A group of men who had finished their passion sat together in the bar. At a small table in the middle, on one side sat Ye Ling's fifth brother Nan Ke, and on the other sat Ye Ling and several other girls.
"So, you feel stressed out and come here to relax?"
Ye Ling put her hands on her hips and looked at her cousin who was seriously reflecting on himself. After Nan Ke explained, she hoped that her younger sister would not tell her family about this.
"Yes, sister, you just came to Emenas, you don't know how much pressure I am under. I am so sad."
Nan Ke said this with tears in his eyes, then picked up the cedar wine glass beside him and gulped down the whole glass of beer.
"My family has always been optimistic about me since I was little. They always say I'm talented and give me all kinds of compliments. My dad is the same. He always tells everyone that our fifth child has a bright future."
"But after I entered school, things were different. My classmates were truly talented. I tried my best to catch up, but I could only manage an average grade in the class. I couldn't compare to those with quick minds in terms of knowledge, and I couldn't compare to those who could fly in the sky, breathe fire, or lead you in circles in terms of martial arts."
"Every time I get home from school, a bunch of relatives ask me how I'm doing in school, whether I often win championships, whether I have a lot of admirers, etc. What can I do? In order not to embarrass the old man, I can only say that it's okay, pretty good."
"Actually, I might even have to repeat a grade this year." After saying this, the man dropped his feet and stamped his chest, his bruised white flesh shaking.
Ye Ling turned his head away, not wanting to look at that muscular figure, and then he said, "Fifth Brother will also fail a grade? Is it really that difficult to upgrade?"
"Well, sister, I don't know." A thin waiter walked up to Nan Ke, holding a large wine jug in his hand, filled it up for her, and then continued to explain.
“Students at Emenas are divided into five grades, but they don’t automatically move up a grade every year.”
"Every time you advance, there will be a corresponding assessment. If you fail, you will be held back. A student can only be held back three times at most."
"That is to say, if you fail to advance more than three times, you will be automatically expelled."
"Although the school doesn't charge tuition and provides a lot of resources and subsidies, you still need to show that you are a promising talent and not here to waste everyone's resources or just goof around."
"The first grade is relatively easy, and the requirements aren't too high. Generally, you can advance after reaching Sequence 3."
"But for the second grade, you need to be at Sequence 4, the third grade requires Sequence 5, and the fourth grade requires Glory Credits, which means you have something particularly outstanding. The fifth grade requires all kinds of knowledge and skills, and you need to reach Sequence 6 as well as the Extraordinary Sequence."
"Although there are about 1,200 new students each year, less than half actually graduate within eight years. Fewer than 50 students successfully advance every year and graduate within five years. Many have to repeat a year or two to build up their skills."
"If you were promoted to Sequence 5 at the age of 30 in the outside world, you would be praised and favored by many people. But in Emenas, that's not the case."
"Oh, that doesn't seem that difficult." Ye Ling tilted her head.
Nan Ke, who was drinking beer, coughed for a while, then looked up at his little sister and said.
"Xiao Ling, it's easy for you to talk without any pain in your waist. I, the fifth brother, have suffered a lot." After saying this, he touched his bald head.
"Hey, Fifth Brother, when did you shave your head? Didn't you look very handsome and stylish with long hair before?" Ye Ling asked curiously.
"It's just the beginning of this month. Anyway, it will grow back by the time I go home for the holidays."
"Why?"
"Excessively long hair only distracts me. After shaving it off, I don't have to spend time taking care of it. Also, I don't have to worry about finding girls because it makes me look ugly."
"Huh? Does it really work?" Ye Ling wanted to reach out and touch the big bald head, but was rejected by Nan Ke.
"There is an effect, at least in the first week." Nan Ke seemed to sigh, then picked up the wine glass and took another sip, finishing the large cedar wine glass in one gulp.
"What happened next?" Ye Ling also wanted a large glass of beer, but unfortunately, Loran Hill pressed him down on the seat, saying that children were not allowed to drink.
"Later, I found that I was still too young." Nan Ke shook his head and signaled the waiter next to him to continue adding wine.
"After shaving my head, I immediately became the talk of the town in class. Some people even sent me love letters, even though I wasn't the focus before."
"Can it be like this?" Ye Ling opened his eyes wide.
Loran Hill went to the counter and got a few cups of raspberry juice and placed them in front of everyone. There were a few ice cubes floating in the crimson fruit pulp, and the overall look was light red. The cups felt very cool and refreshing to the touch.
"What then?" Ye Ling held the juice cup in both hands and drank it in small sips.
"Later I found out that some of the love letters were actually from boys in the next class. Alas..." Nan Ke sighed and looked at the resin lamp hanging from the ceiling.
"So you guys?"
"So we made friends through boxing, and after a fight, we became good brothers." Nan Ke drank another large glass of beer and took a nap after drinking it.
"It's much better now. I don't have to worry too much about face or anything like that. When I'm upset, I just come here to fight and have a few drinks, and I feel much better. Then I can continue working tomorrow."
"Although there is no hope of advancing this year, but if we accumulate well, advancing next year should not be a problem." After saying that, he slowly placed the empty wine glass on the table.
"What about your family? Do you want me to keep it a secret for you?" Ye Ling looked at his cousin and now understood his dilemma.
My uncle's family is a noble and wealthy family of the Plantagenet dynasty. They are always used as examples and compared with others in everything. As the heir to the family, one must not only be excellent, but also be particularly excellent to convince everyone, and then say things like "He is worthy of being Mo Moumou", "A tiger father will have a dog son", and "A disciple is better than his father".
The excellent results of other people are not acceptable in their eyes, because everyone will think that you were born into a wealthy family, have superior blood, and have all kinds of resources and famous teachers to guide you. It is not enough to be excellent. You have to surpass everyone and become the top one to deserve the title.
Otherwise, you will be regarded as unlearned, useless, and a disgrace to the family. These words may not be said out loud, but there are many gossips in wealthy families, and there are always people who like to gossip behind their backs.
Nan Ke shook his head: "Forget it, I won't hide it anymore. I can't hold it any longer. It will be even more embarrassing if I keep it a secret."
After hearing this, Ye Ling stuck out her tongue and said, "Fortunately, I'm the youngest and a girl, so I don't have to worry about so much."
"Then you don't have to hide the fact that you shaved your head, fought with others on the stage with bare arms?" Ye Ling continued to ask.
"Please keep this a secret for me, please, little sister." Nan Ke clasped his hands together and answered sincerely. Given the conservative customs in the East, if this matter were to be spread back, it would be difficult for him to find a wife in the future.
"So, where's the hush money?" Ye Ling stretched out her little hand, her eyes sparkling with joy.
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