"Hey, kid with the gun." Honglian, holding a glass of red wine, leaned back lazily on a single sofa. "Are you going to enroll too?"
"Hmm." Wang Xuefeng nodded, but then he smelled the alcohol.
Seeing his nose twitch, Honglian smiled meaningfully and said, "You like wine too?"
Wang Xuefeng was taken aback for a moment: "Yes."
"Then I'll get you another cup." Honglian said, sitting up and switching her wine cup with his teacup. "Could you introduce yourself?"
Wang Xuefeng nodded slightly.
"My name is Wang Xuefeng, Xue as in snow and Feng as in sharp."
"16 years old, blind, no home."
"Professional gunslinger, specializing in wind element."
"Currently at level 9, with a wind element affinity of 43.7%, and no secondary skills available."
"The goal is to reach level 100 and become a god."
Honglian was taken aback. Logically speaking, even the lowest-level academies wouldn't want to accept someone with such conditions.
He was as ordinary as a speck of dust, but...
His marksmanship is absolutely superb!
If he can truly cultivate to the point of becoming a god, the title of the number one gun god on the continent will definitely be his.
Staring at Wang Xuefeng's face, she decided to take a gamble.
"Okay, as long as you join Chuwu, we will do our best to train you."
"Thank you, Professor."
"And you?" Honglian turned to Xiao He, the girl she could never quite understand.
Xiao He bowed slightly, appearing more formal.
"Hello, mentor. My name is Xiao He, the 'He' in lotus flower."
"15 years old, currently level 5, and the goal is to reach level 100 and become a god."
“I was originally a pastor.”
"But now it seems like I've run into a little problem."
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