In Beiliang University's Lizi Class, playing with abstraction was not uncommon, hard labor abounded, and spectating was even more popular. But Zhao Yun was definitely unique, no—an unparalleled abstraction, merely because she uttered a phrase loudly during an ordinary Holy Grail War.
"Zhou Li is a good person!"
Zhao Yun, Beiliang's number one spearman, the lucky spearman, nicknamed Zhao Zilong of Changshan by Zhou Li himself, she was also the top-tier commodity of Gen in all of Beiliang.
Because only she believed Zhou Li was a good person.
Yes, Zhou Li, a good person.
Such an abstract adjective applied to an extremely abstract beast, and Zhao Yun took this for granted. That day, the Holy Grail War, which could usually be played out by dogs, miraculously paused and transformed into a whole class, along with old scholars who rushed in upon hearing the news, holding a mental illness symposium solely focused on Zhou Li. The symposium had only one theme—
