Although Ji Xiuyin wanted to keep a low profile, everyone was in the same classroom. As the campus sensation of the moment, even if he wanted to play the pig to eat the tiger, he couldn't do it.
"Holy moly! Come and see! Old Ji's teammates..."
"What the hell, why are you so surprised? Acting like you've never seen the world, embarrassing our Class Two... What the hell! What is this? Four National Guardian-level teammates?"
"Undying Gentleman, Indian Body, Blazing Rock Funeralist, Yi King..."
"Damn it! I'm gonna hurl! With this lineup, what chance do the others have? Just call it in eight minutes, okay?"
"Could Ji Xiuyin actually be the legendary Child of Destiny? With luck like this, I'm starting to suspect he awakened some Luck-Based Superpower!"
"Not necessarily! Some people's luck just defies science, not even a superpower can explain it. Just look at that 'Extreme Cold' from Grass Hut Academy..."
This class was not happening.
