Meanwhile, in a tranquil garden south of the northern capital.
In the northern part of the garden, there is an upside-down platform a thousand meters high. A middle-aged man dressed in black stands quietly there, with his hands behind his back, gazing to the south.
"Teacher, you wanted to see me?"
Not long after, a mature-looking young man, also dressed in a long black robe, stepped onto the platform. He bowed respectfully before asking a question.
"Go to Jingcheng," the middle-aged man said calmly.
"Yes," the young man replied respectfully before asking, "What do I need to do?"
"Go to Jingcheng No. 7 Middle School and find someone whose martial arts simulator ID is 'Dried-up Confusion'. If he is promising, bring him back."
The middle-aged man paused, then gave three more instructions: "Go directly."
The young man looked up in surprise. He understood the meaning of those three words from his teacher: it meant that this matter was... very urgent.
The young man didn't ask any further questions, bowed respectfully, and then suddenly soared into the sky, transforming into a shooting star that flew south from high above, gradually disappearing into the clouds.
About two minutes later, accompanied by a rapid whooshing sound, a figure fell from the clouds; it was the black-clad youth who had returned.
"Why did you turn back?" The middle-aged man turned around and frowned at the young man.
"Teacher, someone is blocking my way." The young man in black looked grim.
"Who goes there?" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes.
"Jiang Huan, the eldest disciple of Marquis Jingcheng."
The young man in black looked guilty and lowered his head. "He was standing on the south city wall. I... I didn't dare to make a move."
"Afraid to make a move?"
The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow, then sighed thoughtfully, "It seems he succeeded. I misjudged him once... Never mind, you may leave."
"But teacher..." The young man in black looked unwilling, but hesitated to speak.
"It's alright. I was just hoping for the best. Besides, if a genius were to emerge, how could he not know?"
The middle-aged man gave a self-deprecating laugh, his expression suddenly turning cold and stern. “There’s no need to go to Jingcheng. Go to the Martial Arts Department. Some rules need to be established… Find Director Lü. He’ll understand my meaning as soon as you meet him.”
After the young man bowed his head and left, the middle-aged man turned around and came to the edge of the platform, looking southwest.
His gaze seemed to pierce through thousands of miles, landing on the ancient tower that reached the heavens, built of bronze bricks and tiles.
"Gao Wenyuan!"
...
"13 days until the college entrance examination!"
As Shen Qian walked into the campus, he glanced at the banner above his head and felt a sense of urgency; there were less than two weeks left.
Regarding martial arts, he went to the Kyushu Martial Arts Hall last night and took a test. His current physical strength is 653 kg, and his actual explosive power is 502 kg.
Before the college entrance examination, I wasn't entirely sure if I could push my physical strength to the limit of 999.
However, this is just a small goal he set for himself. Even if he doesn't achieve it, it won't affect anything. With his current martial arts performance, he can basically say that he's guaranteed a place in one of the top four martial arts schools in the country.
The real concern lies in the humanities... if they want to compete for the top score and earn a little more money.
Yes, Chen Qian's goal is to become the top scorer in the province.
Try for both the top scholar in the civil service exam and the top scholar in the military exam.
For someone who was a poor student just two months ago, setting such a goal is nothing short of arrogant, overconfident, and abnormally inflated.
But during class yesterday, Shen Qian did a mock exam on his own, and his final score was 673.
In just over two months, his progress in the humanities was in no way inferior to that in the military.
Before sinking in, he vaguely sensed that his mental strength was growing in a somewhat unusual way.
Both his memory and logical thinking are improving at an ever-increasing pace.
Before sinking, he would remember many things from the past every day when he woke up, and the details gradually became clearer.
For example, the day before yesterday he remembered that he had pulled on a girl's suspender strap when he was in the fourth grade of elementary school. A little while later he even remembered that the suspender strap was sky blue and had a spiral pattern.
Even if one obtains two rare spirit stones, according to Liu Changqing, wearing spirit stones does have a certain nourishing effect on spiritual power, but it is impossible for it to be this outrageous.
Otherwise, wouldn't those martial artists who don't lack such resources already have an average IQ that has skyrocketed?
The specific reasons for the rapid increase in mental strength were unknown to Shen Qian, and he thought he would ask the big shot Gao next time.
However, before sinking in, he worried that the increase in his mental strength was related to the system, so he shouldn't make a big deal out of it.
I'm a bit conflicted.
In short, with his current humanities grades, he is more than qualified for a top-tier university, but he is still a long way from being the top scorer.
The lowest score ever recorded for the top liberal arts student in the Southwest province was 689, and this was only the case in one year; in all other years, the score was above 700.
If all else fails, there's always the system—a potentially unreliable trump card—before sinking...
But try to rely on yourself as much as possible.
For those pursuing martial arts, it's purely out of necessity. But for those pursuing humanities, since there's hope, how will they know they can't succeed if they don't give it their all?
"Just try a little harder, so you won't have any regrets."
Upon entering Class 109, without exchanging pleasantries with Zhou Xu, Chen Qian immediately pulled out a math workbook and began working on it diligently.
During this time, several teachers who were teaching saw Chen Qian's hard work and began to praise him extensively, saying things like "he realized his mistakes" and "he recognized himself," and so on.
The whole class and the teacher all thought that Shen Qian was going to take the humanities exam, and after Shen Qian explained several times but no one believed him, he gave up.
A day of learning is always so enjoyable, and happy times always pass too quickly. When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Chen Qian reluctantly closed his math workbook.
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