The Concentration of Supernatural Powers in This College Exceeds the Standard!

She felt that the boy seemed to have stepped out of a snow country painting. His figure was tall and tall, and he wore a school uniform that gave him a noble temperament. He stood backlit, with long silver hair like broken snow, and an icy-ridged earring looming under his left ear. However, the corners of his lips were cold, and his eyes were ice blue without temperature, as if his expression was frozen under the ice of eternal winter, and even the falling morning light would be condensed into rime.

"Throwing coins makes my dopamine surge! Dopamine makes my muscles expand! I love throwing coins! I love sports!" A boy with a stronger physique than Gao Yuan stood in front of a row of students, posing in a sunny and toned pose. The hundred-dollar bill he waved in his hand made a crunching sound, and shouted: "Inaudible!! Do it again! I want to be a physical enhancement superpower after speaking so quietly!"

The girl in the second-to-last row by the window slowly lowered her raised right hand, her black hair fell down like a waterfall on her shoulders, and the morning light gilded her porcelain white side face with a golden edge. With her white teeth and bright eyes, slender figure, and incomparable beauty, she only needed to stand wherever she stood, and she would be the absolute focus of the crowd. In fact, she has always been the focus of the crowd. With a distinguished background and beautiful appearance, she is sought after by countless men and women in the school. Some people say that she is the only "school beauty", and some people like to jokingly call her "princess".

The girl on the right is thin and delicate, with long, slightly curly hair hanging behind her back. "Yunge - a young lady from a scholarly family, she is witty and intelligent, and she is also a user with special enhanced abilities. Her specific ability is to increase the abilities of others. She is also the head of the logistics department of the club."

The well-jointed index finger tapped the walnut tabletop regularly, and the dull sound overlapped with the sound of the hands of the retro clock, attracting everyone's attention to the first place. It was a young boy, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a neat and meticulous school uniform, a fair and elegant face, and his eyes closed under the gold-rimmed glasses, as if he was deep in thought.

Under the setting sun, a young man was sitting on the rooftop fence, leaning back, snapping his fingers with one hand, singing and rhythmically. Has a very chic style. It's a pity that his singing is so ugly!

When the transfer student next to the podium bowed slightly, his hanging twin ponytails shone like satin in the morning light. Even though she is wearing the same school uniform as everyone else, her slender and tall figure still exudes a somewhat refined temperament, giving people the feeling of a beautiful girl from an anime. ——If she wasn't wearing a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses.