Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1010: 630, Special Welfare of the Agricultural College_2

In Daylight and at the Parents’ Meeting, maybe one or two A-Class could emerge.

At this moment, if the Buddha knew below the springs, upon hearing Qing Chen’s words, he’d perhaps jump up and curse—one person can’t beat 12 A-class Knights, and that’s considered weak? Do Knights have no shame?

Qing Chen looked up; today’s work at the Agricultural College was still digging pits. It was indeed a dull and uninteresting day.

He closed his eyes and continued practicing the God of Thunder’s Breathing Technique, continuously strengthening the thunder slurry within his body.

At this time, the thunder slurry within him was still small, not even able to fill his internal organs. Perhaps one day, when it’s full, it could transform in quality like the Knight Vital Energy.

While cultivating, six students listened to the rolling thunder sound emanating from Qing Chen’s body, utterly amazed.

However, their lives were as monotonous as this land, digging holes, filling holes, seemingly never-ending.

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In the college, students were racing furiously to score points.

Everyone seemed to have gone mad, more excited than when playing raids in World of Warcraft.

God of Thunder!

Having a cultivation heritage is more important than anything!

Everyone had lingered in the Inner World for a while, keenly aware that having strength would bring about an earth-shaking change to life.

One could take down the gang leader and become the leader themselves.

One could become a bodyguard for a wilderness caravan.

One could become a Wilderness Hunter themselves.

One could avoid being bullied.

One could form a team to explore the Taboo Land, to see the legendary towering trees in Taboo Land No. 002.

A formal cultivation method shines brilliantly in such a dangerous environment.

At 3:40 in the afternoon, everyone poured out of the classroom.

First, participate in sports activities to earn some points.

Volleyball, ping-pong, tennis, basketball, soccer—they did everything. Though exhausting, points were more important than anything.

Gradually, there weren’t any bookworms or sickly students left in the school; even those with glasses played more intensely than anyone else.

At dusk, various outdoor courses began: wilderness survival, wilderness navigation, extreme sports, firearms knowledge, first aid knowledge—a total of 27 courses, all full of people, 400 per classroom, everyone drenched in sweat from the heat.

Listening to the classes wasn’t enough; you had to listen carefully, or you’d lose points if you bombed the exams.

By night, students no longer roamed the island. They used to collect seashells by the sea, but now, who would bother? They all went to attend lectures.

Before, everyone would selectively participate in a project, earning about 2-20 points each day.

Now, everyone rushed to complete two or three projects; some even managed to score 45 points a day, practically score-chasers.

Tired? Not at all!

However, others could do this because attending classes during the day didn’t consume much energy.

But the six students from the Agricultural College were different; by the time they finished school, they were exhausted, with no energy left for scoring!

Namgong Yuanyu forced himself to attend an outdoor class but ended up losing 10 points for dozing off accidentally…

It wasn’t that he wasn’t strong enough; it was that the special lecturer named Zard was too harsh, setting labor tasks at everyone’s limits.

After school, Sun Chu Ci glanced at the bustling activity area and sighed as he headed back to the dormitory to shower.

It looked like he wouldn’t be among the first to obtain the first Breathing Technique of the God of Thunder.

Tuan Zi, beside him, carefully tugged his sleeve: “It’s okay? No need to envy them; we’ll also get the cultivation heritage sooner or later, just a matter of a few days.”

Sun Chu Ci nodded.

But he knew, in such a fiercely competitive school, being two days late for the first Breathing Technique might mean being two months late for the second, and for the third, could it be two years?

Sometimes life is like this, falling behind at one step, and forever lagging behind.

“Sorry,” Sun Chu Ci smiled: “For dragging you to the Agricultural College with me.”

“What are you saying,” Tuan Zi said with an embarrassed smile.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a warm, large hand holding hers, and she grinned widely.

Tomboys are tomboys, the smile wasn’t good-looking at all.

But the smile was pure.

While smiling, Tuan Zi suddenly said: “Hey, look at that loli over there.”

Sun Chu Ci turned to look, and to his astonishment, saw XiaoTongyun leap high on the volleyball court. With the evening sun at her back, she delivered a thunderous spike, smashing the volleyball to pieces.

He immediately felt uneasy: “That’s Li Tongyun from Daylight, right? This isn’t a loli; this is obviously an Arhat!”

Tuan Zi: “Hahaha.”

Thinking about Daylight, Sun Chu Ci scratched his head: “I wonder where that boss went. Ever since returning with the crew, I haven’t seen him again. We can’t even join Daylight.”

Tuan Zi: “Yeah, if we could join Daylight, we wouldn’t have to go through all this trouble.”

“Let’s go, everyone has their destiny. Maybe that boss has forgotten about us,” Sun Chu Ci said, pulling Tuan Zi away: “By the way, with this crossing, we might have to go into the wilderness again. The supplies left by that boss before might not be enough. We still have to rely on our own hands. I’ll call Liu Ming. We’ll gather everyone tonight to discuss where to hunt after crossing.”

Standing in the sunset, he dialed the phone, and his companion Liu Ming answered.