequently used and essential survival skills are precisely those basic movements that have become ingrained in our instincts—how to move with the least effort, how to exert force the fastest, how to protect vital points in desperate situations, and how to anticipate the opponent's intentions.
All of these can be categorized under the word "foundation."