I'm Cultivating Immortality While Everyone Else Practices Martial Arts Chapter 117 - Master Thunderblade Was Also Called Andrew?

Chapter 117: Master Thunderblade Was Also Called Andrew?

After staying still for a while, Andrew felt really bored.

He went out to walk between the carriages.

Soon, Andrew found that this train actually had a dining car.

He found a seat in the dining car and ordered a snack.

The food on the train tasted normal.

After eating, Andrew felt really bored. He went back to his seat and quickly fell asleep.

The train was swaying. Andrew slept very deeply. He didn’t know how much ti had passed.

In a daze, he heard voices. It seed like soone was patting his shoulder.

Andrew rubbed his eyes and sat up.

He saw the youth called Bruce in front of him.

“Senior, we’re almost at the station!”

These few youths had played poker for so long and had never rested, but they were full of energy.

Especially when they were about to arrive at Stanford University, they were all very excited.

Andrew looked out of the window. Indeed, they were about to enter the station.

These three teenagers’ faces were still swollen. They were originally quite energetic, but now they were swollen like three pig heads.

However, they were very happy.

Looking at the scene outside the window, they shouted in excitent.

The twin beauties also smiled and said, “Be calm. You guys have entered the martial arts school of Stanford University. In the future, you can beco big shots. Don’t make such a big fuss. It’s beneath your status!”

Bruce smiled. “I want to work hard to beco a grandmaster! After becoming a grandmaster, I’ll be a real big shot!”

“Do you know Grandmaster Thunderblade? He’s the sa age as us, eighteen years old, but he’s already a grandmaster! He’s the youngest grandmaster on the seventh-grade list! In the future, I want to beco a big shot like Grandmaster Thunderblade!”

Andrew listened from the side.

He was a little dumbfounded.

A middle-rank was already a big shot?

But he himself had always thought... The middle-rank was just the beginning!

After two minutes, the train gradually stopped. The doors opened.

Bruce and the other two teenagers picked up their luggage and rushed out.

“I heard that there will be seniors at Stanford University welcoming the new students at the station! Let’s go quickly, don’t make the seniors wait!”

Hearing this, Andrew was stunned.

He asked with so doubt, “Isn’t it just June? Why is it already welcoming new students? Isn’t the school supposed to start in August or September?”

Hearing Andrew’s question, Bruce was stunned for a mont.

He thought that as a senior at Stanford University, Andrew should know.

However, he still explained, “Normally, the special enrollnt should start at the sa ti as the ordinary students, which is at the end of August. But this year is special. Stanford University is holding a national university martial arts conference, so the start of the sester has been brought forward. Today is the last day of reporting.”

Oh...

Andrew nodded after listening.

So that was what happened.

He actually didn’t know anything about it.

More importantly, after thinking about it carefully, Stanford University didn’t send him a notice at all. Was he even specially recruited?

At this point, Andrew himself was a little uncertain.

“Senior, is there anything else?”

Bruce shook his head and followed the flow of people out of the carriage.

After getting out, one of the twin beauties walked over and extended a hand to Andrew.

“Hello, my na is Mary. This is my sister, Alice. We are from Stanford University’s Arts Departnt. Since we are fated to et and are from the sa school, why don’t we get to know each other? Maybe we will have the chance to et again in the future.”

Looking at Mary, who was full of smiles, Andrew did not know how to reject her.

He could only shake hands with Mary and briefly introduce himself. “My na is Andrew.”

After Mary returned to Alice’s side, Alice rolled her eyes.

She was the one who wanted to contact him earlier but was rejected.

“Sister, why do you care about this kind of guy! Does he think he is aweso just because he is from Stanford University’s martial arts school? He is too disrespectful.”

Mary did not say anything. Instead, she stood rooted to the ground, as if she was thinking about sothing.

“Andrew? Andrew?”

Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at her sister.

“Sister, do you rember that Grandmaster Thunderblade? He seems to have been specially recruited by Stanford University.”

“Hmm... I think so.”

Alice nodded and asked in confusion, “Why did you suddenly think of this?”

“That Grandmaster Thunderblade is eighteen this year. He seems to be... also called Andrew!”

The two sisters looked at each other and were a little dumbfounded.

They hurriedly turned their heads back but found that Andrew had already gone far away and disappeared.

They wanted to get to the bottom of this matter, but they couldn’t.

“It shouldn’t be the sa person, right?” Mary was also a little uncertain.

“Andrew is quite a common na. That guy just now is definitely not Grandmaster Thunderblade. Moreover, he is already a grandmaster. Why would he go to a martial arts academy?”

Alice pouted and said.

However, she didn’t have the confidence either.

...

Outside the station, there was a very conspicuous area with the school emblem of Stanford University painted on it.

The people in charge of welcoming the new students here were three Stanford University second-year students.

Two males and one female.

The three of them were all in the second-grade realm.

This strength could only be considered ordinary at Stanford University.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been sent to the station to pick up the new students.

However, they were nineteen years old and in the second stage realm. In society, they were already geniuses!

No matter where they were, they had to be respected and valued by others.

Seeing Bruce and his two friends walking over, this senior put down her phone and impatiently picked up a form.

The boy wearing jeans next to her sighed.

“These three should be the last. They’re all from San Francisco.”

“There are 45 new students specially recruited this year. The quality doesn’t seem to be that good. All of them are first grade, not even second.”

Next to him, another boy wearing a windbreaker, carrying an unusually large knife on his back, sneered.

“It’s not that easy to reach the second grade. We’re only at the late stages of the second grade, not to ntion these freshn.”

“Get ready to pack.”

Bruce and the others were the last three people.

After they brought them back, the mission would be completed.

These seniors were forced to co here to welco the freshn because this was a mission of the academy. After completing it, they would be able to obtain points.

If it wasn’t for the points, who would be willing to waste their ti?

With this ti, couldn’t they just focus on their training?

At this mont, a clear voice suddenly sounded.

“Excuse , is this Stanford University’s orientation?”

The guy with the big knife on his back was called Angus. He looked up and saw Andrew standing in front of him.

“There are words on it. See for yourself.”

Andrew took a step back and saw a sign above his head that read “Stanford University admissions office.”