After failing the second phase, Shen Yuan joined Yang Ze's Coca-Cola faction, just as he had said he would.
There was no welcoming ceremony. After all, according to the rules of the Holy Grail War, Shen Yuan was considered a captive.
The rain showed no signs of letting up.
Despite the downpour outside, the students of Jiyang Middle School went about their classes at their usual pace.
It was as if the typhoon hadn't affected anything at all.
In Class 15,
Old Zhou stood at the lectern, trying to ignite his students' enthusiasm with his lecture.
But in this torrential weather, it was hard for anyone to feel fired up.
The classroom was uncomfortably humid, and Shen Yuan felt as if every move he made was through a thin veil of mist.
Shen Yuan sat at his desk, a gel pen pinched between his fingertips.
He might not have felt fired up, but Shen Yuan was still listening to the lecture attentively.
Shen Yuan felt a certain saying was particularly apt when it came to math.
