A series of heavy coughs, and Mu Chen walked in.
"Master Mu."
"Dear students, I believe you have all heard about the matter of the end-of-year assessment."
Mu Chen swept a glance over everyone.
Due to the approaching end of the year, the old students in the Shaking Light Class, some of whom Xin Lin usually hadn't seen, had all hurried back to Qingtian Academy.
I believe these people have also heard about the end-of-year assessment.
The number of students in the Shaking Light Class suddenly increased.
Most of the academy, upon hearing about the end-of-year assessment, had eyes shining with anticipation.
"You should also have heard about the Little Eagle Chick Conference, there are only three slots for the Little Eagle Chick Conference."
Mu Chen deliberately emphasized the word "three."
The sparkle in nearly all the new students' eyes dimmed.
Three slots for a total of eight classes, on average not even one slot per class.
