Starting as an infant, with parents who are blond-haired delinquents?

After more than forty students and their parents found empty seats in their classroom, they began to wait quietly.

In addition, Zhang Chaoqiang noticed that Shen Guoqi had also brought his parents along, and their lazy demeanor was clearly a sign of confidence.

Shen Guoqi entered through the door, his swaying and lazy posture reminding Zhang Chaoqiang of the Tang-style video he had watched a few days ago.

At 9:15, on this important day, no student was absent, and everyone was in place.

When the school leaders and teachers weren't around, Zhang Chaoqiang could feel the gazes from other classes drifting over here from time to time.

It was directed at Old Chen, and then fell on Shen Qiangwei and Zhang Huolong.

Perhaps it's the scene where classical and elegant aristocratic attire collides with a bold and innovative, unrealistic, idealistic art style.

It's probably not common in their eyes.

Many classmates scoffed at this, thinking it was an overreaction.

Shortly after, Song Yu, the dignified head of teaching affairs, appeared in the center of the stage as the chief host of the activation ceremony.

Principal Liu and his board members were seated in exclusive seats in the first row of the audience, with nameplates in front of them.

Meanwhile, the homeroom teacher and subject teachers of each class stood at the back of the class line.

The moment they appeared, Zhang Chaoqiang felt that her chastity was in danger.

It felt like my whole body was being scrutinized and dissected.

"Respected school leaders, dear parents, and students, welcome to today's activation ceremony..."

The opening remarks were simple, and the room was initially silent. However, as the activation ceremony drew closer, the heartbeats of the students and parents became increasingly noticeable.

"Awesome! Keep it up!"

Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei didn't dare to speak loudly. They pressed their cheeks tightly against Zhang Chaoqiang's, making his mouth pout.

Tan Yue glanced sideways, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"Go Tan Yue!"

The same technique was applied to Tan Yue's face, and she smiled with satisfaction.

"Go Zhang Chaoqiang!" Tan Yue tugged at Zhang Chaoqiang's sleeve.

"You too."

...

After some opening remarks and an introduction to the instruments used in the activation ceremony.

Song Yu stepped aside, and the martial arts instructors behind him moved the crystal sphere device for activating spiritual power and the mental level testing center system to the front of the stage.

Under the bright light, both objects were shrouded in mystery. In the eyes of parents, these two things determined their children's future martial arts career.

"I hereby announce the official commencement of the activation ceremony for all students of the 1005 graduating class of Yuhua Primary School!"

"Now, starting with Class One, the first one is Chen Lingling..."

The audience gasped in surprise. It started so quickly?

The students in Class 1 immediately felt a surge of pressure.

As a pre-selection class for martial arts, the students in Class One are generally much better than those in other classes, both in terms of quality and quantity.

Therefore, Class 1 took the lead, which made the students in other classes very uneasy.

"Class One, Class One, is extraordinary!"

A loud voice suddenly rang out, heading towards its source. It was Zhang Chaoqiang's parent, Zhang Huolong, who was sitting in the very middle of Class One's seating area...

After a long pause, all the parents in the class spoke up in unison: "Class One, Class One, is extraordinary!"

Then, Chen Lingling, the first student to receive the activation ceremony, bravely stepped onto the stage with the encouragement of her family.

"Place your hands on the crystal ball, relax your whole body, and you'll feel a tingling sensation..."

After a series of instructions, the crystal ball, under the control of the staff, enveloped Chen Lingling in a visible azure light.

A few seconds later, the restraints deep within her body were completely released, and she felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure. The air currents pulsating through her body made her feel energetic.

"Spiritual power intensity, 53P!"

"Great!"

Chen Lingling's two parents were even more excited than she was, and many parents present cast envious glances at them.

53P, which is significantly higher than the 40P standard for applying to Yuhua Martial Arts School.

Next was the mental level test, but Chen Lingling did not have a mental level.

This means that he is not suitable to be a mech pilot.

Regardless, she was overjoyed.

Zhang Chaoqiang silently observed all of this. Six years ago, Chen Lingling's internal spiritual power was much lower than Tan Yue's when she first tested it. Through her understanding over the years, she has cultivated to 53P, which is already extremely excellent.

Tan Yue felt herself being watched by others, so she turned to look at Zhang Chaoqiang, who had already turned his head back to face her.

"Next, Chen..."

The activation ceremony continued smoothly. Gradually, Zhang Chaoqiang paid less attention to others, and a hint of worry could not be completely hidden between his brows...

The activation process was quick; in just twenty minutes, nearly thirty people were activated.

In Zhang Chaoqiang's class, most of the students' spiritual power hovered around 40P, and those who truly reached the standard of 40P accounted for about one-third.

The number of people who have reached the spiritual level is even smaller than those who have reached the spiritual power level, because the spiritual power level can be improved to some extent through comprehension.

Spiritual level depends on one's own talent. For example, the armor simulation class that Zhang Chaoqiang and Tan Yue conducted is a course that is only available in junior high schools of martial arts schools and is a special course for armor pilots.

Of the thirty people, only seven had reached the intermediate level of level zero; the majority were either at the lower level or had no level at all.

"Next up, Jiang Wenming!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wenming trembled slightly, as if he were both nervous and excited.

He hugged each of his elders and, carrying the hopes of the entire village, resolutely went on stage.

As his palm touched the center of the crystal ball, sweat dripped from his furrowed brow, his toes curled, and his breathing quickened…

"Spiritual power intensity, 3P."

Despite the jarring sound, Jiang Wenming remained expressionless, his inner emotions crumbling beneath the surface. A faint, mocking smile played on his lips as he faced Song Yu's cold declaration…

"The spiritual level is substandard and has no hierarchy."

He seemed to hear the laughter of countless parents and classmates. When he turned his neck, it made a stiff, robotic sound. Only then did he realize that not many people were paying attention to him.

Even with the lowest spiritual energy level in the entire arena, not many people would specifically mock him.

"Fortunately, not many people in life pay attention to me..."

Chapter 62 continues

Looking back at his family, who had been full of anticipation, Jiang Wenming walked down the stairs, dejected.

On his way down the stairs, he tripped over the railing because he was distracted. Already annoyed, he felt wronged and then became angry in a childish way.

Since life has poured such a bucket of cold water on me, I'll just kick this life apart!

In a fit of anger, Jiang Wenming kicked the bottom post of the railing hard. With a loud thud, the post didn't budge, but it made his legs and feet hurt and numb.

He was so embarrassed that tears were about to well up in his eyes, but thankfully, not many people in real life pay attention to him.

But after going down the stairs, he found that most people were looking at him, as if they were reflecting on what he had just done.

Annoyed and embarrassed, he quickly ran back to his spot.

His family felt sorry for him and didn't mention it much or offer much comfort, fearing that touching on his feelings would cause him to lose control.

As the next student went on stage, a soft singing voice came from behind Jiang Wenming.

"A youth has his own wildness, his body stands tall like mountains and rivers, daring to defy the sun and moon..."

The awkward yet clear singing voice became the gunshot that shattered the last vestige of tranquility.

In an instant, Jiang Wenming could no longer control his emotions and burst into tears. The combined efforts of his ten parents to comfort him had little effect.

The singing stopped abruptly, as if the singer realized they had done something wrong.

Zhang Huolong scratched the back of his head, muttering, "I saw in the video that this is how people sing to comfort others..."

Are you afraid he won't make it through?

Zhang Chaoqiang covered his face.

"Next up, Shen Guoqi!"

The class erupted in cheers, and as the class's mischievous little tyrant, he naturally attracted a lot of attention.

Shen Guoqi shrugged, nodded to his parents, and casually went on stage, his demeanor extremely relaxed.

As he reached out to activate his spiritual power, Shen Guoqi couldn't help but shiver when the abundant spiritual power was guided out of his body.

An unprecedented sense of power instantly filled his body, and his body even swelled up from the abundant spiritual energy.

"Shen Guoqi, spiritual power level, 112P!"

Song Yu was very satisfied, her gaze lingering on him for a long time. The school's higher-ups had been paying attention to him since the first grade.

In six years, his inner spiritual power has grown from 28P to the 112P that has now been activated, which is a rare achievement even in the entire Yuhua Elementary School calendar.

Although there were no levels in the subsequent mental level test.

However, his spiritual power of 112 has already made him the strongest and most promising student at present.

Before this, the highest spiritual power intensity he had ever activated was only around 80, but now Shen Guoqi has raised it even higher.

Rumor has it that both of her parents, who were present at the scene, were powerful martial artists, so it is reasonable that they inherited this trait.

It would be impossible not to be proud; the head held high already indicated this, as he lazily stepped off the stage.

His eyes were filled with the aura of a powerful figure; everything he saw was as dust, except for that indescribable...

Principal Liu and the other board members were pleasantly surprised by the emergence of such an outstanding student in this cohort. They immediately whispered among themselves, preparing to report the matter and request that the student be exempted from the entrance exam and directly admitted to the junior high school of the martial arts school.

"Tan Yue!"