Zuo Hong and Li Shengsheng looked towards Songling together. The day after tomorrow, they would be admitted to the Imperial Academy, and it was also their first meeting.

  "Half a month ago, Song's family received a letter from the Imperial Academy, wanting to recruit some array masters, and I was selected."

  The Song family is a lineage of formation masters, with some reputation in the Imperial City, and it was originally because of this reason.

  The Great Yan Dynasty is not lacking in martial arts geniuses, alchemy geniuses, equipment-refining geniuses, and formation-setting geniuses are too rare, one person out of a hundred.

  Although Songling's boundary is low, it can be made up for through later acquisition. The college values his innate talent in array methods.

  The three of them nodded in understanding, so it was like this after all.

  "What bus number did you take?" asked Liu Wuxie.

  "Senior Class Three!"

  Songling hung his head in shame, if he had known it would be like this, he would rather not have come and stayed in Canglang City, being the young master of the Song family, with a lifetime of food and drink without worry.

  "Li Shixiong, is there any way we can get him into our Advanced Class 7?"

  Leaving Song Ling alone in Class 3 Special would still get him bullied, Liu Wuxie couldn't always take care of him, his gaze fell on Li Shengsheng.

  "This is probably a bit difficult. The advanced third class mainly uses formation methods, and our seventh class, you also know that the instructor doesn't even come once a week, and coming to our seventh class would actually delay him."

  Li Shengsheng looked embarrassed, each class in the college had its own characteristics, for example, Advanced Class 3 focused on learning formations.

  When he reached Class 7 of Senior High, Song Ling's special talent was unfortunately buried.

  "In fact, the instructor of Class 3 is not even as good as my brother, from now on I'll learn formation knowledge from my brother."

  Songling was still his usual carefree self, speaking without reserve, straightforward and to the point, leaving Liu Wuxie with a headache.

  It's outrageous to say that the three-class instructors are inferior to Liu Wuxie. If this were to be heard by others, it would likely result in punishment.

  Songling was just telling the truth, without any intention of mocking the instructor. As for Liu Dage's formation method, he had personally experienced it. In the past few days, while studying in the third class, those knowledge were far inferior compared to Liu Dage's.

  "Who is so arrogant as to say that our three classes' instructors are inferior to others?"

  As soon as Songling's voice fell, a cold shout came from behind the screen not far away, and the conversation on this side was heard in its entirety on that side.

  A rustling sound came from behind the screen, and several people got up from their chairs, lifted the screen, and walked over in this direction.

  "Alright! So it was you, this piece of trash."

  There were six people in total. Four of them wore cyan robes, and the other two wore purple robes. The voice came from a man wearing a cyan robe in the middle.

  Saw a few people, Songling stumbled and joined the Imperial Academy, but suffered no less humiliation at their hands.

  "Jiang Hua Shixiong, I didn't mean it like that!"

  Songling didn't want to trouble Liu Dage again, so he stood up voluntarily, admitting that he had misspoken earlier and didn't know that someone from the third class was having dinner here, nor did he mean to insult the instructor.

  Six people walked up to Liu Wuxie's table, two men wearing purple robes gazed at Zuo Hong, their eyes narrowing.

  "You're really getting arrogant, Third Class has taken you in and you've disgraced them, you trash, and yet you still think about transferring to another class."

  Jiang Hua's tone grew colder and colder, a terrifying killing intent crushing down on Song Ling.

  Songling is now unable to speak clearly, being tightly suppressed by Jiang Hua's momentum, and can't say a word. No matter what he says, Jiang Hua will take the opportunity to counterattack him.

  From start to finish, Liu Wuxie didn't say a word. This was their third class's business, and he didn't want to get too involved. He just wanted to let Songling stay away from that place. As for the way of formation, he casually pointed it out, and could surpass most people in the Imperial Academy.

  "Songling, come to our class 7 tomorrow!"

  Liu Wuxie put down his wine cup and said calmly, without looking at Jiang Hua, "I'm not interested in getting involved in this matter."

  The result was announced without consulting anyone.

  "Kid, what are you thinking? He wants to switch classes and must get the instructor's approval."

  Jiang Hua's eyes were icy cold as he looked at Liu Wuxie, like two poisonous stings.

  The sound was very loud and spread throughout the entire second floor. Many people lifted their screens, walked out from behind, and gathered around, still unclear what had happened.

  Zuo Hong let out a wry smile, he had long known that Liu Wuxie was not someone to be trifled with. He shook his head, knowing in his heart that he had nothing to do with Liu Wuxie. From the perspective of being friends, letting Song Ling change classes was only reasonable.

  Who would have thought that the students from Class 3 were also dining here, and Song Ling's words were once again overheard by them, distorting the facts.

  "Then let's find the instructor and drop out of class tomorrow!"

  Liu Wuxie still didn't get angry, as if he was saying it for Songling to hear, or as if he was saying it for Jiang Hua to hear.

  Since it has already been heard by people from three classes, there is no need to hide and retreat when it's time to retreat.

  "You little brat, do you think Class 3 is a place where you can come and go as you please?"

  Dropping out is a disavowal of this class, and it's also a great shame for other students and the instructor.

  The Imperial Academy rarely has cases of students dropping out, and Liu Wuxie's refusal to join the Genius Class was also suppressed by them, thinking that it was too disdainful of the Genius Class.

  "Take advantage of me not being angry yet and get out of here immediately. Tomorrow I will personally take Songling to drop out of class."

  Liu Wuxie suddenly lifted his head, his eyes scanning towards Jiang Hua, an overwhelming aura rushed forth, Jiang Hua was frightened and took a step back, Liu Wuxie's gaze was too terrifying.

  Li Sheng lowered his head, unsure of what to say. It seemed like Liu Shi-di hadn't even officially started attending class in Class 7 yet, and so many things had happened in just one short day.

  "Zuo Hong, this person is so arrogant, is he your friend?"

  At this time, one of the two men in purple robes who had walked with Jiang Hua spoke up and ignored Liu Wuxie, asking Zuo Hong instead.

  "He is my brother!"

  Zuo Hong's response was beyond everyone's expectations. His brothers and friends listened with similar words, but the difference inside was like heaven and earth.

  Friends can be divided into many kinds, there are those who would go through thick and thin with you, as well as ordinary drinking buddies.

  Brothers are different, brothers are like hands and feet, already no different from oneself.

  "Your brother is so arrogant!"

  The man in purple robes narrowed his eyes, and Zuo Hong's answer made him feel a sense of astonishment. His face grew colder and colder, showing no fear towards Zuo Hong.

  "You're also very arrogant!"

  This answer doesn't seem like Zuo Hong's character, is this still the Zuo Hong that Liu Wuxie knows?

  Always gentle and elegant, treating everyone with courtesy, never speaking excessively, but today's Zuo Hong has already lost his temper twice for Liu Wuxie.

  "Are you sure you want to intervene in this matter?"

  The man in purple continued to ask, wanting to get an answer from Zuo Hong's mouth.

  "My brother has made it clear: tomorrow we will be leaving class. If there's nothing else, please don't disturb us while we're having our meal."

  Zuo Hong waved his hand and let them leave, unwilling to continue talking nonsense with them, affecting his appetite.

  After finishing speaking, they ignored them and continued drinking. Jiang Hua and the others stood in place, gritting their teeth in anger.

  "We'll be waiting for your arrival tomorrow!"

  It was strange that the man in purple didn't continue to pester them and really took Jiang Hua away.

  Zuo Hong is present, it's hard to start a fight, can only wait till tomorrow and then come back fiercely. As long as the instructor of Class 3 doesn't agree to drop out, let's see what this kid will do.

  The six of them went down the stairs to the first floor, and the onlookers also gradually dispersed.

  "Brother Sun, why don't we just get rid of them directly."

  Jiang Hua was puzzled and asked the purple-robed man who had just spoken, "Liu Wu Xie openly provoked three classes, not putting them in his eyes at all."

  "Don't worry, Zuo Hong is here. If he makes a move, he'll also step in to intervene. You all go back and prepare for now. Tomorrow, let them come and not return."

  Sun Shixiong's mouth corner revealed a cruel smile, he also came out from the third class, having special feelings for the third class. Last year, he successfully promoted to Xuanzi number student and today coincidentally met with the third class students.

  I didn't expect to encounter such a thing, as a third-class student who walked out, how can I give up like this.

  Four people were full of wine and food, it was already midnight, Zuo Hong personally sent Liu Wu Xie back.

  "I won't see you off!"

  Turning around and walking into the courtyard, Liu Wuxie nodded to Zuo Hong, the environment of the college was more familiar to him than to himself, this kindness he would remember in his heart, too many thanks would sound pretentious and unfamiliar.

  "Do I need to come over tomorrow?"

  Zuo Honglin asked before leaving after all.

  Men must have self-respect, especially someone like Liu Wu Xie. Zuo Hong knew this very well and decided to bring it up himself.

  "No need, thank you for your kindness, Left Brother."

  Liu Wuxie knew he was kind and didn't want to mention it himself, so he asked him to step in and calm things down. This small matter, he could have handled it himself.

  "Okay, I'll come back and see you in a few days!"

  Zuo Hong didn't pretend, he believed that Liu Wu Xie could handle tomorrow's affairs, because he also wanted to see how many secrets were still hidden on his body.

  Songling's words didn't seem like a lie, could it be that Liu Wuxie's innate talent for array techniques was really that strong?

  See off Zuo Hong, Li Shengsheng hasn't left yet, with a worried face, thinking of going to the third class tomorrow to drop out, his legs are trembling, the third class is notoriously difficult.

  "Li Shixiong, you go back and rest first, I still have something to attend to."

  Liu Wuxie didn't want to implicate Li Shengsheng, Songling considered him as his own brother, he couldn't just sit back and do nothing.

  Li Shengsheng wanted to say something, but was stopped by Liu Wuxie, who told him not to say anything else. Some things didn't need to be said, and both of them understood each other in their hearts.

  Everyone is just a fleeting encounter, what Li Sheng did today has already made Liu Wuxie very grateful, he just fulfilled his own recruitment task.

  Heaving a sigh, Li Sheng turned and left.

  Songling returned at this time and was beaten by them, following Liu Wuxie back to the house.

  "What did you learn in your third class?"

  Dropping out tomorrow isn't that simple, can't avoid a fight. Liu Wuxie wants to know more about the third class, solve the Songling matter early and enter the Yangyang Cave for training after getting the reward.

  Having joined the Imperial Academy for two days, troubles kept coming one after another, Liu Wuxie was getting annoyed. He had to quickly increase his strength. Xue Pinzhi would definitely counterattack after being slapped in the face, and also Bai Qiong would think of ways to secretly deal with him.

  Songling joined the Imperial Academy for no more than five days and poured out all the knowledge he had learned in three classes.

  "Is that all?"

  Songling finished speaking, and Liu Wuxie's eyebrows slightly furrowed. These were all superficial aspects of formation techniques. Could it be that the Empire Academy's understanding of formation techniques was so backward?

  The formation of the ten-mile-long street and the Xuanmen Formation are not low in level. The Imperial Academy should still have hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

  The local dialect is just for beginners, and it's normal to get a little confused at first.