Donghai College.

The typhoon in Donghai City came very suddenly, which had a huge impact on the entire city. The shops were unable to open and the schools could not teach. In a short period of time, traffic was paralyzed. All departments of the General Administration were very busy.

The typhoon lasted for a whole week. When it was at its strongest, it could even uproot the big trees and many buildings were damaged.

Fortunately, everything is over.

After the typhoon, the air in Donghai City seemed particularly fresh, with a faint water vapor, and the sun shone on the earth. Occasionally, you can even see the light of a rainbow in the sky. The sky is cloudless.

"What's going on with this guy? I haven't returned to the communication yet. His communicator seems to be insufficient energy and can't be opened." Xie Xie was not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery outside the window. He sat among the teacher, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

The reason is very simple, Tang Wulin lost contact.

Typhoon has been practicing hard under the guidance of Teacher Wu Changkong these days, and finally made a breakthrough. After the breakthrough, the first thing he thought of was to share this good news with his good friends. But who knew that Tang Wulin's soul-guided communication could not be reached.

More importantly, classes have begun to resume today, but Tang Wulin didn't come at all and had no idea where he went.

The start of class also means that the class promotion competition after school will resume today, and they will face the enemy Class 1, Grade 1. It is known as the most powerful new voice class in history!

Tang Wulin, what's going on with you guys?

"Do you know where his studio is? Why don't we go to find him at noon?" Gu Yue also frowned, with a look of worry in her eyes.

Xie Xie smiled bitterly and said, "Is there any interest in forging? How could I know where his studio is? That day he called me to communicate and told me that he would always be in the studio. If he is there, he would not have any problems! Why is there no news yet? Could it be that he forgot the time?"

Gu Yue had a gloomy face, "Do you know something? At noon we went to the Association of the Forgeators, where the association will be, and maybe register where his studio is."

The rare Xie Xie did not refute Gu Yue's words and nodded, "This is a good idea. We will go later."

Until noon after school, Tang Wulin still did not show up. Thank you and Gu Yue for asking for leave from Wu Changkong. Then he flew out of the campus and headed straight to the Forgeators Association.

However, half an hour later, when they came out of the Forge Association, they all looked depressed.

The reply from the Forging Association is very simple. Any information registered in the forging room of the association is confidential and cannot be leaked unless they have official special certificates. Moreover, the information about Tang Wulin has a higher level of confidentiality than that of ordinary forging officers.

"What should we do now? Let's ask Teacher Wu to apply for an official permit and then ask where he lives?" Gu Yue asked Xie Xie.

Xie Xie smiled bitterly and said, "It's too late! The official approval documents are not so easy to handle, and they always take time. Today will definitely not be completed. We may only be the two of us in the evening competition. Wulin is not an unreliable person! He must have encountered something, otherwise he would not have come to school."

Gu Yue raised her pretty face and frowned, "Let's go back first. No matter what, I'll ask Teacher Wu to apply for an official permission first. The safety of Wulin is not important in the competition."

"Um."

"Official permission?" Wu Changkong looked at the two disciples in front of him, and his already very cold face suddenly became even more gloomy.

Tang Wulin has not come to class until now, and he has not found it when he goes out to look for it.

"Okay, you guys go back to class first, I understand." Wu Changkong said coldly.

"Teacher, then we are the only two of us in the game tonight?" Xie Xie asked.

Wu Changkong glanced at him, "It's just you two."

"yes."

Xie Xie and Gu Yue returned to the class with great thoughts. They were in a bad mood. Although they didn't think there was a big difference between two and three, Tang Wulin was even the weaker part of the three of them. However, they were all used to this team. Without Tang Wulin, they always felt that something was missing.

The afternoon course passed quickly. Perhaps it was because of the typhoon that the students of the junior high school department had been suppressed for a long time. As soon as school was over today, a large number of students gathered on the playground, and even teachers were waiting to watch the last class promotion match of the first grade today.

"Have you heard it? This year's class promotion competition is so weird! Class 5, a class at the bottom of the first grade, has made great progress and won three consecutive games. Maybe this dark horse can be defeated to the end."

"Don't dream. Do you know how terrifying this year's freshman class 1 is? It's not a casual talk about it. There are three students in their class who are already at the level of the second ring soul master. More importantly, the martial souls are very powerful. The three students in the first grade fifth grade are just one ring. There is a qualitative difference between them. There is a difference in soul skills and soul power, and there is no chance at all. I want to see where this year's freshman class 1 can go in the later promotion competition. I heard that all the classes in the second grade feel Alexander. Hehe."

The students were talking, and the teachers who came to the outside of the competition venue also gathered together.

The first-grade class teacher Kong Hanwen, Kong Class 4, looked in the crowd from time to time, and his face was filled with sneer.

"Teacher Kong, what are you looking at?" Ye Yingrong, the head teacher of Class 3 of Grade 1, asked in confusion.

Kong Hanwen said: "I'm looking for that guy Wu Changkong. Isn't he very arrogant? I want to see why his students can defeat Class 1 today." Kong Hanwen kept breathing in his heart. You know, after the class he led was defeated by Tang Wulin and the other two, it means that he will become the first-year class! This is undoubtedly a huge shame, and it will be a huge stain on his assessment in the college.

Ye Yingrong sighed and said, "Yes! Class 1 this year is really too strong. I think it's hard for each class in the second grade to fight them. Class 1 in the second grade now has only two students who have just broken through to the second ring road. I guess they will definitely be able to play until the third grade in the promotion competition in the future."

Kong Hanwen sneered. His purpose today was to see what the so-called cold and arrogant male god would look like after the Wu Changkong students lost.

"Here you come." Ye Yingrong exclaimed.

Kong Hanwen looked in the direction of her eyes. Sure enough, surrounded by the students of Class 5 of Grade 1, Wu Changkong was walking in the front and was heading towards the competition stage. Behind him were his two proud disciples, Xie Xie and Gu Yue.

However, what surprised Kong Hanwen was that he did not see the particularly beautiful male student. It seemed that he was named Tang Wulin.

Just as Wu Changkong brought the first-grade fifth-class academy to the outside of the venue, there was also a commotion on the other side.

The students were very consciously making way for a channel.

The one who walked in front was a 27-year-old female teacher. Her appearance was at least sixty-six points similar to Ye Yingrong, but it was more beautiful, but there was a sense of arrogance between her eyebrows that Ye Yingrong did not have.

Behind her were the first graders of the first grade who were known as the strongest freshman class in many years. The one who walked in front was three male students, and one on the left was Wei Xiaofeng, who had had a conflict with Tang Wulin and Xie Xie.

Walking in the middle was a tall boy. Compared with Wei Xiaofeng's arrogance, he looked very calm and had a sense of maturity that his peers did not have. On the other side, there was a boy with an extremely thin figure, as if he had only bones. His eyes were a little cold, and his whole body seemed to be emitting a dark aura, so that behind him, there were no students following him, and no one seemed to be willing to be close to him.

Both sides gathered on both sides of the competition table, waiting for the start of the promotion competition.
Chapter completed!