�come in!�come in and see!�Do you think you can graduate?�You are just my manure!�

�Hell is here, you children!�Your life is over here!�

Sirone bit his molars and clenched his fists.

Wizard.�Wizard.�You will become a wizard!

�Yes, I�ll gladly go into hell or whatever.�

With every step he took, the steel door, the symbol of intelligence, was shaking.

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A special tradition has begun for Class Two students to welcome new students to Class Three.

When Sirone crossed the steel door, the booing disappeared like a lie, and they split left and right to open the way.

Sirone walked along the road listening to the applause.�Welcoming applause, but no laughter.

�These are class two.�

When 10 students in the graduating class graduate, the remaining 20 students are ranked according to their graduation exam scores.�Therefore, the 10 students who welcomed them could be said to have dropped out relatively early in last year�s graduation exam.

Amy was also clapping among them.

Last year, I was eliminated for the third time, so Class Two.�And that�s 18th in the graduating class rankings.

Sirone fixed her gaze straight ahead and examined their faces with the edge of her field of vision.

Men and women.

So far, that was all there was to feel.

Of course, some students remember their major because they watched the graduation exam last year.�But now I felt like I was dealing with a complete stranger.

�If I can�t break through here, I can�t go to the top.�

Class 2 is the middle class of the graduating class, and becomes the boundary between the upper and lower ranks.

The average age of this year�s graduating class is 20.6 years old.

Sirone is 1.6 years younger than average, but considering that there are senior classmates such as Fermi and others, it can be concluded that most of them are of the same age, and among them there are students younger than Sirone.

After passing the path made by the students of Class 2, the students of Class 3 turned around and arrived in front of the steel door.�Then, one by one, they stood face to face with the class two students standing in a row.

�Welcome to the senior class.�

A man with a confident face stepped forward.

Sirone could tell just by hearing his voice.�Before he passed through the steel door, he was the most mocking student.

He was a handsome man with a gleaming impression, with his blonde hair turned all-back.

However, unlike a wizard, he was wearing a blue training suit that fit his body exactly.

He was about 175 cm tall, and despite his slender figure, his body was well-balanced to the extent that he never looked weak.

He had sharp eyes, a high nose like a wolf, and the tongue exposed when he laughed was strangely red, as if soaked in blood. JrNovels.com