Chapter 14 Chapter 42 Transfer Student

The only thing Teacher Qianche was thankful for was that Anat called him "old thing" instead of his own name. He still breaks into a sweat when he thinks about it now.

But apart from this incident, he would not deny Anat's excellence. She was undoubtedly one of the best students he had ever taught.

"She is indeed very powerful, but you should not learn her crazy behavior. When she gets too crazy, she doesn't even care about her own life."

The biggest headache at the beginning was how to persuade Ana to just think about having fun in a fight, and not to start bleeding herself and the enemy crazily when she felt she was at a disadvantage.

Her fighting style can kill all the bleeding people in the world.

"Really? I don't think Senior Anat is crazy." Pomo expressed innocent doubt.

Puis couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. He felt that Pomo had never seen the battle video of Senior Anat, otherwise he would not have said such a thing.

Qianche's mouth twitched, and he felt a little dazed when he saw the elegant Anat appearing on the TV show.

"...Let's not talk about her. Es, is there any problem with your registration? And did you see your student status being restored?"

"No problem, thank you for your concern, teacher."

That's good. Although for first and second grade students, participating in restricted matches is more like an adaptation. Since the establishment of the school, there are very few people who can defeat their predecessors as younger generations, and there is no record of first and second grade students winning the championship. But isn't the requirement for young psychics to have the drive to refuse to admit defeat and dare to challenge?

Qian Che is very optimistic about Pomo and Puis, and even if they cannot win the championship, they will definitely achieve good results.

"Then prepare well. I hope you and Pomo can become the champion of a hundred battles one day."

Some things only come to you once or twice in a lifetime, and that's the value of youth.

——

The specific rules for limiting combat are actually very simple.

All participants will draw lots one-on-one and play at least 50 matches over a three-month period. The top 16 will be selected based on a 10-point win, 0-point draw, and 10-point loss.

After another month, the winners of the top sixteen seats will face at least ten challenge matches. Only those who are not among the sixteen seats but whose points are in the top ten among the challengers can participate in the challenge.

The final sixteen confirmed seats will be decided through an elimination tournament.

In fact, in order to ensure sufficient points, only a few players fought exactly fifty games in the first round, while most players fought seventy to eighty games.

A quarter of the study time in a year is spent on restricted matches. The road to becoming the champion is arduous and torturous. However, it is also for this reason that the sixteen seats in Lanster Academy of Supernatural Powers and the title of champion are of unparalleled value.

The champion of a hundred battles, well-deserved of its name.

However, there may be other reasons behind the emphasis on its value.

"The number of applicants this year is 129 more than last year. It's really a headache."

“Isn’t it only 128 more people?” Qian Che saw it with his own eyes.

"No, in the end there were 129 more people..."

Bai Lixi glanced at the final confirmed registration list and thought that he would have to find a few more referees this year.

In fact, if there weren't so many applicants, why would there be so many fights to decide the winner?

Although the two-out-of-one method is simple and quick, it is very likely that a situation will occur where "that person is obviously weaker than all of us, but because of his good luck, he was able to advance to the next level by meeting someone weaker than him." This is not a school, and it is not what the audience wants to see.

So, although I don’t know how many years this rule has been passed down, I have been using it because it works.

An average of one battle every two days is a huge test for both students and teachers, both psychologically and physically.

Qian Che snorted coldly, "You called me over here to complain? I've already said that I won't be a referee."

During his career, he has coached two champions of the Hundred Battles, and even more than Sixteen Seats, so no one can force Qian Che to do anything he doesn't want to do.

"I already said it's not the referee's business."

It's not the referee's fault, but he didn't say anything quickly and his expression didn't look natural. It would be strange if he didn't have something to hide.

Qian Che felt that it was not a good thing, maybe it would be best to moisten it now.

"Principal, Atash's men are here."

But before he could take any action, there was a knock on the door. Qian Che saw Bai Lixi's expression suddenly relax, and the look he gave him became 'weird'.

Atash, isn't that the most popular prime minister in the empire today?

"Come in!"

Bailixi stood up to greet him. He gave Qianche a look, but Qianche pretended not to see it.

"Sorry for the wait, Principal Bailishi. I am the butler of Lord Atash. I am here to send the child to school at the agreed time."

Bailixi's eyes fell on the blue-haired boy behind the butler.

Perhaps clothes make the man, the boy was wearing a school uniform, aristocratic accessories, his slightly long hair was neatly tied behind his head, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses. How could he be associated with the 'dead man' on the wanted list?

"Welcome, please come in and take a seat. Let me introduce you. This is Teacher Qian Che, whom I invited specially for this child. He is the most suitable teacher for him."

The butler raised his eyebrows. He certainly knew Qian Che. Regardless of other aspects, he was definitely the best teacher in Lanster Supernatural Academy.

Qian Che frowned in dissatisfaction. This Bai Lixi guy, did he treat him as a favor, right?

Qian Che, who disliked the royal family in the first place, had no intention of giving them face, but he also noticed the young man.

A boy who looks exactly like the man on the wanted warrant.

What the royal family is thinking about is really annoying and unpredictable.

"Then, Master Ni Lan will be in the hands of Teacher Qian Che. Please discipline him strictly."

As expected of a butler trained by the royal family, there is no fault in his manners, yet he comes off as arrogant.

Qian Che did not answer. He hoped that the child would say something.

If he spoke in an aristocratic tone as soon as he opened his mouth, Qian Che would leave without looking back.

But the boy just looked at him quietly, showing no emotion.

For no reason, Qian Che recalled a book he had read when he was young. 'Time just flows backwards through him, outlining the unfamiliar eyes on his familiar face.'

It was not until the butler coughed twice and then called out "Ni Lan" in a stern voice that the young man bowed to him.

"Hello, teacher."

"...Have you ever been around the campus?"

"Teacher, not yet."

"Come on, I'll take you to see it."

Qian Che walked out after he finished speaking. Ni Lan looked at the housekeeper before following him.

Bailixi breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know why Qianche gave him face, the matter was finally resolved safely.

"Please tell Lord Atash that everything is ready."

"Then I'll trouble you and Teacher Qianche."

——

"Your name is Ni Lan?"

"yes."

"The surname Ni is not common, is it from the Ni family?"

"......"

"That's right. It's impossible for those reclusive vampires to send their children to a supernatural school, so it's even more impossible that he is Atash's adopted son."

"......"

What a silent personality, Qianche thought in his heart.

He looks so similar to the assassin in the assassination case. It is impossible that Prime Minister Atash is hiding him. Such a high-profile act must be the emperor's order.

If it was for revenge, just kill him, there is no way he would be sent out for training.

The twists and turns behind this child must be countless times worse than he imagined. Qian Che suddenly regretted taking it.

I was really possessed by a ghost just now.

"I just don't know how to answer, Mr. Qianche."

The boy suddenly spoke, trying to explain that his silence just now was not intentional.

"I understand." He should be very unfamiliar with the Ni family and their comments, but Qian Che likes polite children. "You signed up for the restricted battle, right?"

"Yes."

The foreshadowing was laid early on. It turned out that when Bailixi mentioned that there was one more person, he would not be able to escape.

Tsk, I have to find a way to make that old guy bleed heavily.

(Bai Lixi, who had just sent away Atash’s housekeeper, said: Ah, who is thinking about me?)

"What is your special ability?"

Students who can enter Lanster Academy of Supernatural Powers are not necessarily masters of combat, but they must be outstanding - this is the consensus of everyone, and this consensus is ignored when facing power.

Although he has a certain degree of affection for him, Qian Che doesn't want his student to be someone who can't do anything well.

"Recover."

The boy uttered two words that couldn't be simpler.

Qian Che was stunned for a moment.

It is hard to imagine that such a supernatural power could penetrate the imperial palace in the capital and successfully assassinate Prince Guts, who is surrounded by many experts.

"How about a detailed description?"

Qian Che still holds onto a glimmer of hope.

Ni Lan took out a handkerchief from her pocket, tore it into rags, and then the rags returned to their original exquisite handkerchief.

Qianche:?

"Did Atash and his steward ask you to limit the battle?"

"It's the sixteenth seat, Teacher Qianche."

Qian Che:......

The ideal is very good, I wish you success.

He had no interest in discouraging students. After all, there would be no danger in a restricted match. If he was not pursuing a ranking, he could just participate in one match to ensure that he had a record of participating in the competition.

Qian Che didn't ask any more questions and took Ni Lan to the dormitory.

When everything was ready, he could finally leave.

"Keep working hard and come to me if you need anything. You can find the schedule and other things on the official website. I'll be leaving now."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Qianche."

The boy has the appearance and temperament of an aristocrat, but his personality is gentler and more polite.

Just think of it as teaching an obedient student. It doesn't take much energy, so it's not bad.

——After the restricted battle started, Qian Che wanted to slap himself for thinking like this.