Inside the laboratory, amidst the laughter of others, someone asked Xuan Ge, "Xuan Ge, Xuan Ge, how many ways are there to sort trash? Why don't you write out the method you helped Divine Monarch Zhang with the trash collection and let us take a look."
Another wave of piercing laughter reached Xuan Ge's ears. Although anger surged within him, he chose not to engage and instead felt a hint of melancholy.
"I, Xuan Ge, have been cultivating the Immortal Path since high school, investing vast resources, consistently ranking as a top student, yet never imagined..."
Xuan Ge didn't expect that despite his talents in studies and cultivation, always being an exceptional student, his performance in the lab was consistently poor, and his interpersonal relationships were quite terrible.
Feeling the scorching mana of the blazing sun within him, Xuan Ge thought, "If I could return to ancient times, maybe I could fight my way through."
