The next day, Su City Dragon Martial.
Before the Heavenly Pile class.
After Lu Chenzhou arrived, Old Tian walked over with a smile.
"Congratulations! You've really brought glory to Dragon City."
"Just doing my duty."
"Let's have lunch together at noon to celebrate for you. It's basically a tradition at all the top Martial Arts Universities. If someone from the class gets a place at a big tournament, everyone feels proud too. Make sure you come."
"Okay, my treat."
"No need, the homeroom teacher gave me some class funds for stuff like this."
"Alright then."
Chen Xiaoyun wrapped her long whip around her slender waist, ran over and said:
"Chenzhou, are you almost at Ninth Rank?"
"Still needs some work."
Hearing that, Chen Xiaoyun was secretly shocked.
Damn, this guy's progress is insane. He's about to catch up to me.
The one who can't hold it together the most is Xiao He.
Back when the semester started half a year ago,
he was second-to-last in the class.
