Chapter 1 Humiliation

"It's ridiculous. The spirit is too small to drive the pointer."

"It's been a year and a half, and my mental strength is still the same. It's basically zero. I'm sorry for him."

"I feel ashamed to say that I am in the same school as such a person."

"I don't know why he still has the face to stay in school."

"Look at his clothes, which are worse than my rag. I really don't know how the school allowed such a person to enter our school."

"He really deserves the reputation of the first waste in the history of our school."

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In the sarcasm and sarcasm of the people under the stage, Qin Yu slowly withdrew his hands on the magic stone and silently walked down the central platform. He was expressionless and ignored the people around him at all, as if they were air. At this time, he was like stones in many small sand, which were so out of place.

Over the past year, he has always kept his eyes on the expressions, movements and words of these people.

People can suffer all kinds of hardships, but they can't give in.

One day, he will definitely become a top magician, and he will definitely recover the humiliation he has suffered and make you regret it. Qin Yu clenched his fists tightly and thought fiercely in his heart.

No one knows how he practiced crazily in private. Even if he eats and sleeps, he is meditating bitterly. No one knows how he tortured the iron rod desperately to vent his anger.

But even if the meditation method has deeply entered his bone marrow, and even if the iron rod has been ground into a needle by him, he still can't make even a little progress in his spiritual power.

It has been a whole year and a half since the beginning of enrollment. Even if the person with the lowest qualifications has reached the late zero level, why has his spiritual strength not progressed? He thought bitterly. This is a question that he tries his best to think about every day in addition to practicing, but he can never find the answer.

The test was over and the crowd dispersed.

Under the sunset, under the tree, his figure was elongated, a lonely shadow, but his body was still straight, and his eyes were still persistent.

"Come and chase me." Suddenly, a girl's laughter and words came from the corner of the house, and then a figure rushed out of the corner and bumped into Qin Yu, who was meditating and couldn't avoid it.

At that moment, the two people bumped into each other's foreheads and fell to the ground together.

"Oh, it hurts." The person who came couldn't stand it and screamed in pain.

Qin Yu naturally fell down. He frowned, looked up, and saw the girl who collided with him. Her name was Hu Yi, who was in the same grade as him.

The girl wears exquisite clothes and looks like a rich lady.

Seeing that it was the waste that made her fall, the girl rubbed her red forehead and couldn't help saying angrily, "Waste, you don't have eyes."

Hearing the girl's words, Qin Yu, who had just got up from the ground, although his blood surged, he still calmly argued, "Miss Hu, you can't say that. You know who hit whom." At present, he hummed coldly in his heart that he was actually the one who complained first by the villain, and you would also bully the weak and fear the strong. If you meet someone who is stronger than himself, I'm afraid you will nod and bow down and quickly compensate, right?

"Yo, you are still reasonable. I said that you hit me. You didn't agree?" Touching the painful buttocks, Hu Yi said fiercely. She didn't expect that such a poor guy who had studied for a year and a half would dare to contradict herself.

"Is it reasonable?" At this time, Qin Yu, who was about to refute, felt a flower in front of him, and a figure suddenly rushed towards him, and then a palm print pressed on his chest.

The person came so fast that he didn't have time to react.

With a firm slap, Qin Yu retreated. At the same time, he felt a sweet throat, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help spraying out, dyeing the clothes on his chest red.

After the moment of this electric stone firelight, Qin Yu stood a young man in gorgeous clothes. Looking at the teenager who vomited blood, a trace of sneer flashed on his arrogant face, "Waste, fist is the truth."

After seeing the person coming, Qin Yu immediately gave up the idea of continuing to argue. He didn't expect that there was this person behind Hu Yi. He knew that he could not provoke the other party. If he continued to contradict the other party, the consequences might be unimaginable. The teenager's name is Chen Sanxian. He is a martial artist in the first grade of the warrior department. His martial arts skills are not good. He is just a ruffian hooligan, but his family is extremely rich, and he has something to do with the largest Liu family in the city. With these relationships, he is usually rampant.

The intense pain made Qin Yu angry, but he still resisted the anger in his heart, and then said tremblingly like a surrender, "Master Chen, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have hit Miss Hu."

Although this is a shame, I still have to put up with it. In order to continue to study in school and understand the mystery left by Grandpa, I must put up with it. One day, I will let you know that fists are the taste of reason. Qin Yu thought fiercely in his heart.

"It's your acquaintance." Looking at Qin Yu, who changed so quickly, Chen Sanxian couldn't help but feel complacent. He thought he was afraid. After admiring it, he said to himself, "In the future, my eyes will be bright, otherwise I won't be so polite next time."

"Well, rubbish, if I hadn't been happy to see Chen Shao, I wouldn't have let you go so easily. Remember to carry shoes for your aunt in the future, haha. Hu Yi's face was full of sneering. He walked past Qin Yu and raised his hand to slap him, but then stopped and said contemptuously, "I'm really afraid of getting my hands dirty when I hit you."

"Xiaoyi, let's go. Don't waste time on waste." After saying that, Chen Sanxian hummed a minor tune and took Hu Yi's hand and left.

Looking at the figure of the two people far away, the teenager clenched his fists so hard that his nails fell into the flesh, but he did not realize it.

It took him a long time to feel the pain from his chest. Looking at the blood-stained clothes on his chest, there was a trace of ridicule at the corners of his mouth and muttered that it seemed that it would be troublesome to clean the dress. Then he turned his head and walked towards the school gate.

Qin Yu, who walked out of the school gate, walked towards his small nest. His home was in the slum, on the southern edge of Pasta City, a small dilapidated house, and many such houses in the slum were connected.

However, on the road, he did not find that the ring stained with his blood flashed abruptly, and then a faint blue light slowly rotated the ring. With the rotation of the blue light, a light curtain popped out of the ring, and some words appeared in the light curtain.

Blood type: unknown (Oh, my God, how is that possible, is it...), gender: male, appearance: disabled, height: 175, thin, others are skipped, start the ceremony of recognition and begin to integrate.

After a long time, the text and blue light disappeared quickly, as if nothing had ever happened.