Wang Jin suddenly woke up from the bed and saw the sunlight streaming in from the window. For a moment, he felt as if he was in another world.
"The old man..."
Wang Jin hadn't recovered from the shock just now, and the shocking sword he saw before leaving the dream world seemed to flash before his eyes.
He couldn't imagine what level of power that old man was.
I just glanced at the old man among the memory fragments in my mind, and was actually noticed by the old man who had been separated for who knows how many years.
Not only that, the old man seemed to have reversed the years and crossed the long river of time and space. With the help of this vague connection and the intuition at a startling glance, he slashed out such a shocking sword towards Wang Jin!
Although there was only a distance between memories, what Wang Jin felt at that moment was unparalleled terror.
The sense of terror brought about by an extremely intense life-and-death crisis was completely different from what Wang Jin had felt when he was fighting that zombie.
It was a feeling of truly approaching death. At that moment, Wang Jin even had an illusion.
If he was struck by that sword, not even the dream space could save him!
Under that sword, Wang Jin couldn't even think of any resistance. He felt the incomparable power of destruction. Under such a powerful force, any struggle was in vain.
He even had a vague intuition.
If you are struck by this sword, not only will you be shattered into pieces in the dream world, but even yourself in the real world will disappear into thin air!
What kind of terrifying method is this? Crossing time and space, breaking through reality, what kind of strong man is the old man?
This is even beyond Wang Jin's cognition. At least in his cognition, although the Dongxuan realm is strong, it is far from possible to reach such a point.
Dong Dong.
While Wang Jin was still a little frightened, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Then came a cautious voice: "Brother Jin, are you awake?"
Wang Jin stood up and opened the door, and it was Huang Mao who stood outside the door.
"Brother Jin, today is the freshman assembly, you must not forget..."
Huang Mao said cautiously.
"Don't worry, I know."
Although Wang Jin nodded on the surface, he actually forgot about this matter.
There are two completely different worlds between dreams and reality. In addition, Wang Jin hunts zombies every day in the dream world and obtains the zombies' memory fragments. Every time, it seems like he is experiencing a new life.
This also caused Wang Jin to gradually lose his sense of time. Every time he woke up, he could not tell the difference between reality and a dream.
"Where is the restaurant? Take me there."
After giving a faint instruction, Huang Mao quickly led the way. Wang Jin closed the door and followed Huang Mao out of the dormitory building and all the way to the restaurant.
As one of the top-ranked universities in the entire Daxia, it is natural that the arrangements for student dining at Daxia’s First Army Wuhan University cannot be bad. The first moment he walked into the restaurant, Wang Jin even felt like walking into the fifth
It feels like a star hotel, spacious, bright and clean.
From the rows of windows, the aroma of food that makes people want to eat comes out, and melodious music floats in the restaurant.
Wang Jin casually went to the window to buy something for breakfast. He left the window with his things and found a seat to sit down. Huang Mao quickly followed suit.
"Brother Jin, I wrote the speech you asked me to write for you that day."
Huang Mao took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Wang Jin: "Brother Jin, don't worry, I was deducted three points for my college entrance examination essay. There is absolutely no problem with this speech!"
Wang Jin took the speech and stuffed it into his pocket without even reading it.
Naturally, he himself was too lazy to prepare a speech, so he gave this task to Huang Mao. After all, this kid ranked around 100 in the national college entrance examination, so this little thing should not be a problem for him.
"Brother Jin, you have to be prepared today. I heard from several classmates from other schools that today at our Daxia First Army Wuhan University freshmen meeting, it is very likely that many students from other schools will come to cause trouble..."
Huang Mao said with some worry. He had just heard the news today. It was said that not only the new students but also the old students were making trouble.
After all, Wang Jin's limelight that day was so great that he defeated all the freshmen in Beidou Seven Schools by himself, including a few old students.
This has simply made Beidou Seven Schools a laughing stock among many universities in the capital.
Looking at the history of Wuhan University, the First Army of Great Xia, this kind of thing has never happened before.
A few old students will first teach the newly admitted freshmen a lesson and kill their spirit, and then take them to the First Army of Great Xia, Wuhan University, and ravage the freshmen of the First Army of Great Xia, Wuhan University, so that they can regain their confidence.
, this is the unwritten tradition of Beidou Seven Schools for so many years.
Although many old students disdain to do such a thing, this does not mean that they can tolerate their school's reputation being trampled by a new student who has just entered the school.
Therefore, Huang Mao got the news this time. This time, the freshmen meeting of Daxia First Army Wuhan University may have attracted many old students from Beidou Seven Schools. When Wang Jin takes the stage to speak, those old students from Beidou Seven Schools will probably
Get into trouble here.
"No matter how much waste comes, it's useless."
Wang Jin drank the last mouthful of porridge from the bottom of the bowl and stood up slowly: "Let's go to the auditorium. I feel a little uncomfortable sitting here with people from other schools everywhere."
Huang Mao, who was getting up, didn't understand what Wang Jin meant at first. When he was halfway up, he suddenly realized the meaning of Wang Jin's words, with a bit of disbelief in his eyes.
He looked at the students sitting in the restaurant one by one under the melodious music.
The students were both male and female, and some looked delicate and some were rough. However, at this moment, when Huang Mao turned his head to look over, he collided with the glances cast by these people in unison.
These people seemed to have their eyes on the two of them from the very beginning, but Huang Mao never noticed it.
"The people sitting in this restaurant...are all people from Beidou Seven Schools?"
Huang Mao realized this and his body became a little stiff: "How did Brother Jin know this? He has only been here for the second day, so how can he tell that these people in the restaurant are not from our school but from the Big Dipper School?"
"What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and lead the way?"
Wang Jin's urging voice came.
Huang Mao came back to his senses and quickly caught up with Wang Jin. However, when he left the restaurant, he couldn't help but look back at the restaurant.
The restaurant was very quiet, with only melodious music floating. Everyone's eyes were always fixed on the two people's leaving figures. At this time, when Huang Mao turned around, he still collided with everyone's eyes without exception.
Huang Mao's heart suddenly pounded, and he quickly turned his head, not daring to look back, and left the restaurant with Wang Jin.