We made you practice martial arts, and you've mastered the Great Golden Body?

Chapter 22 Sanqing Mountain

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

As the piercing bell rang, the proctors on the podium glanced at the time and began to speak.

"Everyone, please check that you have filled in your name and student ID number correctly. The student in the last row, please stop writing now, otherwise you will be considered to be cheating..."

Shen Bailian calmly laid out the exam paper, answer sheet, and draft paper on the table in order. Only after the invigilator had collected them did she pick up her things and leave the examination room.

As soon as I returned to my class, I heard a mix of joy and regret. Some people were happy one second and then beat their chests in despair the next.

This is the most familiar part of checking answers after an exam.

"Is the answer to multiple choice question number twelve C?"

"Choose C? I calculated it to be B, you must have miscalculated."

"Impossible, you must have miscalculated. This problem requires L'Hôpital's rule, and then..."

"Stop arguing, Lao Shen. What did you choose for the twelfth multiple-choice question?"

While several students were arguing heatedly, one of them saw Shen Bailian about to return to his seat and quickly asked her a question.

Shen Bailian thought for a moment and slowly said, "Choose D."

"Depend on."

"Damn, I chose D the first time, but I changed it on the second check!"

Some people immediately looked annoyed and regretted their actions.

Some people jumped up in cheers, shouting, "I actually guessed right!"

No one doubted the authority of this answer, because Shen Bailian's math and physics scores had consistently been above 140 points for many years.

Shen Bailian smiled, and the two-day monthly exam came to a temporary end.

Not long after I returned to my seat, accompanied by the clatter of high heels on the floor, my homeroom teacher, Yan Yajuan, wearing a gray suit, walked in carrying a stack of papers.

Everyone instinctively looked up, and a series of gasps of astonishment filled the air.

The test paper was taken yesterday, will the results be released today?

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines and quickly returned to their seats.

At that moment, Wei Peng, crouching low, passed by Shen Bailian from behind the back door, handed her a pink letter, and then jogged back to his seat.

Shen Bailian held the letter, somewhat puzzled, but he knew now was not the time to ask.

After entering the classroom, Yan Yajuan didn't say a word, her expressionless face and stern gaze sweeping over everyone.

Those who were being watched by her held their breath, afraid of becoming the first to stick their necks out. The silence was a stark contrast to the scene just two minutes earlier; you could hear a pin drop.

Because their homeroom teacher's surname is Yan, which sounds the same as "Yan" in Chinese, and because of her teaching style, they privately call her "King Yama" (a derogatory term for the King of Hell).

"Don't be nervous, the papers haven't been graded yet."

Yan Yajuan's words immediately smoothed out the wrinkles in everyone's hearts, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"but."

Upon hearing these two words, some people who were about to bend over immediately straightened up, not daring to breathe.

"I'm in a bad mood today. Some people have ignored what I said."

Some of the students were already trembling with nervousness, their minds racing, trying to recall if they hadn't done their assigned cleaning duties properly one day, or if they hadn't been paying attention to their smart bracelets during class. They were terrified that the "certain people" the King of Hell was referring to were themselves.

"Don't be nervous, it has nothing to do with any of you students here."

"I'm here today to remind you all again that you are all high school students, and you are all martial arts students in reserve. You all have bright futures. Even if you don't get into a martial arts university, you can still cultivate to the level of a Dragon Gate Seed in the Profound Star System."

"These are all preferential welfare policies provided by the government. As long as you meet the requirements, you can apply for them without having to spend a lot of money on the market, take your chances, and gamble with your future!"

Yan Yajuan's words carried a hint of disappointment and self-blame.

She blamed herself for failing to notice the students' incorrect ideas in time as the homeroom teacher, which led to an irreparable mistake, even though she was not entirely responsible for the incident.

Some students seemed to understand something and turned to look at the empty seat next to Shen Bailian. In the past few days, they had all heard some rumors.

Yan Yajuan tidied up her things and said casually, "You all know who it is. Once you leave this room, don't talk about it anymore."

"Otherwise, you should all know what kind of temper I have."

"understood."

The students immediately tensed up and answered in unison.

"Now let's get down to business."

Yan Yajuan handed the stack of things in her hand to the students in the front row and asked them to distribute them one by one. She said, "I believe you all know more or less about the Eight Schools Joint Martial Arts Tournament."

“In the past, only a few students in our class would have had the opportunity to participate.”

As he said this, Shen Bailian felt his homeroom teacher glance at him, but he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.

"But this time, due to some reasons, the scale may be much larger than before, the threshold for participation has been lowered, and the basic punching power only needs to be 450kg."

"The rewards are also unprecedentedly generous, and some of them may become the most important turning point in your life."

When she got to the last sentence, Yan Yajuan deliberately slowed down her speech: "For example, the Lungmen species with a leap coefficient of 3.0 to 3.2."

Wow!
The quiet classroom was suddenly filled with the creaking and groaning of chairs being moved. Everyone looked at the homeroom teacher on the stage in disbelief, their eyes filled with eager anticipation.

Don't underestimate the difference of just a fraction of a second; for martial arts students with an average punching power of over 1000kg, it can make up for many inherent deficiencies.

It's no exaggeration to say that it was the most important turning point in his life.

Although Shen Bailian already knew some of the inside information, he was still quite excited when he heard it.

"Teacher, are there any conditions?"

Some people quickly snapped out of their frenzy and calmly asked, "There's no such thing as a free lunch. Such a generous reward must come with some conditions."

"Yes, there is. You will need to participate in a wilderness trial organized by the Education Bureau. There will be judges who will score your performance in the trial."

"Those ranked in the top 20% will qualify directly for the competition. Those ranked between 20% and 50% will need to have a punching power of 600kg to qualify."

"There is one more important thing."

Yan Yajuan adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses and said in a deep voice:
"This wilderness trial has a mortality rate, so you must discuss it with your parents. If you want to participate, sign the agreement with your and your parents' names and hand it to me on Monday."

"Okay, get out of class is over!"

After finishing her speech, the homeroom teacher, Yan Yajuan, shuffled away in her high heels.

Seeing this, Shen Bailian immediately handed the schoolbag to Wei Peng, who happened to arrive, and said, "Wait for me at the school gate," before quickly catching up with him.

(End of this chapter)