Chu Yu held a book and walked out of the arch.

There is no incoming crowd.

Instead, he stood on the top of the rockery and let the breeze blow his hair.

The freshmen of the 140th class of Yu Sheng, according to their qualifications, stood at the back and watched silently.

Of course, those people in every corner don't count.

They...

Nominally, they may no longer be considered students of the Ink Academy.

Even if the Mo Academy admits it, in their own hearts, they don't recognize it.

In their hearts, they are only worthy of standing in a no-man's corner, looking at this ceremony from afar.

I've seen it countless times in my dreams, and I can't wait to replace it... Graduation ceremony.

Even, for this they can pay with their lives.

But...

Graduation ceremonies year after year, familiar or unfamiliar faces, just... Not of them.

So far, all the teachers and students of the Ink Academy have arrived.

But everyone who lives, without exception.

This moment...

All the honor belongs to the person who is about to ascend the high platform and leave from now on.

Exclusively... Pride of oneself.

From teenager to youth, in the best years of life...

The greatest affirmation.

High in the air, from the principal to the dean, they are still floating in mid-air, like the god of war.

Indulge in exuding its own majestic energy.

"Mo Academy, 140 years since its establishment!"

"A total of 563 graduates!"

"Today..."

"The 140th graduate, Su Mo, Bai Yu!"

"I have been enrolled for several years, and I have been walking all the way, and I am honored to be a teacher!"

"May ... The road ahead..."

"I don't regret this life!"

"Ink Academy..."

"Respect for the !!"

With the sonorous voice of the principal, in the distance...

A young man, dressed in a white Confucian shirt, holding a folding fan in his hand, smiled and walked slowly.

In the eyes of everyone, step on the stone steps of the high platform.

One-step... One-step...

Finally reached the top of the high platform.

"Su Mo!"

"Five years of enrollment, four-striped Yunxun."

"135th Class, Freshman Tournament Champion."

"Killed 125 cultists, 84 wanted criminals, entered the demon domain three times, and punished 362 demon beasts."

"Dengzhen Demon Pass, thirty-six days!"

"Today..."

"Liujue, graduate!"

The vice principal wore his reading glasses and told Su Mo's exploits in a flat manner.

It was just a string of cold numbers, and I don't know how much blood and tears it contained.

I don't know...

How much did Su Mo pay for this?

And how many have you witnessed.

When he climbed this high platform, he looked around, and everywhere he looked, the people who had entered the school together and fought together...

None of them are there.

This is an honor.

Again, it's a loneliness.

Su Mo stood on this high platform in some silence, originally thinking about a belly of sassy words, thinking about how he was going to pretend to be forced.

But when he really stands here.

Looking at the eyes of envy, expectation, and curiosity.

Those immature faces look like their former selves.

Time...

Su Mo's eyes were a little ruddy.

Myself...

It turned out to be a member of the audience.

It's just that at the beginning, he had classmates, brothers, and teachers who didn't pay attention...

There are countless ideals and aspirations.

even simply fantasized that one day, I would stand on this high platform with all my classmates and enjoy the eyes of others!

But...

He watched offstage for a year, two years, three years, four years...

The high platform is forever.

But the comrades-in-arms standing beside him are getting fewer and fewer.

Even, even their own teachers, who are out of tune and always think about how to oppress them every day, have left forever.

Until the fourth year...

It's just me, go look up, look up.

Thinking of his ambitions again, I couldn't help but want to tell that at the moment I turned around, around... It was empty.

Now, after all, he is standing on the high platform.

It's like what I imagined back then, but... But it's a different landscape, a different emotion.

In the crowd...

The newcomers, still walking together, couldn't help whispering something to each other.

There is only curiosity in his eyes.

The second-graders were a little silent, but looking at the high platform, they were still looking forward to it.

And after that...

A lonely, scattered third-grader, there was only silence.

As for the scattered people in the farthest corners, trying to hide themselves in the dark...

Take a deep breath.

Su Mo clenched his fists hard.

"Ink Academy!"

"Class of 135, teacher Meng Dong, class leader Fan Zhe, classmates Qi Ming, Yao Xinxue, Li Wei... Su Mo! ”

"All check-in!"

"Graduation today!"

Su Mo's voice trembled a little, and the hand he was clenching hard was also a little pale.

But he tried to keep his tone calm.

even forced out a smile.

"I can't figure out why they cry when they graduate!"

"When the time comes, when our brothers go up, they will be vigorous and lively, and they must be laughed at fiercely!"

"Yes, let's graduate with a smile!"

"On the day of graduation, the old lady will definitely beat Meng Papi hard!"

In their first year of school, they naively made their wish.

Laugh!

Graduation with a smile!

Su Mo's smile bloomed, trying to maintain his elegance and demeanor.

It's just that tears still slipped uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes after all.

"Into the ink academy..."

"All members of the 135th class... No regrets! ”

In the end, Su Mo turned around and looked at the teacher who was divided into two columns, and the old man in the sky...

Take a deep bow.

"Su Mo is here, waiting for all of us... Thanked. ”

The headmaster just nodded slightly, and in the next second, they no longer suppressed their own energy, and one after another awakened objects appeared, echoing each other in mid-air.

Under the rendering of energy, it is so dazzling.

Even...

Compete with the scorching sun.

Although there are no words, they are told by deeds.

You...

It is also the pride of the Ink Academy.

A teacher synchronously showed his awakening.

The flowers spread, paving a wide path at Su Mo's feet.

The fire phoenix stretched its wings and surrounded Su Mo's body.

Surrounded by wisps of light.

Su Mo at this moment is so dazzling.

Including the students under the high stage, they also saluted collectively at this moment.

Inherit the hope of all the teachers and students of the Mo Academy, bless...

Towards the future...

That's your own path.

Constant... Move forward.

A brush floated above Su Mo's head, and six brilliant crystals flickered.

Su Mo stood in the center of the high platform.

Again...

Take a deep bow.

Retreat to the corner.