The day for selecting mentors has finally arrived, but Su Yue, after pondering all night, still has no clue.
On the playground, all the students gathered together.
The eight mentors didn't sit down; they stood in the center of the field, waiting for students to come to them.
Since the semester started, the progress at West Martial has been the slowest, and students have already memorized the information on each mentor. Everyone has their own ideas about who they want to choose.
Su Yue stood in the queue with vacant eyes.
Choosing a mentor is such a headache.
Xiang Jing Mountain read a long speech, and finally, the students began to make their choices.
Su Yue observed from the back.
As expected.
The most students walked towards Xiang Jing Mountain, and naturally, there were no particularly weak ones among them.
Students also approached the other mentors.
