After Baiyu finished answering the questions, he quietly waited in the rest area for the next arrangements. During this time, quite a few people came to see him, but it seemed like they were not there for any serious matters.
They... were probably just coveting his body.
Fortunately, with Ning Qian around, she was able to help him fend off a lot of troublesome situations.
Baiyu leaned back against the classroom chair, closed his eyes, and his consciousness entered the Scholar Space.
Cang Yan was curled up asleep in the corner, showing no signs of waking up. It had been almost twelve hours since last night.
"What are the uses of the other devices in here?"
Currently, the task is not completed.
Baiyu’s attention was on those peculiar things inside the Scholar Space.
Baiyu meticulously estimated the area of the entire space; it was exactly twenty square meters, akin to a simple rental room.
Three walls out of four had content on them.
The front wall was a subject knowledge tree, the left featured a task bar and a lottery bar, right next to a small wooden cabinet where the system distributed physical rewards. The right side had slots for storing sealing objects.
Currently, there were only two slots on the wall, and the Soaring Eagle Gloves were placed in one of them by Baiyu.
As for the last wall, Baiyu had not yet discovered its purpose.
He walked over to the machinery next to the small wooden cabinet.
It was something akin to a nutrient pod; Baiyu had tried to open it, but failed entirely.
[Spend a hundred points to enter the Dream Battlefield, where you can simulate anyone you’ve encountered.]
[The Dream Battlefield lasts for eight hours and can be used during sleep to dispel fatigue, relieve stress, and clear all chaotic emotions from the brain while learning.]
This thing seems pretty awesome.
Simulating any opponent is essentially a free sparring partner. It’s known that martial training is very expensive, usually charged by the class hour.
But for a Quasi-Martial Artist to progress to a Martial Artist, having only Blood Qi isn’t enough—combat skills, Spirit Technique movements, etc., are all crucial.
It’s just that using it once for a hundred points is a bit of a rip-off.
Baiyu sensed the commotion outside and didn’t linger any longer, exiting the Scholar Space with his consciousness.
A lot of people had already completed their evaluations.
Those who didn’t pass left dejectedly, clearly unable to attend the subsequent training.
Ning Qian took out a big bag of potato chips from her backpack, munching noisily.
Potato chips made by Potato Beasts, semi-meat products that are one of the few foods capable of replenishing Blood Qi, costing several thousand Imperial Coins per bag.
"Speaking of money, I’ve been short of cash lately, the materials for the Prayer Technique apprentice exhausted all my savings, so I’ll need to find an opportunity to level up Extraordinary Biology to LV1."
Baiyu was calculating in his mind.
Although Bruce was dead, he still had an unshakable feeling of gloom in his heart; this matter was far from over.
Two people whom Baiyu didn’t recognize entered the rest area of Linjiang First Middle School.
Only Baiyu didn’t recognize them.
After all, Xiang Le and Feng Yuan had been popular figures among students for years. Only a genuine study nerd like Baiyu, who was utterly focused on his studies and didn’t care about worldly affairs, wouldn’t know.
There was a ranking list in Linjiang City, showcasing the top candidates for the college entrance exam.
Baiyu was ranked sixth.
These two were ranked higher than Baiyu.
"Do you have any business?" Baiyu looked at the two of them.
Feng Yuan and Xiang Le glanced at each other and then, astonishingly, spoke in unison:
"Baiyu, in the upcoming courses, we won’t lag behind you. From this moment on, we’ll see you as the strongest opponent."
They just left like that.
Baiyu wondered if something had triggered these two, and then Lan Ziyue approached him.
The girl looked downcast, dejected, with tears in her eyes.
Dong Chunsheng had asked seven questions in total; she answered six, but couldn’t answer the last one.
Xiang Le and Feng Yuan had answered five.
Only Baiyu answered all seven questions correctly and in the shortest time.
Even though Lan Ziyue was ranked second, her goal had always been to take first place; second to her was no different than failing, hence her disappointment.
She walked up to Baiyu.
Before she could speak, he interrupted her directly: "Don’t ask, I’m not interested in dating before college."
Baiyu’s eyes were bright and firm, rejecting her outright.
He wasn’t a jerk; he didn’t have the habit of stringing along people he didn’t like.
But Lan Ziyue was stunned.
Tear stains were still on her cheeks, and the blush quickly spread across her face, reaching her ears.
"Sigh, we’re all students, and early dating isn’t right. Why are you crying? There are plenty of other fish in the sea, why bother ?" Baiyu comforted her.
Lan Ziyue bit her lip lightly, blushing: "I wasn’t crying, and it’s just that I felt regrettable not being able to answer the last question, it has nothing to do with you!"
Baiyu nodded, feeling that he had been too decisive in his earlier rejection, and couldn’t help but offer more comfort:
"I heard you during the evaluation, it’s fine, that last question was way too easy, answering it would insult your intelligence, no need to feel sorry."
Lan Ziyue’s voice choked with emotion; before she finished speaking, she burst into tears, weeping like a river breaking its banks, and ran off, stomping her feet.
Nearby, Yue Zian and Qin Shou were dumbfounded.
Is there such a thing?
Watching Lan Ziyue cover her face and run away.
Baiyu slowly shook his head, feeling gratified, and smiled at Qin Shou and Yue Zian: "Clearly, she hasn’t had much experience, getting moved to tears so easily by a stranger’s kindness."
Qin Shou and Yue Zian were stunned.
Are you sure she was crying out of gratitude?
With this kind of steel-hearted guy’s comforting method, can you find a partner?
"Brother Bai, you’re truly too kind. She’s your competitor after all."
Ning Qian mumbled through a mouthful of potato chips.
Only then did the two remember there was Ning Qian, the scholarly servant.
Clearly, with such a good figure, so beautiful, and with such wealthy family background, why become a sycophant?
Sycophants never end well!
The two men simultaneously felt a kind of emotion called "bitter jealousy."
After a bit of delay.
The evaluations on Dong Chunsheng’s side finally concluded.
This class directly eliminated a quarter of the students.
The entire auditorium suddenly felt empty.
The crowd returned from the rest area to beneath the podium, Feng Yuan and Xiang Le stared at Baiyu like flames.
Lan Ziyue... looked more like a resentful lady from a deep boudoir.
And even with an inexplicable emotion in her eyes that Baiyu couldn’t understand.
Dong Chunsheng picked up the microphone and swept his gaze over the students from various schools:
"I believe through this lesson, you have understood the significance of forming a team.
Many who were eliminated were not because they couldn’t pass, but because their teammates couldn’t, which is quite regrettable.
I’m more delighted that most teams helped each other to pass.
A reliable team often makes things a lot easier.
For the upcoming Extraordinary Biology Class and Ancient Martial Arts Class, we have temporarily adjusted our teaching plan based on your excellent performance."