Zhou Jing stopped short, looking in the direction of the voice.
The person who spoke was a 14 or 15-year-old boy. He had thick lips, thin eyes, and an ordinary appearance. He had a head of yin-yang hair that was half green and half blue. He was just short of carving the words "I'm awesome" on his face.
After sizing him up slightly, Zhou Jing knew what to do. He let out a light smile,
"My abilities are alright. Young man, what's your name? You look like a talent, so your abilities should be very powerful, right?"
"Of course!" This person pressed his thumb against his chest and said proudly, "Tang Liu, Class S. My ability is to move at high speed. The ninth person to be chosen was me!"
"Impressive, impressive. Nice to meet you."
Zhou Jing coaxed him as if he was a child. He found an empty seat and sat down before sizing up the others.