"Stop right there!"
In the line, Lin Su, who followed a freshman ahead toward the cabin door of the floating transfer vehicle, was stopped by a man in a special combat uniform amidst the curious stares of countless other freshmen.
"What's the matter?" Lin Su feigned composure, looking utterly nonchalant.
"You're asking me what's the matter?" The man in the combat uniform was almost amused by Lin Su, pointing at the bright silver spear that Lin Su held in one hand behind his back, "Cut the fancy stuff, don't bring this along!"
"I can't do that," Lin Su shook his head without hesitation, "This is my weapon; it might save my life in a critical moment."
Hearing this, the expressions of the other freshmen who looked over grew even stranger.
They were all participants of the practical assessment and naturally recognized Lin Su.