He Ziang was a little dazed.
What does that mean?
But the next moment, he reacted.
Everyone in the backstage reacted.
Then they were all amused.
"Do you think you can surpass all of us?"
He Ziang was very angry.
His parents are both real gods.
He naturally has a sense of superiority over demigods.
Even though he is only a demigod now, with the resources of his family, it is only a matter of time before he becomes a real god!
In the future, he and these lowly demigods are destined to be people of two different classes!
"Do you think that you, a commoner, can surpass the nobles with family background?" A noble student stood up and said coldly.
"Where do you get the courage!"
Lu Yan shook his head, slowly, and said slowly, "I don't know if I can surpass all the nobles, but everyone here..."
At this point, Lu Yan paused.
He looked at Zhongli gently, "Please come behind me."
Then, he smiled and said, "Everyone here, in my eyes, is not worth mentioning!"
Liu Xiyue looked at Lu Yan with a confused face.
So, why did you only call Zhongli and not me?
Am I also a weakling in your eyes?
"You are looking for death!"
"Classmate, you are going the wrong way!"
"Hahaha, interesting! Really interesting! I must tell my friends later that there is a civilian student who is crazy and says he can surpass us!" Some
noble children shook their heads and sighed.
They did not take Lu Yan's words seriously.
It was just the crazy talk of a crazy civilian student.
It is a joke that civilian students can surpass noble students.
Not to mention other things, just the resources allocated to them by the family are numbers that even civilian students can never look up to in their lifetime.
Maybe there are civilian students who can surpass these noble children, but they are peerless geniuses!
Such people have long been famous.
They are used as pawns by the Federation to appease civilians and are widely publicized.
How can they appear here?
"By the way! Does anyone know how long this guy took to take the assessment?" A noble student asked curiously.
"I don't know, who will pay attention to these civilian students?"
"They won't come out faster than us!"
They laughed wantonly.
When Lu Yan said that, they didn't take Lu Yan seriously.
To say such crazy words, there must be something wrong with his brain.
Why should they argue with a person with a problem in his brain?
That would only make them lose face.
"Bai Jun? What are you thinking about? Why don't you say anything?" The geniuses of No. 8 Middle School gathered together.
But they found that Bai Jun, who was known as the strongest of the new generation of No. 8 Middle School, seemed to be thinking about something, so they asked with some doubts.
"Nothing." Bai Jun shook his head, still thinking.
Just now, when he came out, he seemed to see two people in the rest area, who had been sitting there drinking tea and reading books.
But he was not sure, because it was just a casual glance.
"You are not thinking about what the civilian student said just now, are you? Anyone who can say such stupid things is a fool. Who cares what he does, just treat him as a joke." An aristocratic student looked at Lu Yan with pity.
"Take it as a joke?" Bai Jun was a little confused in his heart.
For some reason, the more he looked at Lu Yan, the more he felt that Lu Yan was like the student who had just sat in the rest area and came out early.
If it was really him.
Coming out so early, his combat power must have surpassed everyone in the backstage!
Then, what Lu Yan said was probably not stupid, but the truth from the heart.
"Next, all students who have passed the assessment, please follow me, the league officially begins!" The middle-aged man appeared in the backstage again.
He glanced and found that there were still more than 600 students who passed the assessment, so he nodded with satisfaction.
He Ziang looked at Lu Yan with a smile.
He said softly, "I hope you are not too weak, at least hold on until the battle. At that time, I will let you know the gap between nobles and civilians!"
Liu Xiyue complained beside him, "It's over! This guy He Ziang has 500 flying races. In the front, no one can fight him at all!"
Zhongli also looked at him strangely.
As childhood sweethearts for more than ten years, Lu Yan understood immediately and explained, "I didn't want to get involved in this matter. After all, it's too childish. I always feel like I'm bullying a child."
"But who asked him to start a map cannon? Who asked him to say that civilian students are cheap skins? Who made me a civilian student too?"
Lu Yan smiled.
Beside him, Liu Xiyue puffed up her little face and kept worrying.
Lu Yan rubbed Liu Xiyue's hair and didn't care.
In the early stage, with the Oriental Mythology MOD, he had surpassed most people.
As for the middle and late stages?
What other systems can be better than the Oriental Mythology system in the late stage?
"According to the rules. Every group of twenty people will fight in a melee until one person survives."
"Finally, the winners of each group will compete in a battle."
Most of the students held their heads high and smiled.
It was backstage just now, and no one was watching.
But starting from the elimination round, it will be shown on several large screens in the entire stadium.
Naturally, there is no room for error.
What's more, the vice principals of each school are on the VIP stand at the front of the stadium. This is a good opportunity to show up!
Soon, the group selection was completed.
There were a total of 23 groups, all working at the same time.
Fortunately, Zhongli and Lu Yan were not in the same group.
Even more fortunately, the rather annoying He Ziang was also in the same group as Lu Yan.
"Hey! Classmate, I will take good care of you next time!!"
He Ziang smiled, looking at the people in the stands of the stadium, and quietly approached Lu Yan and said softly.
"Is it disgusting?" Lu Yan also smiled and replied, "Even if I hate it so much that I can't help it, I wish all these civilian demigods in the stands would go away, but I still have to force a smile and pretend to be approachable?" The
smile on He Ziang's face disappeared, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.
Just now in the backstage, no one saw it, most of them were nobles, and they wouldn't spread his words.
But now, in the huge stadium, if he dared to say what he just said again, the terrible public pressure, and the country would come forward.
Even if his parents are real gods, they can't save him.
There are some things that everyone knows, and even sticks to the rules.
But once it is put on the surface, then whoever says it will die.
Even the Supreme God is no exception.
This is the nature of this country.
It can even be said that it has always been the nature of this race.
"Huh..." He Ziang's chest is about to explode with anger.
But his only rationality told him that he couldn't lose his temper here, in the stadium, otherwise it would not only bring trouble to himself, but also to his family.
Everything would just have to wait until the real battle.
At that time, his flying race would destroy Lu Yan's race bit by bit in Lu Yan's terrified eyes.
But Lu Yan had no choice but to watch in despair.