CHAPTER 9: CHAPTER 6: SU JIANJUN THE CLEAN FREAK

At noon, Su Yue gnawed on six beef buns and drank four bags of milk, then lay for a while on a bench in a small park.

Training is physically demanding, and beef and milk are essential supplements.

Of course, there are better ingredients for boosting energy, but Su Yue can’t afford them.

The so-called Qi Blood Pills don’t directly increase your Qi Blood level; they’re just a bundle of energy waiting to be digested. You still need to train hard, but it becomes twice as effective.

If this were an online game, it would be like consuming a double experience pill, which also has a time limit. Delay too long, and the pill’s effect will fade.

So, taking Qi Blood Pills is also a technical skill.

"Stuck at 13 Qi Blood, it’s a painful process."

Su Yue exclaimed in frustration.

His Qi Blood was stalled at 12 units for more than half a month.

Keep in mind, Su Yue has been putting in twice the effort of his classmates, and he occasionally takes a pricey Qi Blood Pill.

"With 13 Qi Blood, I can’t even get into a Class B Wuda. No room for slack."

The night training begins.

Su Yue didn’t even go home, continuing his rigorous training.

Today he earned over 260 dollars, recouping his cake money.

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The admission scores for Wuda are adjusted every year, but not by much overall.

Last year,

the admission score for the four core Wudas was 19 units of Qi Blood.

Class A Wuda: 17 units.

Class B Wuda: 14 units.

Rumor has it the admission score will go up this year.

Don’t be fooled by the mere two-unit difference between Class A and the core; remember, systematic training in the senior year of high school lasts only one short year.

Once Qi Blood exceeds 10 units, each additional unit takes a long time to achieve.

Especially exceeding 15 units, it can take up to half a year without seeing any increase.

A 19-unit threshold is definitely a nightmare.

Remember, with 20 units of Qi Blood, you can be sealed and become a formal Martial Artist.

At some Class B Wuda, many sophomores and juniors barely reach 20 units of Qi Blood.

Yet at the four core Wudas, 19 units is merely the bare minimum.

It’s heard that after the college entrance exam, some candidates with over 20 units have already become Sealed Martial Artists, which is enough to make one despair.

And for examinees below 14 units, it’s not like they have no chance.

If you encounter some opportunities in later liberal arts universities, you might enter Wuda again through special exams, but it is extremely difficult.

There are all kinds of martial arts training classes in society that can help those who failed the college entrance exam to train.

But students making it back to Wuda this way are rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

If the path to Wuda is blocked, some even choose to forsake college for military service.

This route to recognition is even more brutal.

The military recruits people from Wuda directly as officers.

As for ordinary people enlisting, they start as soldiers, and sending soldiers to the battlefield is essentially a death mission.

To become an officer, you must retake the military academy entrance exam.

Soldiers need both military merits and strength to enter military academies, which is very difficult.

Military academies have strong faculty, not even inferior to the four core Wuda, but they are independent of the Ministry of Education, and 70% of admissions are for soldiers.

In summary, the college entrance exam is not the only path to becoming a Martial Artist.

But if you miss the college entrance exam opportunity, becoming a Martial Artist is ten times more difficult.

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Before you know it, another night passed.

Sure enough, after 13 units, the progress rate is slow as a crawl.

Compared to before, it’s twice as slow.

To reach 19 units in a year truly feels as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

Su Yue planned to challenge the fifth silver needle in a week.

Although he might get injured, he can’t care anymore.

In the early morning, Su Yue instinctively ran to the braised noodle stall.

Then, he realized Xiong Taiguang doesn’t eat here anymore.

Shaking his head, Su Yue turned and left. Watching the stall owner’s puzzled expression, he even felt a sense of guilt like he’d cheated on someone.

Back home, Uncle and his little cousin were still there.

"Su Yue, was it you who bought the cake?"

Su Jianjun was mopping the floor and looked up when Su Yue came back.

This kid isn’t really fat, but his face is as red as an apple, so he doesn’t look thin.

"Yeah, did you think Tang Monk sent it to you?"

Su Yue changed his shoes.

"Such an expensive cake, don’t buy it anymore. Only kids eat cakes on their birthdays, and I don’t like sweets."

"And why buy it in the morning when you could wait until the cake shop closes to get it half-price? Speak nicely to the staff, and they might even give you a few pieces of bread."

Su Jianjun criticized Su Yue as if he were a spendthrift who didn’t know how to live frugally, wielding a mop as tall as himself.

"Haha, morning cakes are fresh."

Su Yue flicked his little cousin’s forehead, making a crisp sound.

The cleanliness and brightness of this home are all thanks to Su Jianjun.

Su Yue goes to school and delivers food; Uncle is disabled, so neither of them has time to clean the house.

Su Jianjun is diligent, bearing a maturity and sensibility beyond his years.

But Su Yue found it normal.

All beings suffer; doesn’t he bear beauty and wisdom beyond his years too?

Who isn’t tired!

Su Jianjun’s biggest trouble is running his mouth like a housewife.

"Su Yue is back."

Uncle turned his wheelchair out; he’s an ordinary middle-aged man.

"Yeah, have you taken your medicine?"

Su Yue asked.

Su Jianzhou’s leg, though amputated, requires continuous medication, and his salary covers only the meds.

"I’ve taken it, don’t worry."

"By the way, in a few days, the year is up. You should go see your father."

Su Jianzhou reminded.

"I know, I’ve already asked for leave in advance."

Su Yue nodded.

"Don’t push yourself too hard in training; we have enough money, take more rest."

Su Jianzhou smiled.

"Su Yue, Dad, come out to eat cake."

Suddenly, Su Jianjun shouted.

"Hmm? You’ve kept the cake since yesterday?"

Su Yue was stunned.

"Saved it for you; Su Jianjun got up three times last night, sniffed it, and put it back."

Su Jianzhou chuckled.

"This kid, a day old, it’s not fresh anymore."

Su Yue sighed.

Then the three happily ate the cake.

"Things only kids eat, don’t buy them again."

Su Jianjun blew out the candles but still complained.

Then, a chubby kid with a red apple face began wolfing down.

It was practically a battle.

The three laughed joyfully.

Su Jianjun devoured half a large cake by himself.

Kids, how could they not like cake?

After eating, Uncle and the little cousin returned to the factory.

All of Su Yue’s shoes were polished spotless by Su Jianjun. This little twit is really diligent, and his damn cleanliness is a love-hate trait.

Keep working.

Tomorrow is Monday, back to school.

A whole day and night passed quickly. Su Yue’s silhouette dashed through the streets of Cengyan City.

Unfortunately, ever since reaching 13 Qi Blood, progress has been particularly slow, slow enough to make Su Yue a bit anxious.

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Monday morning.

Su Yue had to follow the school’s training.

He changed clothes and came to the sports field where most students were already lined up.

Though it was just systematic endurance training, it meant little to Su Yue.

Another group of students not aiming for Wuda could also opt out.

Not far away, many indeed found excuses to sit by the field, some reading, some chatting.

Those who didn’t participate weren’t restricted by the school.

"Huh, why is Wang Lu Feng the training fanatic sitting alone in the corner looking depressed today?"

Su Yue walked towards the team.

He suddenly saw someone sitting hunched in a corner, resembling a hungry, skinny bear.

Buzz. Buzz.

Just as Su Yue was about to join the team, his earphones in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

Su Yue was taken aback and took out the earphones.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

A current sound appeared in the earphones—this is the auto-start function of the recorder.

To save power, the earphones sleep when there’s no sound.

But when there’s sound, they turn on automatically.

"Xiong Taiguang is talking to someone?"

Putting on the earphones, Su Yue stood stunned on the side of the road.

"Su Yue, are you coming for the training? "

"Never mind if he’s dodging, let’s start."

The instructor asked, but Su Yue was lost in thought and didn’t reply. Seeing this, the instructor disdainfully shook his head.

If you’re avoiding it, just avoid it, why pretend not to hear.

Martial heirs are ostentatious; not just Su Yue, even Wang Lu Feng has started slacking off.

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