Heaven Awakening Path

Zhi Ling City, West Hehe Street.

The sun has just risen and the streets are already full of people. Instead, the vendors who usually set up stalls on the streets are all like an appointment, and none of them show up today.

Residents near West and Street have become accustomed to the day: the annual day of signing up for the Spirit District Points Convention.

There is only one conditional limitation on enrollment: it must be the student status of the college. Although the age of pupils is not compulsory in colleges, it is also mostly young men and women under the age of twenty. From the street to the end of the street, there's a cheerful face.

A lot of people came in last night, waited here all night, and still looked forward to it. For too many people, the Pointe Convention is enough to change their life trajectory. Those who have not heard of it may be renowned for their continent; those who have been despised may be given this high visibility. Being an official, being rich, having more power, standing at the top of your life… all have the potential to become a reality.

But the first thing to do is to win, to keep winning.

Competition is brutal.

According to the list of points set by the Pointe Assembly, there are only fifty. And now, just as the sun first rises, people gathered in the streets can be considered a thousand people. This is just the beginning, and the registration for the General Assembly is for three days. Every year, there are no fewer than 10,000 students enrolled in the college.

No threshold, identity only. Such easy enrollment conditions make it possible for many junior college students to come and have a good time. Born calf, fearless to sign a letter of life and death.

At this time, there are few minutes left before the start of enrollment. West Hehe Square ad hoc registration desk, all kinds of things are ready, and finally moving to the stage is a basket of pompous waist cards.

Every pompous medal has a unique number, and when you get a pompous medal, you will officially become a member of the pompous convention, and hopefully, it will also be completely lit at this moment.

In the countdown, all the teenagers have stared and looked forward to that moment. As if a starting line had been set in front of them, from this moment on they would have to compete and run.

The persons on the stage who are responsible for registering have been seated. The time has not yet come, but an inadvertent "start” has been uploaded from the stage.

The sound was not loud and there was no incentive, but it was clear, from the street to the end of the street, ensuring that everyone on the street could hear it.

Those who adhere to time have not responded at all at this time, but many more have flowed immediately to the stage.

Power, speed. This is merely a sign up, which has already shown that many people have been collided and are about to fall, but those on the stage are simply watching calmly and have no intention of maintaining order at all.

Soon, an agile teenager first landed on the registration counter.

“Me, sign up!” He said proudly.

The first sign up, it doesn't make any real sense, it's just a great color. He was willing to fight for this, and he stood silently, day and night, in this street near the closest spot on the registration counter, waiting for this moment.

Because he's gonna be number one.

Be number one from the time you sign up until you get a little bit of an example.

And now he's got a perfect start.

“College, name.” The man sitting in front of him seemed completely unable to feel his excitement and joy, and he asked with his head up.

Bang

groaned.

Firmly on the ground, fists hit the body's voice.

The first teenager flew out with agility and was then rushed up. The teenager, who was not tall, but sturdy, punched him in the face.

“Sky Academy, Zhao Gang!” He answered the question just posed by the person before him.

The person in charge of the registration still did not raise his head, as if he had not heard that punch, as if he did not know that the first young man on stage had been beaten.

Sky Academy, Zhao Gang.

He immediately wrote down the name, then took one out of the whole basket of waist cards, glanced at it and threw it in front of Zhao Gang.

Two thousand nine hundred twenty-one. He wrote behind Zhao Gang's name.

Zhao Gang, who successfully received the waist medal, also saw the number 2921 on the back of the waist medal.

“Why not one!” He asked, a little angry.

“Who told you it would be one?” The person in charge of signing up in front of him finally raised his head and finally looked at the person who signed up in front of him, but his eyes quickly bypassed him and quickly fell behind Zhao Gang to rush to the stage of another.

“College, name.” He still said that Zhao Gang had become air in front of him.

“I was the first to sign up, and of course it should be number one!” Zhao Gang was not necessarily so obsessed with the number one, but his disregard made him extremely upset. He is at the Sky Academy. That is the ringing number one. This trip to Zhiling City, Zhiling District, to participate in the Spirit Convention, is to...

Bang

groaned.

Very similar to the previous sound, it was also sturdy, with fists hitting the body.

Zhao Gang couldn't even finish his mind, his body had flown out, he didn't even know where the punch came from and who the punch came from. He flew out of the registration counter and landed, falling all dusty, but his left hand had been unconsciously covered in his painful right shoulder. Then he saw the teenager who had been punched by him before, and he fell right next to him, in the same position as him, covering the same area.

The attack was exactly the same spot, the distance from the bombing was exactly the same, this punch, if not intentional, who believed?

“Who is it?” Zhao Gang stood up angrily from the ground and his ability to fight looked pretty good.

On the stage, a girl in red is standing in front of the registration counter.

Everyone will look at Zhao Gang over here and look at the girl on the stage again.

“Wind College, Su Tang.” The young girl was talking and didn't even look at Zhao Gang.

This skinny little girl punched herself in the air? Zhao Gang was incredible, but he looked at other people's faces and seemed to be really like this. Although the emotions in their eyes were different, at least they told him the same thing, and it was this little girl who punched him in the face.

The same style of waist medal was thrown in front of Su Tang. She picked it up and asked: "Can I sign up for someone else? ”

“No.” The other person still didn't lift his head.

Su Tang revealed his regrettable divinity and shook his head somewhere below the crowd, then walked down from the side of the registration counter.

Eh, it's after 12: 00, hurry to come out and show some more, and then, let's see it in the morning!