Wastewood Lin Qiye

My name is Lin Qiye, and I have been a loser for many years. The ability index is zero, which is recognized as the shame of the academy. The only purpose is to serve as a living target in practical classes for others to practice aiming. But I have the best group of brothers. Zhao Tieniu said: "Don't be afraid, brother, I will block the front." Su Rou said: "Follow me closely, you won't die." Bai Yu was the first to heal my injuries after every fight. And Chu Tiankuo—the president of the student union, recognized as the strongest in a century—patted me on the shoulder and said, "Qiye, I'm optimistic about you." Being trusted by the strongest person is the proudest thing in my life. Later I learned that being targeted by the strongest person is the most desperate thing in the world. Iron Bull is dead. Su Rou is dead. Bai Yu is also dead. They call it a "necessary sacrifice." . . . . .