C1 (1/2)

”Ye Feng, wake up, Ye Feng?”

Faintly, Ye Feng heard someone calling his name.

He felt very strange. Hadn't he been ambushed and died? How could he still hear it?

”How could this trash have the face to meet others?” Another high-pitched voice mocked, ”A poor bastard who can't even afford the training fees actually dares to write a love letter to Zhao Yanyan. Isn't he asking for a beating?”

”I heard that he offended Jiang Qian, causing his father's clinic to crumble.”

”Jiang Qian? The Awakened ones from the South City area? ”

”Hehe, who says I am?”

”Enough, he is already unlucky enough. Say less!” The first voice stopped everyone's discussion, and turned to touch Ye Feng's forehead: ”Aiya, it's so hot, could it be that you're sick?”

The cool sensation on his head made Ye Feng finally believe that these people were talking to him.

He suddenly quivered and raised his head. His tightly shut eyes opened and shot out a beam of light.

”Great, you're finally awake!”

A pretty face with a pair of large eyes, slightly immature, appeared in his line of sight.

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment before realizing that the one who had woken him was a sixteen or seventeen year old girl.

He turned his gaze away from the girl's face and looked at his surroundings.

This was a large classroom, and around it were all kinds of Vicious Beast s. Dozens of youths, both male and female, were sitting cross-legged on the ground, all wearing the same type of training uniform. The only difference was that they had more or less white lines embroidered on their sleeves.

Ye Feng was a little baffled by the unfamiliar environment they were in. He asked in a daze, ”Where is this place?”

The girl next to him did not notice that he had changed. She asked with concern, ”Are you alright?”

”Hmph, this trash's acting is quite good!” Behind him, the shrill voice sneered once again.

This time, Ye Feng heard it clearly.

He turned his head to look and noticed that it was a sturdy youth with a red ribbon wrapped around his forehead. The others only had two or three white stripes embroidered on his sleeves, but this boy had five white stripes embroidered on his sleeves, making him seem a bit extraordinary.

Ye Feng frowned, but just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt an intense pain in his head.

After a long while, he finally understood what had happened.

The former him had indeed died.

But strangely, his consciousness did not dissipate. Instead, it fused together with this youth who had the same surname and surname as him but was only 18 years old.

His father had opened a small clinic in the Linjiang City. His family was considered rich, which was why he had the money to take part in the Body Arts training courses when he was on vacation.