At nine o'clock this morning, all first-year martial arts students will gather in the playground to announce something important.

"It should be about rushing to support the northern front. The freshman competition has ended. Apart from the unexpected factor of Wu Wu, Xie Feng and Sun Ya played pretty well. Is it time to announce the roster today?"

It's only half past seven.

In the past two months, Meng Chaoque had too many elective courses and group activities. Now that the 1024 project has achieved initial success, he is embarrassed to continue to be aloof from the martial arts department, otherwise it will be detrimental to the promotion of extreme flow.

I might as well go early, wash up and have breakfast before eight o'clock, and arrive at the martial arts department's playground.

But he was not the first.

Many freshmen are accustomed to high-intensity practice. Every day at four or five in the morning, when the sun rises, they come to the playground to meditate, stand, and compete.

At this moment, many people have been practicing for several hours. Their whole bodies are steaming with heat, their limbs are showing their teeth and claws, their spines are rising and falling like dragons, and their spiritual flames are burning in a manner that is visible to the naked eye.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

As soon as they saw him appear, many people stopped moving, and hundreds of slightly indifferent and hostile looks were projected at him like javelins.

"Meng Chao!"

Duan Lian, a tall man, strode forward like a collapsed iron tower, gritted his teeth and said, "I heard that you went to the beast control department last night and ate supper with the beast control masters, and you talked and laughed happily.

Very happy.
Chapter completed!