On the campus of Peking University.
Northwest University, which is supposed to have a month-long summer vacation, only had a week this year.
Students could be seen coming and going everywhere on campus.
The most discussed topic today is Su Yu's decision to reject Peking University.
"I heard that when Su Yu filled out his college application, the four grandmasters went straight to his house!"
"Some people even say that the four grandmasters fought at Su Yu's house!"
"Do you think you can just make up stories about grandmasters?" a man with a buzz cut dressed in black coldly rebuked the group.
"Greetings, Senior Brother!"
Upon seeing the character "天" (tian, meaning heaven/sky) on the man's chest, the boys showed even more respect.
The uniforms of all four martial arts schools have one thing in common.
Freshmen wear brown, sophomores wear white, juniors wear black, and seniors wear armor to the battlefield, graduating in a fiery red robe.
On weekdays, most students on campus are dressed in brown or white.
Third- and fourth-year students either venture into the wilderness to search for resources or join the battle in desolate battlefields.
In addition, there are eight levels in total for each grade, representing the vastness of the universe and the darkness of heaven and earth.
The senior student in front of me is from the third year of high school.
The group immediately searched their minds for information about the man with the buzz cut, while also fearing that he might actually hold them accountable.
The Wuhan University campus is characterized by clear hierarchies and strict school rules.
They arbitrarily fabricate stories about masters, and this senior brother in front of me is fully qualified to punish them on behalf of our master.
"There must be no next time!" the man with the buzz cut said coldly.
The group breathed a sigh of relief.
"Cultivate diligently, lest when your junior brother enters the academy, you senior brothers are no match for him."
After saying that, the man with the buzz cut turned and left.
After he walked away, the boys simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh my god, I remember now, this is Senior Brother Xiao Xiong."
"Xiao Xiong, the senior student who made it into the top 50 in last year's Wuhan University martial arts competition?!"
"He seems to be the third-place finisher in our previous year's competition."
"Liu Zi, think before you speak next time. You dare to make up stories about a Grandmaster?"
"If we run into other senior students today, we'll all have to go clean the campus."
"Oh, it's my fault! My fault! I'll treat the guys to some skewers later."
"No, senior brother is right. Junior brothers will enter the school in a month."
"When we were freshmen, we were brutally beaten by the senior students."
"I don't want to be tortured by my junior brothers and sisters again a month from now!"
"Damn, you're right, let's go! Let's go back and spar in the training hall."
The group turned and walked back.
"By the way, Senior Brother Xiao Xiong ranked third in the college entrance examination and entered the top 50 in the country in his second year of university."
"Do you think Su Yu will have a chance to make it into the top 30 when he's a sophomore?!"
"Damn, top 30? You've got some serious ambition."
"I remember the top scorer in the previous year was only 42nd."
"Then the top forty should be fine, right?"
"Then it's probably worth a shot, after all, he was the top scholar of the era."
"To be honest, I watched the college entrance exam competition, and I was no match for him."
"Indeed, he dominated the entire way, and it felt like he wasn't using his full strength at all."
"None of the freshmen in our year wore white, so I feel Su Yu has a good chance."
"Then it depends on those top-tier students."
"It's a bit difficult. It seems that only Senior Cangye from the fourth year has managed to do it in the past few years."
To wear white in your freshman year at Sifang Martial Arts University, you have to challenge each class one by one, from the vastness of heaven and earth to the boundless universe.
If all requirements are met, students can wear their sophomore uniforms in their freshman year and receive resource quotas for both freshman and sophomore years.
Every year, many new students take on the challenge.
Every year, these freshmen are lectured by their seniors until they are bruised and battered.
......
Northwest University, Tactical Academy.
Compared to the enthusiastic discussion among the students of the Battle Academy.
The tactical geniuses, on the other hand, remained much more silent.
Throughout the entire Tactical Academy, there was no one who didn't want to become a disciple of Zhuge Yun.
But it was precisely this person who declared he wanted to minor in tactics that caught Zhuge Yun's eye.
Before the college entrance examination, they declared that they would make Su Yu understand that real tactics cannot be learned by simply taking a minor course.
Now that you have become Professor Zhuge's disciple.
We must study tactics carefully, not waste this opportunity that others dream of, and not waste our talent.
So, a little over a month later, Su Yu displayed an even more terrifying fighting talent in the college entrance examination.
Nowadays, the students in the Tactics Department are no longer discussing whether or not Su Yu should minor in Tactics.
The question is whether Su Yu might simply stop studying the tactics department altogether.
With his current martial arts talent.
To be honest, they also felt that minoring in tactics seemed like a waste of time.
Or... shall we talk about it later?
A group of geniuses lamented the differences between people in the world.
Senior in the Tactical Department, Class A.
Lu Meng touched his nose: "I've witnessed Su Yu's tactical talent."
"His combat talent is no less than his."
"Personally, I think he absolutely has to study tactics."
“If he doesn’t fix it, we’ll tie him up and take him to Professor Zhuge’s place.”
"Old Lu, do you think the few of us can tie them up?"
"Isn't Wu Qingmei still here? Our tactical department also has mid-level martial artists."
"If, I mean if, if Su Yu majored in tactics and minored in combat."
"And yet he's still number one in the combat department. Do you think people in the combat department can still hold their heads high when they see us?" Wu Qingmei suddenly said.
The words fell.
The other people's eyes lit up instantly.
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