CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 38: WILD GOOSE LEGION

Afternoon humanities exam.

It wasn’t very difficult, mostly multiple-choice questions. Although Su Yue was clumsy writing with his left hand, he had no choice, it was a bit slow.

The humanities and martial arts exam papers were different.

Clearly, the martial arts exam papers had been forcefully made easier. Anyone who had skimmed their books in the last few days, at this level of Qi Blood, would likely not be deducted.

Those not admitted to the potential class would have to take the genuine humanities exam in a few days.

The leak of the martial arts exam questions did not affect the humanities exam at all; the difficulty levels were not in the same league.

Due to the simplicity of the exam, most candidates left the room early.

Su Yue hated the essay section, 2000 words — how hard it was to write with his left hand.

The invigilator hated Su Yue as well.

The paper was a five-in-one version.

Chinese, Geography, Biology, Chemistry.

As for foreign language subjects, they were abolished centuries ago.

The application of simultaneous translation technology completely shattered students’ fear of being dominated by foreign languages.

Mathematics and Physics were compulsory for humanities students but could be avoided by martial arts students.

Geography, Biology, and Chemistry likely had some utility for martial artists, so they were retained.

The exam lasted three hours in total, but by the end of the first two hours, the exam hall was empty.

In the remaining hour, the classroom was deserted, the proctor bored, watching Su Yue, the lone participant, perform like an epileptic.

...

Nightfall!

After the joint exams, based on candidates’ self-reported clues from various schools, the scores were roughly the same as the previous predictions.

The First Middle School should be the biggest winner, with Liao Ping at 17 cards of Qi Blood, absolutely fine.

Liao Ji from the Third Middle School had 16 cards.

However, Zhou Yuncan from the Second Middle School ultimately failed to reach 16 cards, admitting to only 15 cards.

Below them, surprisingly no one reached 14 cards.

Only three candidates admitted to 13 cards.

The number of candidates with 12 cards gradually increased to five or six.

But below 14 cards, it wouldn’t affect the overall results.

The majority were still 9 card candidates, with less than ten at 10 cards.

If no candidates intentionally hid the truth, tomorrow’s announced results should match today’s predictions.

In fact, there had been a highly confidential mock exam before the official one.

Only the students with 8 and 9 cards were the variable.

The scores had been kept secret to prevent cheating by the elite.

As for Su Yue’s 18 card score, no one paid any heed to it.

His only memorable moment was when he bragged without making any waves, and was the last to leave the exam room, leaving the invigilator fuming red-faced.

He had wasted a full three hours, this one-armed swordsman was quite the peculiar troublemaker.

...

Aside from the sophomore joint exams, there was another piece of news in Cengyan City that sparked public panic.

The Investigation and Arrest Bureau found a dozen bodies by the lakeside, all second-year high school students, and the manner of death was the same as in other cities in Renqing Province.

This was also the handiwork of the Yangxiang Sect cultists.

Su Yue looked at the television screen on the street, feeling sour inside.

In the images, the bodies were being carried away, faces pixelated.

He had seen these people die with his own eyes, powerless to help.

If it hadn’t been for the people of the Yangxiang Sect, they would also have been candidates for the potential class.

On what should have been a joyous day, their parents must have been crying their hearts out.

Indeed.

This world is not peaceful, the dangers you don’t know about don’t mean they don’t exist.

The news also reported that the Yan Gui Corps had fully taken over the Yangxiang Sect case.

"Sigh, Dr. Jiu Mao is already dead, the cultists likely fled long ago, the military stepped in too late."

Su Yue shook his head.

The Yan Gui Corps should be another army no weaker than the Miracle Corps.

Unfortunately, they arrived too late.

Previously, Su Yue would have been like everyone else, harshly criticizing the military for being late.

But now, he understood the military’s helplessness.

Perhaps on that battlefield called the Wet Realm, the military had suffered even more significant losses.

This era is truly unsettled.

Upon reaching home, his little cousin asked Su Yue about his scores.

Su Yue told him he scored 18 cards, was the champion of the Cengyan City joint exams, and encouraged him to brag to his classmates.

However, the little guy obviously didn’t believe him and scorned Su Yue for his thick skin.

Su Jianzhou chuckled.

Decades ago, the college entrance exam policy was different, and Su Jianzhou didn’t use Su Qingfeng to criticize him.

...

Late at night.

The principal’s office at Cengyan Second Middle School was still lit.

All school leaders were seated at the conference table, properly watching the screen.

The Renqing Education Bureau was holding a video meeting.

The Director of Education personally hosted the meeting, and all school leaders at Second Middle School sat upright, maintaining seriousness.

"After announcing the results tomorrow, all principals, do not mix in personal feelings.

"Reward those deserving, punish when necessary, and expel those who need to be sent back to the Teacher Combat Institute without hesitation."

The director held the manuscript, his words were very serious.

The Teacher Combat Institute is a combat organization under the Governor’s Mansion, composed entirely of teachers from the Education Bureau.

In the Divine Land, as long as one is a martial artist, they must go to the battlefield, this is mandatory service.

And because of its special nature, battlefield service is handled by the Teacher Combat Institute.

Being sent to the Teacher Combat Institute is a nightmare for all teachers.

The reason martial artists vie to become teachers is to be exempt from service; if sent back to the Teacher Combat Institute, their lives could be in danger at any time.

"Understood!"

In the video, the principals of the five high schools expressed their understanding.

The principals from First and Third Middle Schools were expressionless; such matters of last-place elimination had nothing to do with them.

They were merely waiting for rewards.

Two teachers at Second Middle School were likely to be in the bottom ranks, among them Ding Beitu was certainly in the last three.

The Fourth and Fifth Middle Schools had always performed poorly.

"You best take this matter seriously; yesterday, a middle school principal in Yuanfu City personally went to the Governor to suggest abolishing this assessment.

"Now, that principal should be on his way to the Teacher Combat Institute.

"Everyone, make sure not to fail me."

The director was genuinely worried about himself.

The Governor was determined to overhaul the high school department, and it wasn’t just teachers and principals; even they, the directors, could end up in the Wet Ghost Tower.

"Although the final results are not yet announced, you must have an idea in your minds. I suggest you talk to the teachers tonight, give them a heads up, to avoid any surprises."

The director reminded again.

"Rest assured, Director, Cengyan Second Middle School has two homeroom teachers at the bottom, I will issue the dismissal notices shortly."

Cengyan Second Middle School was the first to respond.

This was a good opportunity to curry favor with leadership.

"We’ll also issue them."

The principals of the Fourth and Fifth Middle Schools gave a bitter smile. Despite their desire to protect their homeroom teachers, it seemed hopeless.

"I’m not forcing you to do anything; you better know what you’re doing."

With that, the director ended the video meeting.

...

Educational Bureau meeting room.

The director let out a long sigh of relief.

Why was the Governor making such grand gestures to reform, was it because the races in the Wet Realm had started to counterattack crazily again?

Are Earth Martial Artists unable to withstand it anymore?

The Teacher Combat Institute.

It’s practically hell, the director shivered thinking about it.

Hopefully, the teachers can work harder next year; if things stay the same mess, the Governor might even assess him too.

The Education Department only manages the various Wuda, and the high school department’s bureau-level units are directly handed over to the Governor’s Mansion.

With this, high school teachers are entirely under the Governor’s Mansion’s control, which is why many principals are dissatisfied.

...

"Principal... this..."

With the video call ended, the student activities department teachers looked at the principal, looking at one another in dismay.

"What are you looking at, notify Liu Dachen to deliver Ding Beitu’s dismissal notice."

The principal picked up the dismissal letter on the table and quickly signed it.

As long as Ding Beitu signed it, he would no longer be managed by the local education bureau, and his files would directly return to the Governor’s Mansion.

Only then could Ding Beitu return to the Teacher Combat Institute.

"But, the scores aren’t out yet, isn’t it inappropriate."

One teacher from the student activities department said.

"What’s inappropriate, Gong Ling himself said he only has 12 cards, there’s no hope.

"Go, don’t waste time, remember to let Liu Dachen personally inform him."

The principal instructed again.

This kind of offending and scapegoating task should be handled by the younger people.