Overnight, the entire Eastern Kingdom seemed to be on the verge of exploding.
Rumors were spreading throughout the streets that the suit-wearing thugs were going to open a school and recruit fifty students from middle schools across the country, with such generous benefits that many people wished they could go back and study there again!
Degree certificate, tear it up!
University diploma, tear it up!
High school diploma, tear it up!
I don't even want my junior high school diploma anymore, I'll tear it up!
They just want to go back to junior high school again, to have a chance to fight for that one in a million chance!
"I wish time could turn back..." Suddenly, songs like this became popular throughout the entire East.
At 9 a.m., the morning breeze in the height of summer was still a little cool.
Hu Batian came over on his own, perched on Fang Zong's shoulder, tilting his little head, curiously looking at Sun Meimei who was following Fang Zong with small, quick steps.
"Meow, who is this little female?" the little yellow cat asked.
A cat suddenly spoke in human language, which startled Sun Meimei. But remembering that Fang Zong was a military general, she wasn't surprised.
She paid more attention to the information around her and heard many people talking about it.
"Aunt Liu, did you watch the morning news? Those thugs in suits are trying to open a school!"
"I've seen it, I've seen it! Aunt Zhao, why don't we let Xiaoyou go and give it a try? If he's selected, he won't have to pay any tuition, he'll have room and board included, and he'll even get a monthly living allowance of 100,000 yuan! I think Xiaoyou has been a smart kid since he was little, and he's different from other kids. He'll definitely be selected!"
"The key isn't the pay, it's how much of a future you'll have if you follow the suit-wearing thugs! You have to give it a try, even if the chances are slim. There are so many people in the country this time, and they're only selecting fifty. Hmm, my Xiaoyou just called to say he passed the preliminary round. He's the only one from the entire Third Middle School who made it!"
Listening to the surrounding chatter, Sun Meimei looked on with envy.
If she had 100,000 yuan a month, her parents wouldn't have to worry anymore, right? They wouldn't argue, they wouldn't get divorced, and she could have a happy family like in the comics?
Should we give it a try?
Sun Meimei was tempted, but her face fell. Others were different from a young age, but she had always been ordinary; she definitely wouldn't get chosen, right?
Besides...
Sun Meimei looked up at Fang Zong and quickened her pace to catch up.
Fang Zong was walking slowly, but because he was tall and had long legs, she had to jog to keep up...
"Want to give it a try?" Fang Zong turned around, glanced at Sun Meimei, and smiled.
Sun Meimei shook her head without hesitation: "No."
"What if we get selected?"
"I don't want that either!"
Sun Meimei had recovered from the panic of last night, but she still remembered the fear of yesterday, as well as the heartwarming feeling that followed.
She remembers the whistling wind in her ears when she fell, and she almost fainted, but she couldn't close her eyes. She could only watch helplessly as the ground rapidly expanded in her vision, and she saw her forehead hit the hard road, and then become indestructible!
Something protected her, allowing her to experience a death-defying flight, and also giving her a feeling of being 'harder than the road, and incredibly powerful'.
She remembered that when the man pulled it out, he smiled at her and asked, "Don't you want to die anymore?"
He's concerned about himself!
No one has ever gone to such lengths to care about me!
Sun Meimei whispered, "If you tell me to follow you, I will follow you. From now on, I will be your shadow."
Fang Zong: "...I don't need a shadow!"
“You’re very powerful, right?” Sun Meimei raised her head, her eyes full of stubbornness. “I’ve never seen you before. You’re probably not from this city. Are you a sub-level martial artist sent from elsewhere? I know you’re very strong, but you also need a shadow. You need someone to help you. I know I’m stupid, but I will try my best. You also said you need me.”
“But I don’t need any shadow,” Fang Zong tried to explain.
What is a shadow again? It's something that hides, ready to come out at any time to shield you from harm or kill you.
That's right, it's just an object. He doesn't need to, and doesn't like to, turn living people into objects.
Sun Meimei stubbornly retorted, "You definitely need a shadow; you're not a thug in a suit!"
"No!" Sun Meimei suddenly changed her mind, "Even someone as powerful as the suit-wearing thug needs help, right? He might not need a shadow, but he still needs a lot of people to help him."
Okay, you guessed right.
Fang Zong suddenly realized that the little girl in front of him wasn't too stupid after all. He smiled and took out his phone.
Then, they hailed a taxi, and the two people and the cat opened the car door and got in side by side.
Halfway there, Fang Zong received a phone call.
Old Wang smiled and said, "We've already found more than sixty, and if we keep going, there will be even more. Oh, we've already found eighty."
Fang Zong was speechless: "Stop it."
He contacted Mr. Wang last night to discuss building the school, and Mr. Wang immediately agreed.
But I didn't expect the issue of the new students to be resolved so quickly.
Old Wang said, “Our Eastern Kingdom is vast and rich in resources. There are actually quite a few energy nodes, but as you know, there are many talented people, so there aren’t enough resources to allocate. Therefore, we didn’t select from the lieutenant colonels and college students. We just recruited those who showed great ability, and even if they were lucky, we allocated a certain percentage of resources to them.”
Fang Zong nodded.
He knew resources were limited, so the Demon Slayer Corps adopted a very laid-back approach to accepting new members.
It's also quite mysterious; to put it simply, it's all about fate.
"Eighty is fine too, I'll take them all."
Fang Zong thought about it and felt that he should be able to afford to raise eighty.
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