CHAPTER 55: CHAPTER 49: POTENTIAL CLASS LOCATION

Cosmic Mansion District.

21st floor.

In the morning, Su Yue stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cup of coffee, feeling utterly delighted.

High-end neighborhoods are truly relaxing, with lush green grass, an artificial lake and fountain in the complex, and pretty ladies walking their dogs downstairs. The little Teddy sometimes shakes a few rhythms against the tree trunk, sometimes glances at its owner’s calf, seemingly bearing the youth it cannot express.

Finally, the little Teddy encounters a Husky head-on.

It rushes over, probably thinking it has found love, although the Husky is also male.

But that’s not important.

The ultimate form of love is completing a grand cooperation that can extend generations.

The pathway for cooperation sometimes isn’t that crucial.

Although the Husky is several times larger than the little Teddy, it is still struck dumb by the head-on collision with love.

Until dragged away by its owner, the Husky kept looking back.

It seemed to be questioning whether it was indeed male or female.

And the little Teddy’s love, is indifferent to whether it has a vessel.

Even though the Husky has been dragged away, it still shakes its passionate youth towards the air.

The lady walking the dog looked shy, wishing she could slaughter this creature.

"The lady’s dad looks a bit old."

Then, an elderly man around 60 walked up to the lady.

However, Su Yue thought too much.

He simply judged from the lady’s lips two words: husband.

That’s right.

That old man is the lady’s husband.

This is the Martial Artist era.

A young non-Martial Artist girl wanting to live in such luxurious districts only has two ways.

First is to be born as a Martial Artist’s daughter.

Second, consider it a second birth, as a Martial Artist’s wife.

But young martial artists usually marry girl martial artists.

Ordinary people can only marry these older martial artists.

Su Yue slightly frowned.

He suddenly recalled Liu Dachen’s words during class.

In the gaming world, free players are merely tools for paying players.

And in the Martial Artist era, ordinary people are similarly tools for martial artists.

This saying hurts self-esteem.

But does the lady pulling the Teddy truly love the man who is older than her dad?

Perhaps, it’s love.

According to some historical accounts, over 700 years ago in the 21st century, there were no martial artists, but those who had money treated all living beings as tools for playing.

Damn.

What did all living beings do wrong?

...

"Cousin, holding the fake 18.8 free shipping Starbucks cat paw cup, acting all high and mighty.

"The instant coffee in the cup, barely enough for a sip."

Su Jianjun walked over holding a mop.

After moving to the new house, this little guy has been cleaning more diligently.

Su Yue had the chance to visit Su Jianjun’s bedroom; that guy, had Pigsy figurines everywhere, and the walls adorned with various Pigsy posters.

"I’m just pondering life, you young kids don’t understand.

"This limited edition 21st-century replica cat paw cup, I’ll give it to you."

Su Yue handed the cup to Su Jianjun, then packed a bag and left directly.

This flimsy cup indeed isn’t enough for a sip!

The school year has started.

The phone has already notified the gathering place, and the special training for the potential class is finally starting.

Merit points remain at 200+

Quality sword skills show no progress.

Footstep resounded dryly.

Qi Blood value 18.

Su Yue had 9 silver needles inserted in his body and also took with him a box of Qi Blood Pills.

In the potential class, there’s a safe box to store a small amount of items.

As for other changing clothes, the potential class will also provide them.

...

Upon reaching the gathering point, several people were already present.

Liao Ping’s explosive hair had three colors; he was taciturn and seemed hard to provoke.

Liao Ji ran around, introducing himself everywhere as the class president.

Zhou Yuncan and Gong Ling from Second High stood together.

Zhou Yuncan frequently observed each person, while Gong Ling slightly lowered her head, appearing somewhat shy.

Su Yue walked away in the distance, causing a momentary stir.

Of course, it was only momentary.

Peers wouldn’t admire his achievements much; instead, they more desired to surpass them.

Only the freshmen and middle schoolers from the lower grades viewed Su Yue as an idol.

...

"Hmph, 18 cards, big deal."

"Just 18 cards Qi Blood, what’s there to boast about."

"No special privileges for being first place.."

A few students whispered.

...

Liao Ji shook his head.

His only competitor for class president was Su Yue.

Clearly, people harbored hostility; it seems he’s indeed the chosen leader.

"Hello everyone, I am the proud and remarkable exam top scorer Su Yue, just won a mere 300,000 prize.

"Nice to meet you all, with only 18 cards of Qi Blood, currently unable to reach the four major acceptance lines, quite humble, quite humble."

Su Yue heard people’s discussions from afar.

This bunch of sour lemons, did they consume too much pickled fish or something, already sour towards me upon arrival.

Sure enough.

Su Yue’s words made several students who gossiped behind their backs look embarrassed.

Gong Ling glared at Su Yue, this guy, isn’t it just mere 18 cards of Qi Blood, too conceited.

Wait.

Mere 18 cards?

Why did I have such thoughts?

Could it be I’m conceited too?

"I must say, the current times, truly sickly.

"For us outstanding individuals to face so much jealousy and envy for no reason.

"Can’t comment."

Su Yue sighed again.

At this moment, everyone wanted to kill him.

"Everyone, welcome the return of the Martial Tyrant, soon to be in the top four ruthless people."

Liao Ji eagerly approached.

Meeting in advance makes a difference, acquaintanceship, very familiar.

"Welcome."

"Welcome."

Sparse applause, obviously for Liao Ji’s sake.

From afar, Liao Ping glanced at Su Yue, slightly frowning.

This guy seems difficult to deal with, hopefully, don’t come looking for trouble.

Don’t beat me up.

If possible, I’ll design a hairstyle for him, first work on peer relations.

"If students are all present, let’s head to the potential class training ground."

A staff member from the education bureau stepped forward, counting heads.

people.

This year’s exam, the numbers are okay; if not for the Yangxiang Sect’s evildoers, there’d be more.

A bus slowly drove out of Cengyan City.

Su Yue looked out the window.

This potential class, won’t it be in some deep mountain wilderness, would the material conditions be harsh?

The barbecue coupons for Da Na Mountain haven’t been used up yet.

After driving all morning, the bus stopped at a remote, deserted small mountain village.

It should be called desolate village!

The training ground had arrived.

Su Yue and the rest disembarked one after another.

Ahead was a small square.

And in front of the small square, a group of people was already lined up waiting.

Su Yue gasped.

This group of young people, did they just return from mining in Africa?

Why is each head darker than the next, shiny with grease?

Clearly, this group is the seniors about to take the college entrance exam.

"My name is Dai Yuegui, Fourth-Grade Martial Artist, your chief instructor for the next year."

Everyone was still examining the surroundings when Dai Yuegui’s vigorous self-introduction sounded.

He wasn’t tall, with coastal features, skin close to charcoal’s color, looking very stern.

The crowd paused, the instructor seemed intimidating.

"Your class is the worst batch I’ve managed in the potential class."

Looking at the group of Su Yue and the others, Dai Yuegui appeared full of disappointment.