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nAfter staying still for a while, Andrew felt really bored.

nHe went out to walk between the carriages.

nSoon, Andrew found that this train actually had a dining car.

nHe found a seat in the dining car and ordered a snack.

nThe food on the train tasted normal.

nAfter eating, Andrew felt really bored. He went back to his seat and quickly fell asleep.

nThe train was swaying. Andrew slept very deeply. He didn’t know how much time had passed.

nIn a daze, he heard voices. It seemed like someone was patting his shoulder.

nAndrew rubbed his eyes and sat up.

nHe saw the youth called Bruce in front of him.

n“Senior, we’re almost at the station!”

nThese few youths had played poker for so long and had never rested, but they were full of energy.

nEspecially when they were about to arrive at Stanford University, they were all very excited.

nAndrew looked out of the window. Indeed, they were about to enter the station.

nThese three teenagers’ faces were still swollen. They were originally quite energetic, but now they were swollen like three pig heads.

nHowever, they were very happy.

nLooking at the scene outside the window, they shouted in excitement.

nThe twin beauties also smiled and said, “Be calm. You guys have entered the martial arts school of Stanford University. In the future, you can become big shots. Don’t make such a big fuss. It’s beneath your status!”

nBruce smiled. “I want to work hard to become a grandmaster! After becoming a grandmaster, I’ll be a real big shot!”

n“Do you know Grandmaster Thunderblade? He’s the same age as us, eighteen years old, but he’s already a grandmaster! He’s the youngest grandmaster on the seventh-grade list! In the future, I want to become a big shot like Grandmaster Thunderblade!”

nAndrew listened from the side.

nHe was a little dumbfounded.

nA middle-rank was already a big shot?

nBut he himself had always thought… The middle-rank was just the beginning!

nAfter two minutes, the train gradually stopped. The doors opened.

nBruce and the other two teenagers picked up their luggage and rushed out.

n“I heard that there will be seniors at Stanford University welcoming the new students at the station! Let’s go quickly, don’t make the seniors wait!”

nHearing this, Andrew was stunned.

nHe asked with some doubt, “Isn’t it just June? Why is it already welcoming new students? Isn’t the school supposed to start in August or September?”

nHearing Andrew’s question, Bruce was stunned for a moment.

nHe thought that as a senior at Stanford University, Andrew should know.

nHowever, he still explained, “Normally, the special enrollment should start at the same time as the ordinary students, which is at the end of August. But this year is special. Stanford University is holding a national university martial arts conference, so the start of the semester has been brought forward. Today is the last day of reporting.”

nOh…

nAndrew nodded after listening.

nSo that was what happened.

nHe actually didn’t know anything about it.

nMore importantly, after thinking about it carefully, Stanford University didn’t send him a notice at all. Was he even specially recruited?

nAt this point, Andrew himself was a little uncertain.

n“Senior, is there anything else?”

nBruce shook his head and followed the flow of people out of the carriage.

nAfter getting out, one of the twin beauties walked over and extended a hand to Andrew.

n“Hello, my name is Mary. This is my sister, Alice. We are from Stanford University’s Arts Department. Since we are fated to meet and are from the same school, why don’t we get to know each other? Maybe we will have the chance to meet again in the future.”

nLooking at Mary, who was full of smiles, Andrew did not know how to reject her.

nHe could only shake hands with Mary and briefly introduce himself. “My name is Andrew.”

nAfter Mary returned to Alice’s side, Alice rolled her eyes.

nShe was the one who wanted to contact him earlier but was rejected.

n“Sister, why do you care about this kind of guy! Does he think he is awesome just because he is from Stanford University’s martial arts school? He is too disrespectful.”

nMary did not say anything. Instead, she stood rooted to the ground, as if she was thinking about something.

n“Andrew? Andrew?”

nSuddenly, she raised her head and looked at her sister.

n“Sister, do you remember that Grandmaster Thunderblade? He seems to have been specially recruited by Stanford University.”

n“Hmm… I think so.”

nAlice nodded and asked in confusion, “Why did you suddenly think of this?”

n“That Grandmaster Thunderblade is eighteen this year. He seems to be… also called Andrew!”

nThe two sisters looked at each other and were a little dumbfounded.

nThey hurriedly turned their heads back but found that Andrew had already gone far away and disappeared.

nThey wanted to get to the bottom of this matter, but they couldn’t.

n“It shouldn’t be the same person, right?” Mary was also a little uncertain.

n“Andrew is quite a common name. That guy just now is definitely not Grandmaster Thunderblade. Moreover, he is already a grandmaster. Why would he go to a martial arts academy?”

nAlice pouted and said.

nHowever, she didn’t have the confidence either.

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nOutside the station, there was a very conspicuous area with the school emblem of Stanford University painted on it.

nThe people in charge of welcoming the new students here were three Stanford University second-year students.

nTwo males and one female.

nThe three of them were all in the second-grade realm.

nThis strength could only be considered ordinary at Stanford University.

nOtherwise, they wouldn’t have been sent to the station to pick up the new students.

nHowever, they were nineteen years old and in the second stage realm. In society, they were already geniuses!

nNo matter where they were, they had to be respected and valued by others.

nSeeing Bruce and his two friends walking over, this senior put down her phone and impatiently picked up a form.

nThe boy wearing jeans next to her sighed.

n“These three should be the last. They’re all from San Francisco.”

n“There are 45 new students specially recruited this year. The quality doesn’t seem to be that good. All of them are first grade, not even second.”

nNext to him, another boy wearing a windbreaker, carrying an unusually large knife on his back, sneered.

n“It’s not that easy to reach the second grade. We’re only at the late stages of the second grade, not to mention these freshmen.”

n“Get ready to pack.”

nBruce and the others were the last three people.

nAfter they brought them back, the mission would be completed.

nThese seniors were forced to come here to welcome the freshmen because this was a mission of the academy. After completing it, they would be able to obtain points.

nIf it wasn’t for the points, who would be willing to waste their time?

nWith this time, couldn’t they just focus on their training?

nAt this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded.

n“Excuse me, is this Stanford University’s orientation?”

nThe guy with the big knife on his back was called Angus. He looked up and saw Andrew standing in front of him.

n“There are words on it. See for yourself.”

nAndrew took a step back and saw a sign above his head that read “Stanford University admissions office.”

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