CHAPTER 18: CHAPTER 15: FLEEING IN PANIC

Su Jianjun is not only a clean freak but also has an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

By 11 PM, he had finally cleaned the house from top to bottom, and today Su Yue didn’t deliver food, so he returned to his bedroom early for once.

...

Available diligence value: 91 points.

Diligence Counter:

1. Sleep exemption

2. Locked

Qi Blood Value: 13 kcal.

...

Since leaving the Investigation and Arrest Bureau, Su Yue has remained calm, so his diligence value hasn’t increased anymore.

After removing the silver needle, his Qi Blood Value was still 13 kcal, with no progress as of now.

"I still have some internal injuries today. I’ll think of a way to get another silver needle tomorrow."

Late at night, Su Yue was doing handstands in the corner.

Today, he decided to sleep for four hours; it was time for a pre-sleep summary.

With 15 Qi Blood Pills from the military supply and a few from Xiong Taiguang, Su Yue was confident he could soon break through to 14 kcal.

A-class Wuda requires 17 kcal of Qi Blood, so he should be stable.

But Su Yue’s goal was not just this; he wanted to go to the Big Four.

"Dad, are you doing well in prison?"

The day after tomorrow, he could visit the prison, and Su Yue suddenly felt a little nervous.

He didn’t know if his dad lost weight; they said there’s only boiled cabbage in prison, living is tough.

Life imprisonment.

Remembering Su Qingfeng’s sentence made Su Yue feel suffocating pain.

But he hadn’t given up hope.

Once he got into the Big Four, he could exchange his merits for his dad’s freedom.

"Dad, wait a few more years, trust me, I will definitely free you."

Su Yue silently made a decision in his heart.

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The next day.

Su Yue arrived at school early to participate in the morning training. Wang Lu Feng had a KFC in his left hand and a stuffed egg pancake in his right, following Gong Ling like a sycophant.

"Class monitor, do you prefer Western food or Chinese food?

"This is a globally renowned chain’s Western food, and this is Aunt Zhang’s handcrafted Chinese cuisine, take your pick.

"Both milk and soy milk are hot, just like my heart."

Su Yue always felt that since Wang Nanguo resolved the crisis, Wang Lu Feng had become more arrogant.

Forget it, not worth bothering with him.

Su Yue pressed the silver needle, keeping his Qi Blood suppressed at 6 kcal, and began special training with the team.

Early morning special training actually has limited effectiveness.

Su Yue also thought about it a bit.

Since he no longer needed to worry about livelihood, he felt that he should temporarily put aside his food delivery job.

Perhaps, he could challenge himself with more difficult training.

But how should he train?

Su Yue was a bit troubled.

What about underground boxing?

But he wasn’t wanted by the black market; it would be great if he had Xiong Taiguang’s disguise skills.

All morning, Su Yue’s mind wandered, although his apparent Qi Blood Value wasn’t high, he unexpectedly never fell behind.

Gong Ling felt a bit sorry for Su Yue, clearly a good prospect.

Wang Lu Feng clenched his fist, recalling the humiliation of being left in the dust by Su Yue.

Even the special training instructor felt it was a pity for Su Yue.

Actually, Su Yue was really good, with a determined and tenacious character, never complaining about hardship or fatigue, but unfortunately, his aptitude was too poor.

After all this training, his Qi Blood Value was still only 6 points.

Regrettably, Qi Blood Pills were too expensive; with Su Yue’s family level, they simply couldn’t afford it.

The special training ended, and there was a half-hour break.

In the bathroom stall, Su Yue gritted his teeth to endure the excruciating pain as he inserted the fifth silver needle.

The waves of severe pain ripped through his flesh like tearing, almost unbearable.

Although there were no visible wounds on Su Yue, he felt as if all the blood vessels in his body had snapped.

"Ugh... huff..."

The power of the fifth silver needle was fully activated, and now Su Yue was carrying a weight of 100 pounds.

The wave of pain receded like the tide, and after a furious roar, Su Yue gasped comfortably for a few breaths.

What a deadly torment it was.

...

Available diligence value: 94 points.

Diligence Counter:

1. Sleep exemption

2. Locked

Qi Blood Value: 13 kcal.

...

Su Yue glanced at the system.

The diligence value increased by 3 points.

After carrying 100 pounds, he noticeably felt his Qi Blood increase somewhat.

After more intensive training for over a month, it should reach 14 kcal.

Leaving the bathroom, Su Yue noticed that his classmates were looking at him strangely, some with their eyes glinting with a peculiar and indecent expression, how to say... somewhat sleazy.

The moment he stepped out of the bathroom, Su Yue heard someone whispering:

"Su Yue is already so energetic in the early morning, like a wolf or tiger; the sound he made was too wild."

"Solving it directly in the bathroom, too impatient! Aren’t his legs weak!"

"He probably stayed up all night watching videos yesterday, how despicable, not sharing the files."

"Do you think his phone has the resources?"

"Just a bit of resources, I have over 20 downloaded on my phone, all from the train series."

"A good person will remain safe for life."

"Cut the nonsense, two meals of KFC."

"Deal."

After the increase in Qi Blood, Su Yue’s hearing improved a lot; he could hear their discussions clearly.

Damn it, seems like a misunderstand happened.

But when inserting the silver needle, it really hurt too much, calling out was an involuntary reaction.

Su Yue’s face turned red with shame, and he could only lower his head and hurry away.

Too embarrassing.

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The morning was cultural classes, which posed no difficulty for Su Yue; he was already thoroughly familiar with them.

Wang Lu Feng shamelessly harassed Gong Ling under the pretense of asking about homework, only to get chased off holding his head.

This was when people realized that the class monitor Gong Ling’s Qi Blood Value was already 11, even higher than Wang Lu Feng’s by one point.

Throughout Cengyan Second Middle School, Gong Ling had entered the first echelon.

It’s said that the strongest one is the class monitor of Class 1, Zhou Yuncan, with a Qi Blood Value of 13, already close to the B-class Wuda acceptance line.

While in other high schools in Cengyan City, even stronger talents exist, some surpassing 14 Qi Blood.

The potential class assessment a week later was bound to be a fierce competition.

Wang Lu Feng’s confidence was shattered, and he quieted down.

"Class, dismissed,"

Ding Beitu announced the end of class; it was time for lunch.

"Everyone, look downstairs, that senior sister is a student from Northern Wuda; what is she doing at Second Middle School?"

"Indeed, that backpack is definitely from Northern Wuda."

"Oh my god, a Third-Grade Martial Artist; she should only be a sophomore."

"How wonderful it would be if I could be like her."

In an instant, the classroom erupted into buzz, even Ding Beitu walked over to the window.

Indeed.

A tall girl with a ponytail, carrying a backpack, leisurely walked into the gates of Second Middle School.

The class just ended, and the students hadn’t left the classroom; she stood out on the empty campus.

Northern Divine Land’s First Core Martial Arts Academy.

One of the Big Four Martial Schools, abbreviated as... Northern Wuda.

That backpack was only issued by Northern Wuda.

Having just finished sophomore year, already a Third-Grade Martial Artist, Northern Wuda’s prowess was indeed well-known.

"A Third-Grade Martial Artist, so impressive."

Wang Lu Feng gazed downstairs with a bruised face.

His father, Wang Nanguo, the Director of the Investigation and Arrest Bureau, was merely a Fourth-Grade Martial Artist.

The strongest in Cengyan City was Admiral Li Xingpei, a Sixth-Grade Grandmaster Martial Artist.

Theoretically, his father, being Fourth-Grade, wouldn’t qualify as Deputy Admiral, but the Xiong Taiguang case was special, so he was specially promoted by the Governor.

A Third-Grade Martial Artist is on the level of Second Middle School’s principal.

Their second-year instructor was only a First-Grade Martial Artist.

A Second-Grade Martial Artist would be on the level of a vice-principal.

In other words, with this girl’s Martial Artist grade, she was already not inferior to the principal of Cengyan City’s Second Middle School.

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