Chapter 129: We are Unorthodox?

The wide field which was just bustling with freshmen a moment ago had, very soon, turned desolate, as the freshmen continued to leave with their respective student union, leaving Li Yao along with 7-8 freshmen behind.

Apart from Li Yao, every one of them had a frown on their foreheads as a sigh of despair left their lips—all of them were the freshmen of the Refining Department.

"Oh! Where is everybody? Now, only we few brothers in hardship are left behind. The Refining Department deserves to be called the worst department of the Grand Desolate War Institution. Look, the guys who should have come to pick us up is even slower than the others, and even now, no one has appeared!"

A skinny black boy pursed his lips as a bitter smile dawned upon him.

His name was Huang Tong. His outgoing personality very soon eased up the atmosphere, allowing all the fellow sufferers to introduce themselves.