Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

Shuang Gang was carrying several bags containing meat, eggs, milk, rice, flour, grain and oil.

To celebrate Ding Yi's admission to school, the family chose to have a sumptuous dinner to commemorate him.

The next day, Ding Yi put on his small schoolbag, looked around at the crying and wailing little kids, waved goodbye to Shuang Gang, looked disdainful, and walked into Tianchang School with his head held high.

Shuang Gang stretched out his hand, ready to hug and comfort, but he didn't have the chance to say the words he had prepared.

Ding Yi has already gone in.

Shuang Gang was almost depressed and he reflected deeply on whether he was not caring enough about his son.

Ding Yi spent a happy day at Tianchang School. He folded his hands and sat coldly on a chair. When the teacher finally coaxed the crying children to behave, he suddenly said, "Your parents don't want you anymore."

"Wow wow wow~~~"

The teacher who had just been praising Ding Yi and took him as a role model, now looked at him with disapproval and blame.

While other children were crying, Ding Yi slipped into the cafeteria and shouted to each window one by one.

"Hello Grandpa! Hello Grandma! Hello Uncle! Hello Auntie!"

The three-year-old child has a soft and adorable voice, and his big eyes are narrowed with laughter on his chubby face.

"Hello, little friend! Why are you alone?"

"Oh, don't mention it." Ding Yi sighed in a mature manner, "They are all crying. It's giving me a headache, and my stomach doesn't like to hear them making a fuss. Auntie, is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

After eating and drinking, Ding Yi strolled around the school. The school was too big, so he could only visit a small corner and then strolled back to the classroom.

The freshman class of a first-tier college is distributing snacks. Even the snacks are in cube shape and smell sweet.

Ding Yi sniffed, ran back quickly, sat up straight, and waited for the teacher to hand out snacks.

The other little kids sobbed and refused to eat.

After finishing his snacks, Ding Yi felt still not full, so he raised his hand to signal, "If he doesn't want to eat, I'll eat."

Without waiting for the teacher to answer, he rushed over, grabbed the snacks on the plate and returned to his seat.

There are currently nearly a thousand students in the first-level college, divided into thirty or forty classes. Ding Yi's class is a freshman class with more than thirty students, all of whom have just enrolled.

Half a year later, they will take the first assessment. Those who pass will enter the second-level college, and those who fail will be transferred to other classes in the first-level college.

The freshman class is vacated to welcome the next batch of new students.

The teacher is permanent, but the students are transient.

Ding Yi would get up on time every day without being called, happily carry his small schoolbag to go to school, and come back in the evening with a bag full of snacks.

There were delicious foods that Shuanglai had never tasted before, and he couldn't stop praising Ding Yi every day, and the latter's tail was almost raised to the sky.

After a week, the crying child gradually adapted to school life, forgot that his parents and relatives were not around for the time being, and started chasing and playing.

As other people’s exercise increased, Ding Yi had fewer snacks.

In another week, the children in the freshman class also started studying in school.

There are cultural classes in the morning, no timetable, and I have to take everything with me.

What to learn depends on which teacher walks into the classroom first.

In the afternoon, during the martial arts class, the little guys who were three or four heads tall became so weak in the legs and feet that they couldn’t hold on for long.

Seeing this, Ding Yi ran over to help the teacher maintain order.

All the teachers in the freshman class knew Ding Yi because of how tough he was at the beginning of the school year. They didn't expect that he could be even more tough.

Ding Yi is sweet-talker, capable, and mentally mature, but he doesn't fit in with the group of little kids.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and children are no exception.

Once again, the little kids cried and refused to squat, and at the same time set their sights on Ding Yi.

"Why doesn't he use it?"

Half an hour of horse stance can be accumulated. Ding Yi had already completed the task while they were crying and making a fuss.

When being questioned, Ding Yi folded his hands, raised his chin, and looked disdainful.

Now, everyone's self-esteem was damaged and they were all furious.

A group of fearless little kids rushed forward, "Shuangsu, you dare to look down on me? I'll beat you up."

The one who is making noises is obviously a favored one.

The martial arts class was not taught class by class, but by the entire freshman class together. Hundreds of people rushed forward, with Ding Yi as the focus.

The teachers came over in a hurry and told the reckless little brat to make sure nothing happened.

Rushing closer, the teacher was dumbfounded.

The surrounded Ding Yi seemed to possess ancient power. He was practicing a set of boxing techniques that he had just been taught, hitting each kid with one punch. Then he walked out from the middle as if covered in a rosy glow.

Looking at the little kids on the ground, you are pressing me and I am pressing you, crying with snot running down your face, it's so pitiful.

The entire huge and spacious classroom was filled with the sounds of ghosts howling and wolves howling, and it was impossible to hear what the teacher was saying.

"Shut up!" Ding Yi's cold voice came clearly from the noise.

"..."

"Wow wow wow~~~"

After a pause of a few seconds, louder crying sounded.

"Don't cry, or I'll beat you up."

"Snapped!"

He punched through the floor with one punch after another, using the same boxing technique he had just been taught.

The martial arts teacher standing outside the door had a burning gaze, but did not go in to dissuade them. He just watched them make a scene.

Little Bean: "..."

Finally, it was quiet. Ding Yi glanced at the whole room, clenched his chubby fist, and punched the table next to him, breaking it into pieces.

"..."

The scene became even quieter, and the little kid's breathing was barely audible.

Or maybe the teacher didn’t come to mediate the fight.

Ding Yi has carefully studied the Tianchang School handbook. Tianchang School particularly favors good students. As long as you can stand up and prove yourself, the school will protect you.

To prove yourself, you need to establish your authority, spread your reputation, and get the teacher's attention.

There are strict regulations for the freshman class, which requires a six-month transition period. Only after six months can the first assessment be taken to decide where to go.

Unless your ability matches your ambition, the teacher will write a recommendation letter for you and conduct an assessment in advance.

Ding Yi didn't want to follow the routine. As far as he knew, none of the two big-name figures who could reach level 24 in the academy, and even those who could reach level 20 or above, would choose to stay in the freshman class for the full six months.

Twelve years later, it becomes increasingly difficult.

The training model of Tianchang School also doesn't give people the opportunity to accumulate strength and achieve success later. You have to sing all the way from the beginning, defeat many competitors, step on the shoulders of teachers, and climb higher.

Once a child turns fifteen, the school will forcibly take back the admission card and immediately disconnect the teleportation charm from the admission card without notifying the individual.

Ding Yi, this was his original plan. There was no need to hide himself. If the person standing behind Tianchang didn't want him to have an easy life, he wouldn't let the other party have an easy life either. If he couldn't beat them, he still had a way out: leave.

It would be best if the people behind Tianchang just stopped caring about everything and let Tianchang run its own program so that everyone could live in peace.

Ding Yi guessed that the owner of Tianchang was most likely someone like him.

Ten years to sharpen a sword? No, in Tianchang, this path will not work.

Even if it takes ten years to sharpen a sword, there will be no time to wield it.

Each assessment must be applied for in advance. The time will automatically start from the moment the application is submitted. After one week, the assessment will officially begin. The scope of the assessment is related to the current scope of study and the assessment time is at least three days.

After passing the assessment, there must be a one-month study interval before entering the next assessment.

There is no skipping of grades and no continuous assessment.