Chapter 90: Yo, Not Annihilating Me This Time? [2-in-1]
Confirming the Special Recruitment Exam didn’t take much time, and the two soon arrived at the second classroom to draw lots as required by the Special Recruitment Office teacher.
“This year’s Special Recruitment Exam time is much earlier.”
Some students had already gathered in this classroom, and everyone was discussing animatedly.
All the people gathered here now had received the message that the drawing of lots would start now, and they would prepare for the Special Recruitment Battle Exam tomorrow.
“This year is different from previous years. Mainly, in previous years, after the Special Recruitment Battle Exam, they would prepare for enrollment in just a couple of days.”
Fang Miao Wen said while pulling Ge Bai.
“I heard that this year, advancing the Special Recruitment Battle Exam is to leave time to pull the specially recruited students out for training before school starts, and it seems to be closed training.”
Ge Bai looked at Fang Miao Wen, somewhat surprised that this little girl knew so much.
“That’s a good thing.”
Ge Bai really felt it was a good thing from the bottom of her heart, just treat it like special military training.
“Everyone quiet down. Students who have completed confirmation, please line up to the podium to draw lots.”
Two teachers walked into the classroom holding a box and a stack of materials, setting up the drawing table while announcing loudly.
The students lined up one by one in front of the podium. The battle sequence chart had already been posted, which was an elimination match chart divided into upper and lower halves.
Each student drew a lot and directly filled it into one of the 32 grids.
Finally, the top 8 players would get Jinggang No. 1 Middle School Special Recruitment spots, and the top 3 would get full scholarships from Jinggang No. 1 Middle School.
Although now Ge Bai didn’t have to rely on this scholarship to pay tuition, she had no intention of holding back at all.
When she could fight for first place, why hide her strength?
“Only elimination matches?”
Ge Bai stood with Fang Miao Wen and asked softly. She felt this format was off, as luck played too big a role. She figured Fang Miao Wen knew more details.
Sure enough, Fang Miao Wen was very familiar with the Special Recruitment process.
“The Jinggang No. 1 Middle School Special Recruitment battle format hasn’t changed, same as previous years. Don’t think the first round is elimination matches; in the end, the results are still very fair.”
After the elimination matches, every eliminated player gets one challenge opportunity and can choose to challenge any Special Recruitment qualifier.
If they lose, they’re completely eliminated; if they win, they take the challenged player’s spot.
Of course, Jinggang No. 1 Middle School will equip the match venue with top technical and experienced treatment teams to ensure every player is in optimal condition before going on stage.
Soon it was Ge Bai and Fang Miao Wen’s turn to draw lots. Luckily, they drew into different halves.
“That’s great, Ge Bai. Looking forward to your performance.”
Seeing this result, Fang Miao Wen was very satisfied. Although she was confident in grabbing one of the 8 Special Recruitment spots, she didn’t want to meet Ge Bai too early.
After all, if luck was bad, under this format, she really would have to fight in the challenge matches.
After drawing lots, Fang Miao Wen proactively suggested taking Ge Bai to see tomorrow’s actual battlefield venue.
She had often come here in recent years to play with her cousin Ran Cai Jiao, so she was very familiar with Jinggang No. 1 Middle School.
Going to the actual battlefield venue now might even let them bump into members of the sophomore or junior battle teams training.
As the two were walking out, they met a tall and handsome boy head-on. His black hair wasn’t short but was styled very meticulously.
Not sure if it was a genetic mutation or deliberate dyeing, the boy had a distinct streak of silver hair on top of his head, not pale, but very glossy.
Wherever the boy passed, many people kept turning to look, but his face was stern and indifferent.
“Look, Long Jun Chi, the outstanding one from Jinggang’s Long family.”
Fang Miao Wen glanced at him, then looked away, softly introducing him to Ge Bai.
“Very strong?”
Ge Bai also took a few extra looks at Long Jun Chi. After all, he was a handsome boy; everyone loves beauty.
“Not bad, mainly their Long family has many dragons.”
Fang Miao Wen had actually known Long Jun Chi for a long time. Jinggang wasn’t small, but the families with inherited lineages were countable, and the elders of the Fang and Long families often interacted.
Long Jun Chi had a cold personality since childhood and looked down on everyone.
Fang Miao Wen knew very well that unless she brought out a desperate killing move now, normally she couldn’t beat Long Jun Chi.
But she really looked down on Long Jun Chi’s cold and aloof demeanor. They were all young people standing on their family shoulders; no one lacked talent.
He Long Jun Chi was indeed a bit stronger than everyone, but not to the point of being unreachable. What was with the high-cold act?
Ge Bai glanced at Fang Miao Wen and saw they didn’t get along, so she just smiled and didn’t ask more.
On the contrary, Long Jun Chi, when passing by Fang Miao Wen and Ge Bai, turned back for a few extra looks at them.
He remembered the Fang family girl; she was usually arrogant, with battles on her mind, looking down on anyone slightly less skilled.
Why was she so close to an unfamiliar girl now?
Long Jun Chi carefully took note of Ge Bai.
Ge Bai was unaware of this glance exchange during the brush-by, but even if she knew, she wouldn’t care much.
Battles compare strength; talking about irrelevant things is too boring.
“Put Long Jun Chi in the small number spot in Zone B.”
At the drawing table, a clear instruction came through that teacher’s earpiece. He looked up at the camera at the back of the classroom, nodded subtly to indicate received.
Then with a move of spiritual sense, he sent a message to his pet beast Illusion Bubble. The Illusion Bubble in the drawing box activated its skill, unobtrusively delivering the corresponding number to Long Jun Chi.
Which school doesn’t have some internally rated seed players? This is just human nature.
You know, in the previous two years, Jinggang No. 1 Middle School Special Recruitment directly set the battle lists by the school, but every year there were students and parents reporting dark box operations, saying designated battle lists were unfair.
The Alliance education department had multiple talks with Jinggang No. 1 Middle School’s school leaders about this.
Forced with no choice, the school changed from openly designating battle lists to the current true dark box operations.
What bad intentions could they teachers have? They just wanted seed players spaced a bit farther apart, to compete a few more matches for everyone to see their strength.
If there’s a real dark horse, no matter how the battle lists are adjusted, it can still break through smoothly.
The surveillance big screen was set up in Jinggang No. 1 Middle School’s small meeting room.
There weren’t many people in the meeting room, just the principal and three team leader teachers from the school battle team.
Zheng Mingchun, who had gone to Chongming District Public Junior High School and happened to see Ge Bai and Big Willow battle the Porcupine Beast, was also among them.
He was the one holding the walkie-talkie and remotely directing the drawing just now.
“Old Zheng, this year’s freshman battle team is yours to lead. Which students are you optimistic about?”
Big waves, red lips, high heels, tight OL outfit—a glamorous beauty leaned by the window, asking Zheng Mingchun with interest while looking at the screen.
Zheng Mingchun frowned and didn’t answer directly, instead emphasizing.
“After this year, battle teams won’t be divided by grade, just into three groups. Whichever group produces more starting members, that group’s teacher becomes the battle team’s team leader teacher.”
The glamorous beauty chuckled. “Okay, okay, you’re right. Then for the group you’re leading! Which ones are you optimistic about?”
This glamorous beauty was Ping Ningyan, the team leader teacher for Jinggang No. 1 Middle School’s senior year battle team this term. Even though the school changed to big battle team training mode this year, she didn’t care.
By this calculation, she still had the advantage this year.
Even if freshmen or sophomores had one or two standouts, could they really compete with the junior battle team kids who had trained bitterly for three years?
Anyone who can enter Jinggang No. 1 Middle School Battle Team is a genius; it’s just this year’s genius, last year’s genius, and the year before’s genius.
Zheng Mingchun glanced at her, very displeased with her attitude, and pursed his lips without speaking.
“Ningyan, what’s the rush? Doesn’t it start tomorrow?”
The young male teacher nearby smiled mildly, smoothing things over.
“This isn’t boring?” Ping Ningyan didn’t argue with Zheng Mingchun and brushed it off lightly.
“For this Special Recruitment, Teacher Zheng, put in more effort.” The white-haired old principal spoke up then. “You two focus on the training camp—ensure student life safety while maximizing their training results.”
“Got it.”
“Received.”
“Understood.”
The three teachers responded together.
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Following Fang Miao Wen to find Jinggang No. 1 Middle School’s battlefield area, Ge Bai didn’t go in for a close look and said goodbye first.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to wander more; it was just that Big Willow had come out with her today and was now clamoring to go back to the Spiritual Power Room to cultivate the Meditation Art.
After these days of cultivation, Big Willow clearly felt its spiritual power reserves surging, practicing energetically every day.
It didn’t even want to sleep, wishing to stay inside 24 hours a day.
Even when resting, it would come out and wildly practice Storm Willow Blade Hammer and Wind Weave Domain on the training ground, depleting spiritual power as fast as possible, then dive back into the Spiritual Power Room to cultivate.
It was just because Ge Bai mentioned in passing that cultivating the Meditation Art right after fully depleting spiritual power had better effects.
Big Willow tried it once and fell in love with that surging spiritual power feeling.
Before going out today, Ge Bai couldn’t stand it anymore and forcibly pressed Big Willow back into the spiritual consciousness space, commanding it to rest a bit.
Other beast tamers coax, trick, or force their pet beasts to train more.
Here, it was the opposite—she worried the pet beast would overtrain into deviation.
No one would believe it if said out loud. Ge Bai felt both gratified and helpless.
Big Willow was grinding itself to the max, even making Thousand Generations anxious.
Originally able to train skills for two or three hours a day, now it was competing with Big Willow—no rest for Big Willow, no rest for it.
Spatial Teleportation and Thousand Generations Sword also consumed a lot of spiritual power; Thousand Generations had formed the habit now.
As soon as spiritual power was depleted, it would spatially teleport to Big Willow’s Spiritual Power Room, glance at the still-cultivating Big Willow, take out Spiritual Power Recovery Potion, chug it down, forcibly refill spiritual power, then go out for another round of wild training.
Cycling like this repeatedly.
So today, Ge Bai not only pressed Big Willow into the spiritual consciousness space but also confiscated all Spiritual Power Recovery Potions from Thousand Generations’ space bag.
Forcing this tree and flower to rest properly.
But not even three hours out, and the two were already quarreling in the spiritual consciousness space, with one goal: go home to cultivate.
Unable to dissuade them, Ge Bai could only head back.
At this rate, Thousand Generations’ Thousand Generations Sword could break through to the Profound Meaning stage this week.
Big Willow’s Spiritual Power Room resource consumption was also twice as fast as imagined; going home, she’d need to procure another batch of spiritual power resources.
On the way back, Ge Bai pulled out the mobile terminal and checked the account balance.
Originally thought 10 million was plenty; now only over 5 million left. If all resources from Spirit Plant Research Institute, plus Thousand Generations’ Spiritual Power Room, there’d be hardly any left.
This money really isn’t enough; she’d be back to poverty line.
Ge Bai suddenly remembered what Fang Miao Wen just mentioned: every year, Jinggang No. 1 Middle School Special Recruitment first place gets one Advanced Level resource, and this year the old principal prepared a Space Element resource.
But back then Fang Miao Wen talked a lot, too much new info, Ge Bai heard but didn’t think deeply.
Now thinking of Thousand Generations’ Spiritual Power Room, she recalled this.
Isn’t this like wanting to sleep and finding a pillow?
Then this Special Recruitment first place, she’s determined to win it! ——
Back at the villa, Big Willow immediately dove into the Spiritual Power Room. Ge Bai casually warned it not to overdo, then ignored it.
Anyway, saying more wouldn’t be listened to. Train if it wants; she planned to enter the Spiritual Power Room at 11 PM sharp to drag Big Willow out to sleep.
Thousand Generations had just used Spatial Teleportation to send Big Willow into the Spiritual Power Room, then immediately spatially teleported itself to the third-floor training ground.
Too lazy even for those two steps.
Ge Bai looked at the two with a face full of black lines, hands behind back, heading to the third-floor training ground.
Seeing Ge Bai come, Thousand Generations shook its leaves as greeting, while its hands kept flinging Thousand Generations Sword without pause.
Now, Thousand Generations could smoothly fire 3 Thousand Generations Swords per second; Pseudo Thousand Generations Sword could do 7 per second.
Half real, half fake Thousand Generations Swords fired together—even Ge Bai couldn’t tell which was real or fake before explosion.
As for Spatial Teleportation, Thousand Generations now used it effortlessly, like eating or drinking.
But such smooth Spatial Teleportation had conditions: either teleporting itself, Big Willow, Little Peach, or even Ge Bai, with the teleported party fully willing; or the teleported party’s spiritual power value far below Thousand Generations’.
If the teleported party’s spiritual power value was higher than Thousand Generations’, or especially huge in size, then Spatial Teleportation needed charge time.
Teleporting away that Transcendence Realm 8th level Bloodthirsty Mad Hyena was already Thousand Generations’ best record.
Without disturbing Thousand Generations, Ge Bai leaned against the wall, sat cross-legged in the training ground, pondering Thousand Generations’ skills.
“Ding!”
“System upgrade complete.”
A clear mechanical voice sounded in Ge Bai’s spiritual sense.
“Shen Nong 3.7 System is happy to serve the host.”
Yo, entered a big stage, evolved from Shen Nong 2.7 to Shen Nong 3.7?
“Shen Nong, what did you evolve out?”
Ge Bai eagerly asked the system, but it ignored her, instead announcing unhurriedly in its own rhythm.
“System Task released: Please elevate at least one spirit plant to Transcendence Realm within 10 days.”
“Task success: System will reward one coordinate to a legacy secret realm.”
Ge Bai really wanted to ask what a legacy secret realm coordinate was, whose legacy secret realm, but it became on her lips.
“Yo, no annihilation for me this time?”
