Chapter 49 Top Ten!

French competition scene.

In the area where Ziyun High School is located.

Le Mulan's forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

At this moment, she had completed the fourth magic power shock. The magic power that was repeatedly ravaged seemed to have turned into a ball of white mist, floating and sinking in her dantian, drifting unsteadily, and becoming more and more difficult to control.

"Three times, and three more times will make it happen."

…

Song Hailong's breathing became heavier and heavier.

A vast magical power, like layers of white clouds, rose from his dantian and gradually turned into a whirlpool.

"The last mana shock."

"As expected, I am the winner in the end..."

Boom! Boom! A roar suddenly came from a distance.

Song Hailong's expression suddenly changed.

Someone actually got there before him? No... no... He quickly realized something, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes: "It was two people. Both of them were faster than me?"

In the distance, Xiong Bufan put his palms together, and wisps of white cloud-like magic power surged out from his claws and gathered into a ball, making him look as if he had caught a lively cloud, but the cloud soon began to dissipate, and it was obviously difficult to sustain.

But he didn't look at these, instead he turned his head and looked to the other side, the direction where the roar came from.

"Only one step slower than me? From Bailong High School or Ziyun High School?"

Xiong Bufan looked at the white mist rising into the sky like a cloud column, and his eyes showed surprise: "What's going on? It's just a competition. It's about speed. Everyone wants to be faster. Why did he practice this protective qi so well?"

"This is too pretentious!"

At the competition venue of Songyang High School.

Zhang Yu spread out his palms, and streams of white air rushed out from his palms and floated straight above his head, like white smoke rising into the sky, attracting more and more people's attention in an instant.

After Zhang Yu practiced Wuji Yunshou as quickly as possible and naturally failed to convert any internal energy... he felt that he had mastered this technique.

As he thought about it, his Qi followed his mind, and streams of magical power completed seven vibrations in succession, transforming into vigorous energy that gushed out from his palms, eventually forming the scene before his eyes.

Looking at this scene, Teacher Yan clenched his fist excitedly, then quickly took out his mobile phone and took a series of photos in the direction of Zhang Yu.

Teacher Yan thought to himself, "Zhang Yu's talent for controlling mana is so amazing? It seems that the content of the previous mana test did not reflect this at all."

Thinking back to Zhang Yu's improvement in magic power during this period, she secretly sighed that it was probably Zhang Yu's improvement in this area that greatly improved his breathing efficiency.

Bai Zhenzhen was also moved when she saw this scene. Lao Huai comforted her, "The child has grown up."

A moment later, the results of the third round of the French competition also emerged one after another.

Xiong Bufan from Hongta High School ranked first.

Zhang Yu from Songyang High School ranked second.

Song Hailong followed closely behind and became the third.

Le Mulan from Ziyun High School was squeezed to fourth place.

As the third round gradually came to an end, the total scores of each student's French competition were released one after another.

Many students looked at the final total score ranking with different expressions.

First place, Bailong High School, Song Hailong, with a total score of 290; second place, Ziyun High School, Le Mulan, with a total score of 287; third place, Hongta High School, Xiong Bufan, with a total score of 285. The three famous schools still took the top three total score rankings, and they had a huge gap with all the players behind them.

But at this moment, at least the eyes of the vast majority of students in the field were not looking at the top three, but were focused on the fourth place.

Fourth place, Songyang High School, Zhang Yu, total score 273. Although Songyang High School is also a key high school, it is so abrupt to appear in the top ten at this moment, surrounded by the names of three other famous schools.

It was as if a crack was forcibly torn open in the originally impenetrable dark clouds.

"I'm fourth. How much is the prize money?"

Zhang Yu looked at the final ranking and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. He was already thinking about how much the prize money for the fourth place in the French competition would be.

He himself is very satisfied with this ranking.

After all, he is confident that he will be able to surpass these opponents in the future.

But if we talk about his real strength at the moment, he is indeed not as good as the top students from the three famous universities for the time being.

He still needs more time to develop.

He had to thank Ah Zhen for helping him squeeze into fourth place this time, along with Yu Shu's filial piety. Of course, the most important thing was his own perseverance.

Qian Shen stared at Zhang Yu. He still remembered clearly that Zhang Yu's monthly test score was 620 points, which was 6 points lower than his.

But such a person with 620 points was actually ranked together with those high-ranking beings, high castes, and ultimate monsters with more than 650 points from the three major high schools in the French competition? !

"It's the same again... It was the same at the last art exhibition. Zhang Yu always performs better than his score should."

He held his head, his eyes still full of disbelief: "It's as if the evaluation system of 700 points in six subjects can no longer perfectly express his level of evolution."

"This man..." Qian Shen stared at Zhang Yu, and suddenly a thought came to his mind, which surprised himself.

"This man who cannot be perfectly expressed with grades may lead to another reform of the high school grading system in the future, making this evaluation system more perfect."

At this time, He Dayou, who was standing by, glanced at Qian Shen, who was holding his head and mumbling to himself, and thought to himself, "What is this idiot doing now?"

He turned his head and looked at Zhang Yu, unable to suppress the excitement in his eyes.

Envy, jealousy... It is impossible to not have these emotions, especially when everything in front of him is happening to the poor people whom he despises the most.

When thinking of this, He Dayou even felt a little regretful.

"He is just a poor fellow after all."

"It's not that bad... He's just a poor guy."

…

In the rest area of ​​Ziyun High School.

The competition coach looked at Le Mulan, Lian Tianji and others in front of him, and suddenly said, "What do you think about us bringing Zhang Yu here?"

Obviously, the coach wanted to naturalize Zhang Yu after seeing his performance.

Lian Tianji said at the side: "Although Zhang Yu does not have the bloodline of our Ziyun High School, he does perform well. I also think it is a good idea to bring him over."

The so-called lack of bloodline is a popular chain of contempt within Ziyun High School.

It generally refers to the students from Ziyun Nursery, Ziyun Kindergarten, Ziyun Primary School and Ziyun Junior High School.

From left to right, the more Ziyun academic qualifications one has, the purer the "bloodline" is considered to be.

Le Mulan at the side asked, "Where did he get his first and second education?"

"I actually asked him that." Lian Tianji talked about Zhang Yu's previous elementary and junior high school.

Le Mulan immediately revealed a trace of uncontrollable disgust on her face. These two schools had too much of a poor vibe.

Seeing the change in Le Mulan's expression, Lian Tianji knew that there was no hope, and thought to himself: "The next time I meet Zhang Yu, I guess we will compete in a martial arts competition."

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Thinking of this, a hint of anticipation emerged in his heart.

…

In front of the toilet.

As soon as Zhang Yu came out, he was stopped by a man, who was none other than Han Xingye, the competition coach of Bailong High School.

"Zhang Yu, come to Bailong High School." Han Xingye extended his hand to Zhang Yu: "It would be a pity for you to stay in Songyang with such talent."

"Although you performed well in this competition, the future will only get further and further away from us."

Han Xingye was telling the truth.

Although most of the best students in Songyang City are divided up among the three famous universities, over time... there will always be some left behind in other key high schools, or even ordinary high schools.

Han Xingye had also seen several students from other high schools who had performed outstandingly in magic competitions in their first year of high school.

But I have never seen sophomores and juniors performing well in mana competitions...students from other high schools.

"If you come to Bailong High School, I will definitely help you apply for a contract with good enough conditions."

Zhang Yu suddenly asked, "If I go to Bailong High School, can I get into the top ten?"

Han Xingye was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect Zhang Yu to ask such a question, and was stumped for a moment.

The real answer is of course no. When Zhang Yu arrived at Bailong High School, he just became an investment project of Bailong High School.

Not to mention the top ten, the purpose of recruiting Zhang Yu was to prevent him from participating in other competitions left in the first year of high school. After all, these achievements related to college entrance examination scores and university interviews are gilded projects for the rich, and the poor should not be allowed to take up the places.

As for college, I will definitely be able to get into a good university in the future, but it will definitely not be one of the top ten.

After all, the conditions at Bailong High School must be better than those at Songyang High School, and Zhang Yu can also get better development here.

But the top ten spots... were never meant for the poor.

At this moment, Teacher Yan came over and stopped in front of Zhang Yu, looking at Han Xingye warily: "Teacher Han, what are you talking about to my student?"

No matter whether Zhang Yu is rich or not, for Teacher Yan, as long as he can get a ranking, that is her teaching achievement.

Han Xingye smiled helplessly. Everyone brought their students to participate in the competition every year, and he and Teacher Yan were acquainted with each other.

Han Xingye was a little embarrassed to be caught poaching students from another team. He immediately said to Zhang Yu, "No matter what, it's better than you staying in Songyang High School... what, right?"

Teacher Yan got angry when he heard this.

What the heck? Don't think that I can't guess the insulting words you used against Songyang High School just because you didn't say it!

However, thinking of the gap between her own school and Bailong High School, Teacher Yan was really afraid that the other party would continue to say something that she could not refute, so she had to interrupt and said, "Okay, this teacher can communicate with me if you have anything to say, please don't harass our students."

Watching Teacher Yan and Zhang Yu leave, Han Xingye shrugged and thought to himself, "If he is really sober enough, he should choose this side."

"Even if I still can't make it into the top ten."

…

"Did you see that?"

"Fourth place! Zhang Yu got fourth place in total! Do you know who got fourth place?"

"Just tell me how much money you plan to invest."

Listening to the sound coming from Bai Zhenzhen, Mo Tianyi said helplessly: "Zhenzhen, you don't have to be so excited, I can see..."

Bai Zhenzhen: "Why don't you transfer the money quickly? Your boss wasn't this good when he was in the first year of high school, right?"

Mo Tianyi: "Of course, the boss has also won a place in the competition..."

After some discussion, Mo Tianyi concluded: "Zhang Yu's performance is indeed excellent."

"I admit that I gave you less money than you paid me earlier."

"I will talk to the boss and several other seniors about the situation and try my best to get more investment for you."

Bai Zhenzhen already knew this and urged, "Remember to approve the money quickly."

After disconnecting the connection, Mo Tianyi looked at the camera and saw Zhang Yu ranked fourth. His chest, which should have cooled down long ago, seemed to warm up slightly.

“That’s beautifully done.”

“I was able to break through the suppression of so many rich people and reach this rank.”

"Unfortunately, it's too late..."

Mo Tianyi felt helpless and sad: "If it were two years earlier, I would definitely choose you."

On the other side, Bai Zhenzhen thought to herself, "Have you ever won a place in a martial arts competition? I want to see which one you are."

Thanks to 'FrankChiao' for sending the Oscar trophy gift to Zhang Yu (End of this chapter)