Some people were overjoyed, celebrating their good luck of not being selected to compete with the instructors, while others could not even smile, and were so dejected that the word "bad luck" was written all over their faces.
Bori and his friends belong to the latter.
After the instructor randomly selected the people, the selected ones stayed, while those who were not selected started looking for the best viewing spots below.
Adam came over with a livid face, his fists clenched, veins popping out on the back of his hands: "Damn it, they're targeting us again! These guys are doing this on purpose."
Borri was not surprised. He raised his hand and placed it on his shoulder and patted him twice: "Okay, don't think about it."
Adam glared at him fiercely. "It's always like this. They always choose us. I don't want to think about it, but they are targeting us too obviously! They just use us as punching bags. Who wouldn't be fucking angry?"
Adam looked at him again and was immediately deflated. "I almost forgot... you're not angry. Among all of us brothers, everyone is indignant, but you're the only one who's not angry every time... Sometimes I can't figure out whether you're not angry or whether you don't think these people are deliberately humiliating us."
Bo Rui raised his hand and patted him again. Seeing that he was in a low mood, he rarely told him the truth: "Neither. I just think it's useless to get angry."
Adam looked up and met his eyes.
Borri is open and honest.
His mood was out of control again, shrouded in a layer of gloom. Anger that couldn't be vented gathered in his chest and got stuck in his throat. Adam even had difficulty breathing.
Sometimes he really wanted to just fight with that group of people in the school martial arts field without caring about anything, but reason told him that even if he was impulsive, he would be nothing but a joke in front of this group of bastards.
If he doesn't want to be a joke, he has to do as Bori said and become strong, strong enough to make those who laugh at them shut up.
but…
How could it be that easy to become stronger? Their path to advancement had long been blocked by those people with backgrounds and qualifications.
A bunch of second generation people headed by Ying Shi usually use them as punching bags. Even the monthly exams and mock exams, which are said to be fair, are still based on personal relationships.
Shadow 10: Dowell’s gang has clearly come too.
The teachers acted as if they didn't see them. They didn't even need to come up to gather. A bunch of second-generation rich kids just stood there watching the fun and pointing fingers at them.
The teachers were also very targeted when selecting people. After much selection, they picked out the newcomers, and then selected a few experienced and capable people.
You can imagine what will happen next.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, this year's newcomers were beaten back by the instructors and were in a state of disgrace...
The other group of selected veterans will use their "strength" to prove that it is not that the teachers were too ruthless, but that they, the newcomers, are rubbish and cannot last more than five moves at the hands of the teachers.
Then, Ying Shi's group of people laughed loudly, pointed at them, and made sarcastic remarks with laughter and anger.
Probably those words like they are hopeless and always get the last place in the monthly exam.
The more Adam thought about it, the more aggrieved and suffocated he felt.
He clenched his fists and tried to calm himself down, but his increasingly red eyes betrayed his inner restlessness...
He wasn't even in the mood to care about the distinguished guest that Qu Si had entrusted to their care.
Adam stared at the school martial arts field, watching as one of his brothers from the same batch of new recruits was called up by the instructor.