A call woke up Yang Ming in his sleep.

Yang Ming opened his eyes in a daze, and found a person who looked like a teacher, standing in front of his bed, as if calling himself.

Wait, the bed?

He looked around and saw that he was actually in the bed in the dormitory.

"Huh? Award? What awards?"

Yang Ming, who was a little confused, asked.

Isn't it, he killed both of them, doesn't this sentence him be tortured?

"You're the champion of this freshman conference, shouldn't you be the right to receive the award, come with me?"

The one who looked like a teacher walked away.

When Yang Ming saw it, he hurriedly got out of bed and prepared to follow.

Before leaving, he subconsciously glanced at Gu Lin's bed and found that there was no Gu Lin.

"Hey"

He sighed and continued to follow.

Then the teacher-looking man led him to the previous square.

At this time, the square was already full of people, and it was very lively.

"Look, it's Yang Ming!"

A scream interrupted Yang's life, who was observing around.

Before Yang Ming could react, he was already surrounded by people.

"Yang Ming, can you tell me how you have so many yellow-level spirit weapons?"

A very beautiful senior asked curiously.

You talk, how can you possibly tell you.

"It's all my personal effort"

Although he complained in his heart, Yang Ming still said perfunctorily.

"Can you tell us how you launched them? It's the glowing thing behind you."

Another very sunny senior asked.

"This is a unique secret book, it is a family heirloom, and it can't be said outside"

Yang Ming continued to flicker, anyway, his mouth grew on himself, and he could say whatever he wanted.

"Then can you ask, what do you feel after defeating Mo Yuan and Gu Lin?"

The question that Yang Ming didn't want to hear still appeared, he lost his composure just now, and his face became gloomy.

"Yang Ming, what are you doing? Stunned here, go and receive the award."

A familiar voice interrupted the group's questioning.

After hearing this voice, Yang Ming looked incredulous, he suspected that he had heard it wrong, and turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

He actually saw Gu Lin standing in front of him, looking at him with a dissatisfied expression.

Yang Ming rubbed his eyes vigorously, he suspected that he had seen it wrong.

Didn't Gu Lin die under his sword? So who is this in front of you?

Gu Lin didn't give him a chance to think, so he stepped forward and grabbed him and pulled him away.

"Big brother, there is a debtor who is wronged, you bumped into it yourself, I didn't mean to, if you don't want me to burn more paper money for you, can you let me go?"

Yang Ming didn't dare to break free, and he tried to see if he could discuss with the "ghost of Gu Lin" as he walked.

Hearing Yang Ming's words, Gu Lin stopped and looked at him, and said with a look of disdain:

"Are you brainbroken? What nonsense are you talking about, don't you know that the competition venue of the freshman conference was created by Teacher Bai Lingling? ”

Yang Ming couldn't believe it when he heard it, are you kidding me? You told me that such a large area was made? There are so many monsters how to explain it.

Seeing Yang Ming's face full of disbelief, Gu Lin explained:

"To be exact, we are participating in the freshman conference in the dream world, and all the things you saw before were created by Bai Lingling, Teacher Bai."

Created? In other words, it's all fake, right?

Yang Ming actually accepted this fact, after all, with Principal Li's previous experience, Yang Ming would not be surprised if any strange abilities appeared in the future.

Gu Lin saw that Yang Ming believed it, so he continued:

"Teacher Bai Lingling's talent is SSS level: dream realm, she can pull any thinking creature into the dream realm"

"And Teacher Bai can transform dreams at will, it can be said that she is the god in dreams"

"Not to mention that Teacher Bai is now a powerhouse in the Eighth Rank Realm, it is too simple to pull us freshmen of the First Rank Realm into a dream at one time."

That's perverted, isn't it?

Yang Ming felt for a while, he was a long insight, and it sounded like a strong exaggeration, and he really deserved to be an SSS-level talent.

Why is there such a big difference between the same SSS class?

Yang Ming looked at Gu Lin and suddenly had a strange idea.

Gu Lin instantly understood when he saw Yang Ming's strange eyes, and then he was angry, what do you mean? Who to look down on?

Then he directly left Yang Ming and left angrily.

Seeing him leave, Yang Ming shrugged his shoulders helplessly, this psychological tolerance is too low, and you fell down before I could use my strength.

Next, Yang Ming, who had no psychological burden, began to wander around boredly.

Walking around, he saw a bunch of people gathered around not far away, so he also walked over curiously to see what this group of people were looking at.

"What are you looking at?"

Yang Ming walked over, poked a chubby boy with his finger, and asked curiously.

"Won't you see for yourself? ...... Ay? Aren't you that Yang Ming? My name is Hu Sheng, I am your ten-year old fan, sign me a name"

The chubby boy turned his head at first and his impatience was written on his face, but when he saw Yang Ming's face, he instantly changed his appearance, and he never stopped laughing.

wanted to come and see the excitement and eat melons, but someone actually said that it was his fan, Yang Ming could only smile awkwardly.

He didn't know that the whole process of the Mind Conference was broadcast live, otherwise he was afraid that he would directly find a crack in the ground to get into, knowing that he had been naked for a whole month.

"Let me tell you, the one in front is a famous god operator in our school, his hexagram is exaggerated, even if you go east, you will definitely not go west, we are all here to calculate today's luck"

The old student explained to Yang Ming.

Is it really that accurate? Yang Ming nodded suspiciously, there are dreams and teleportations, and it is not unacceptable to have another fortune teller, he also wants to see what is going on.

"How? Do you want to do the math? He doesn't need money for fortune telling, just look at fate."

Hu Sheng saw that Yang Ming was a little moved, and hurriedly said Amway.

Legend has it that there is a kind of person who likes to give others what they like, so that they can get a strange sense of satisfaction.

And Hu Sheng is this kind of person, so he recommended it to Yang Ming hard.

"Friend over there, can I give you a hexagram?"

Just when Yang Ming was still hesitating whether to go or not, a somewhat empty voice came from the crowd in front of him.

Although he didn't know who was talking, the strange thing was that Yang Ming was very sure that the other party was saying it to him.

"Come on, that friend, I can give you a math of your luck these days."

The kidney-sounding voice came again, this time with a hint of trembling, as if it was very excited.

Yang Ming thought for a moment and walked over, he wanted to see what he could figure out.

But before he could walk over, the crowd in front of him automatically moved out of the way, and then a young man dressed like a Taoist priest walked out of the crowd and walked towards him.