"Zhang Yu!"
"Zhang Yu!"
"Zhang Yu!"
With each call, Zhang Yu suddenly awoke, only to hear laughter in the classroom.
He looked up at the podium and saw the teacher glaring at him coldly, "Get out and stand properly."
Helplessly, Zhang Yu stood up and walked out of the classroom.
Day after day of high school life left him feeling hopeless.
His grades worsened, his ranking fell, he dropped from the advanced class to the worst class, and the looks from classmates and teachers alike were as if he were a bin of trash.
The loans he had taken out to cultivate the Immortal Path were piling up, suffocating him.
Finally, one day, he found himself on the school rooftop.
Just as he was about to step off, his phone rang.
