"Hey, I heard Gao Junwei and his younger brother, who's in tenth grade, transferred schools together."

"Heh, it's his own fault for being such a moron. Besides a few lackeys who nod and bow around him all day, who in the class even bothered with him?"

"Speaking of which, Han Jiangxue's younger brother is really strong. I feel like a tenth grader is more powerful than anyone in our year from the medical department?"

"Did you forget who their parents are?"

"Alright, alright, stop talking. Haven't you guys noticed how Han Jiangxue usually treats the classmates? She's so good to you all, and you're still talking behind her back."

"Good how? She hasn't said a word to me in two years."

"Are you out of your mind? She saved your whole team's life in the Snow Plains last year, didn't she?"

"Dude, you're mistaken. It wasn't my team she saved, it was Su Rou's team. Su Rou and I aren't on the same team."

"..."

"Don't talk about her parents, you don't even know her family situation."

As Han Jiangxue and Xia Yan entered the classroom, the buzzing discussions abruptly stopped.

At the same time, in the ninth and tenth grade buildings, Director Gao Aimin bitterly handed Jiang Xiao over to a middle-aged female teacher. He looked at the good seedling from ninth grade with a great sense of reluctance as he left for eleventh grade.

Jiangbin No. 1 High School's management was quite detailed. Director Gao Aimin was responsible for the ninth-grade awakeners. He never expected that Jiang Xiao, whom he initially somewhat disliked, would now be beyond his reach, skipping a grade and leaving.

The middle-aged woman was about 165cm tall, her hair neatly styled in a bun at the back of her head. She wore a black women's suit, looking mature and capable.

On the way from the ninth-grade building to the eleventh-grade building, the middle-aged female teacher thoroughly and comprehensively investigated Jiang Xiao.

Jiang Xiao really thought the word "investigate" was appropriate because the way this teacher spoke always made Jiang Xiao feel like he was a criminal suspect, and she was a police officer.

It was said that she was the homeroom teacher of Class 1 in eleventh grade, and her name was Ye Lanxiang.

Listen to that name,

So fragrant!

However, Teacher Ye was a homeroom teacher mainly responsible for cultural studies and was not an awakener herself.

Due to the special nature of the awakened students, coupled with the special nature of the national unified examination for awakeners,

Awakened students would have two "homeroom teachers," one in the traditional sense, and the other more like a "coach."

These two homeroom teachers, one focused on internal affairs, and the other on external affairs.

One focused on book knowledge, and the other focused on practical training.

The content of the awakener exam was relatively rich, including theoretical professional knowledge assessment, individual assessment, and team assessment.

The individual assessment was not dangerous, simply involving a physical examination and assessment of Star Power level, but it was a rigid indicator for some colleges to recruit candidates.

The truly dangerous part was the team assessment.

The team assessment was a real fight, divided into several levels, with the option to choose examiners or dimensional creatures as opponents.

The safest opponent was, of course, the human examiner, at least they wouldn't really kill you.

But in contrast, your score may not be very high.

If you were confident enough not to fight the examiner, but to choose a more dangerous dimensional creature, the officials would also provide dimensional creatures of different danger levels, or even provide different danger levels of dimensional venues.

Choosing different combat opponents would make a big difference in the final score.

The examiner would comprehensively assess a person's role in the team based on the different competition objects and the team's performance, and then assess the score.

For team assessments, no matter how awesome you are, no matter how gifted you are, you still have to find three teammates to make up the numbers. Only a four-person team is eligible for the team exam.

China does not seem to advocate individual heroism.

Even if you are an extreme individual hero, please first have a team, and then show your abilities in your own team.

Of course, you don't have to worry about not having enough people. The school will carry out personnel control and resource allocation to ensure the students' due rights as much as possible.

In fact, when you first enter high school, the team you'll be with for the next three years is basically set. The teachers in ninth grade bear heavy responsibilities and are no less relaxed than the teachers in eleventh grade.

After all, the ninth-grade teachers will consider various factors, assembling and piecing together limited resources, trying to maximize the chemical effect of a four-person team.

The ninth-grade teachers will finalize the list of team members before the end of the first semester of ninth grade.

Unless there is a major accident, this lineup will basically remain until the college entrance examination.

All of this is for the final exam.

No matter how unruly you are, no matter how strong you are, no matter how much you look down on the surrounding masses, if you want to go to college for further study, please write four big words on your face before the college entrance examination: Team First.

Even if you have to pretend, you have to pretend that you are very gregarious.

In addition, it's not enough to just pretend, you must try your best to highlight your value and role in the team, and the important thing is what you can bring to the team.

There is a reason why it is called a "team" assessment.

The so-called final exam, once you get over this hurdle, everything will be much easier when you go to college.

However, due to the inheritance of the education system and the ideas that have been cultivated and instilled over the years, even in college, the honor of team competitions is far more valued and weighty than the honor of individual competitions.

These are relatively far away from Jiang Xiao. At this time, what is closer to Jiang Xiao is the wooden door of the classroom in front of him.

Eleventh Grade, Class 1.

Wow, this is amazing.

I actually got into the top class with a full nine Star Slots.

Where can you even argue with that?

The key is that Jiang Xiao didn't come here to sprint with all his strength, but to help three school bullies set sail.

No matter what the future holds, Jiang Xiao can be considered a success to have made it this far.

As soon as he entered the classroom, pairs of eyes looked over, and Jiang Xiao was a little unaccustomed.

It wasn't that Jiang Xiao wasn't used to being watched by these seniors, after all, Jiang Xiao had experienced big scenes, the whole school had watched him, and he could be cheeky and unrestrained without delay.

Moreover, these so-called seniors were 6 or 7 years younger than Jiang Xiao.

The problem is...

The awakener class was a bit different from the classes Jiang Xiao used to attend.

When Jiang Xiao was in high school, two people sat at one desk.

But the awakener class had fewer students, only 24 in total. The spacious classroom had only 24 single desks, and there was no bustling atmosphere at all.

You know, when Jiang Xiao was in school, there were 50 or 60 people in a class, which was very lively, and some students were about to sit on the podium.

Looking at the classroom in front of him, wasn't it too deserted?

The "you at the same table" in his dream was gone,

There wasn't even a desk mate,

Not to mention "asking you to borrow half an eraser,"

Let whoever wants to braid long hair braid it.

Moreover, Jiang Xiao now lived alone in a six-person dormitory, and the bed in the dormitory was also an upper bunk.

Don't even think about "the brother sleeping on my upper bunk," if you sleep any higher, you can only sleep against the ceiling.

It was also wishful thinking to have a brother to share a cigarette with. Jiang Xiao was the only one in the whole dormitory, and there was no one to talk to.

Jiang Xiao sighed in his heart, his dream of beauty would never come back.

However, although the classroom was no longer crowded and there were no brothers on the upper bunk,

There were stacks of books. The homeroom teacher had specially left two high and thick stacks of books on Jiang Xiao's desk.

Okay,

At least some things haven't changed.

Yes,

Jiang Xiao felt a little sorry for himself.