You call this a healer?

Not far from the upscale restaurant, on the seventh floor of a private club, in a room decorated in a grand and elegant style, sat five men, all in their sixties or seventies. Each of them had a serious expression and an imposing presence, but their eyes were all looking through the window at the "Pillar of Order".

Seated at the head of the table was Su Xunzhong, the eldest son of the Su family, who was also Zhou Ming's biological father Zhou Bingqian's uncle and Su Bufan's great-uncle. At this moment, he tapped the teacup in front of him with his strong fingers and chuckled: "Those speculators are all watching right now, aren't they?"

"Think about it, we all came from the old days. Back then, if you were embezzled or accepted a bribe, you'd be arrested and thrown in jail. If you were broke, you'd work in an electronics factory fixing screws, earning a few thousand yuan a month, and you were happy. Who would have thought that things would turn out this way? This family, that marriage alliance, this genius, that young upstart—it's all so boring."

A middle-aged man next to him laughed and said, "Everyone does it this way, so what can we do? After all, the family with more experts will have a better chance of surviving the future sieges."

Another elderly man with gray hair nodded: "News came yesterday that the old city lord's cough hasn't gotten better after three days. People are a bit unsettled. What if, in a few years... the people from the Northern Federation can't come? The base will definitely be in chaos for a while. Whoever has more experts will have the advantage!"

"It's a pity that the Wasteland Station thing hasn't been paired yet, otherwise..."

Su Xunzhong sighed and then said, "Be prepared for both possibilities. If we have a child with a clean background who is talented, ranked well, and has good combat strength, we'll provide money and resources as needed. We also have more than ten girls in the family, so we can arrange marriages for them. Which family can't be a little dramatic?"

"yes!"

"By the way, how did Bufan and the others do this time?" Su Xunzhong asked again.

The elderly man with gray hair frowned and replied, "Extraordinary 481, Silent 396, Pure Heart 452, it's hard to squeeze into the top 100."

Su Xunzhong looked utterly disappointed: "A bunch of shit-eating idiots, wasting so many resources!"

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slums.

Zhou Mingjia.

Zhou Lingling and Zhou Ying sat facing each other, their faces filled with worry and despair. Their jobs were shameful, and they were burdened with a mountain of debt with no way out.

Zhou Ying said softly, "Mom, although this is because of A-Ming, please don't blame him. He's been insecure and sensitive since he was little, and I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it. We can just find another job."

Zhou Lingling's eyes widened: "Who said I'd blame Ah Ming? My eldest grandson is quite domineering, so what's wrong with beating their kid? I'll beat him up again another day!"

After a pause, he said, "Oh, the monthly exams are over today. I forgot to pick up A-Ming. I heard the scores are out, let's go check them out!"

Zhou Ying looked embarrassed: "Let's not go. There's nothing to see. A-Ming is a healer, and I heard he can't kill supernatural beings. If his teammates don't give him points, he might get a zero!"

"What if? Haven't you read the newspapers? So many children have died, and our Ming is still alive and kicking. That means he's outstanding. Who can say for sure?"

Without saying a word, Zhou Lingling pulled Zhou Ying up and said, "Come on, let's go check out Baijiang College. It's the school's open day today, and everyone's going. Our own kids can't all pretend, so let's go join in the fun and maybe get to know them a bit better so we can ask them to help us find a job."

The mother and daughter hurriedly left the house, and by the time they arrived at Baijiang College, it was exactly 11:50 a.m., ten minutes before the results would be released.

At this time, the campus was crowded with people, with more parents than students. Of course, there was a lot of people just there to join in the fun, since only a little over a hundred students from the school participated in the "monthly exam," and there weren't that many parents.

As Zhou Lingling and her daughter followed the flow of people inside, they nearly bumped into someone and quickly apologized.

"It's okay."

Teacher Qin Moyu chuckled and nodded, then looked at a tall, handsome young man beside her, her brow furrowing slightly. "Lü Qingzhi, isn't your Extraordinary Academy releasing its rankings today?"

The young man named Lü Qingzhi raised an eyebrow slightly: "Isn't it the same here?"

Qin Moyu sighed and said, "Then you can just stay in the corner and watch, why drag me into it?"

Lu Qingzhi's expression turned serious: "You really don't know what I'm thinking? Mo Yu, stop making a scene. Ever since your uncle died in battle, you've been throwing a tantrum. Leave Baijiang Academy and come back to the inner city with me. I'll find you a job at the Extraordinary Academy. Let's make a good life together; that's better than anything else!"

"Am I throwing a tantrum?"

Qin Moyu sneered, "I'm teaching and nurturing students, a sacred and inviolable profession!"

Lu Qingzhi shrugged: "Okay, then tell me, which genius students have you mentored? This seems to be your fourth class of students, right? Of the sixty-eight students in the previous three classes, was any one of them in the top 100 in the monthly exam? In Black Wind Mountain and the Ten Schools Conference, was there anyone outstanding?"

After that, some died in battle, some defected, and some fell from grace. Now, only three are still presentable, right? This year, they even assigned you to the worst class, where you're taught a bunch of scoundrels!

Qin Moyu's face flushed red. He closed his eyes and, after a long while, coldly said, "You wait. Sooner or later, I will train several talents who will be renowned throughout the land!"

Lü Qingzhi: "It's like buying lottery tickets in the old days. Trash will always be trash; no one can turn trash into treasure. You'd better pray that your uncle's spirit in heaven will bless you!"

Qin Moyu was speechless; Lü Qingzhi was telling the truth.

Just then, a soft, pleasant voice came from the side: "Good afternoon, Teacher Qin!"

Qin Moyu looked at the newcomer, her face lighting up with joy: "Xie Lingyuan? When did you get back? How was it this time?"

Xie Lingyuan was Zhou Ming's childhood friend and sweetheart. Although he was covered in dust, his tall figure, fair skin, high ponytail, and red cherry blossom armor still gave him a unique temperament.

She smiled slightly, revealing a pair of attractive dimples: "I returned from Qimeng Mountain with thirteen survivors. We just got back to the city, just in time for the latest monthly exam results!"

"Very good!" Qin Moyu praised sincerely.

"See you again, Teacher Qin!"

Xie Lingyuan led four classmates into the crowd and walked towards the "Monument to Merit" in front of her, carrying a gift box in her hand.

"Did you bring that to your childhood sweetheart?"

Beside her, Song Zhishu held his head in his hands, a blade of grass in his mouth, looking listless and glancing at her gift box with a bored expression.

Xie Lingyuan smiled and said, "Yes, A-Ming also participated in this monthly exam. I wonder... never mind, the score isn't important. It's good that he survived!"

A senior student next to me teased, "Is this the power of the 'white moonlight' in novels?"

Xie Lingyuan shook her head: "I'm an only child, and I grew up with him. I've long considered him family!"

Song Zhishu spat out the straw: "You've mentioned he's a healer?"

Xie Lingyuan nodded: "Yes!"

The three people around her burst out laughing. The senior student said, "Then there's no need to look at the merit monument. This time, your 'white moonlight' won't get any points, and our school won't get any good rankings either. It's the same every year, we're used to it!"

Xie Lingyuan said, "What if? I heard that this year's class produced two geniuses, Ye Chen and Bai Muwan!"

Song Zhishu scoffed, "They're just kids. Their talent isn't even as good as ours. Back then, we fought tooth and nail and still couldn't make it into the top 100. We barely scraped by in the 100s. So what can they do?"

"It's good to see the geniuses at other schools!"

Xie Lingyuan strode towards the "Merit Monument" in front, and the other three had no choice but to follow.

At this moment, the area beneath the white jade and glazed "monument of merit" was already packed with people, with the innermost seats filled with university faculty and students.

The high school teachers, students, and parents could only stand back and watch from a distance.

Directly in front of the "Monument of Merit," under a century-old pine tree, Vice Principal Wang, Vice Principal Zhang, Song Wugong, Liu Qiqi, and a group of others stood together, with Ye Chen, Feng Qi, and Bai Muwan beside them.

Actually, they had already guessed the general idea, but they wanted to take another look.

Just then, Qin Moyu and Lü Qingzhi walked over together. The group nodded, but no one spoke, and they continued to look at the "Merit Monument".

Liu Qiqi said, "I've seen it every year, and it's always the same. I've long since given up hope. If any students misbehave later, please don't get angry."

Vice Principal Wang and the others exchanged glances, then said nonchalantly, "Why care about gains and losses if we've never possessed it?"

The words had barely left his mouth when it began!

The "Monument of Merit" displayed names one by one from the bottom up, the first one being—

1513th place: [Ma Fangnian, Baijiang College, 0 points.]

Vice Principal Wang instantly exploded: "That good-for-nothing, let him die, let him die!"