Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
The next morning.
Andrew was pulled out of bed by Annie.
âWait, Sis... Just five minutes more!
âThree minutes!â
Half an hour later, Andrew changed into his school uniform with a dark face.
After washing up, he sat at the dining table.
Breakfast was simple: a glass of milk and two pieces of croissants.
Andrew ate the bread and said, âSister, Iâve decided. I want to get into Stanford University.â
âWhat?â
Annie wondered if she had heard wrong.
Stanford Universityâs martial arts department was ranked in the top three among all the universities.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Even a martial arts genius like her from Massachusetts did not have the confidence to get into Stanford University.
Leaving martial arts aside, even if it was a liberal arts program, with Andrewâs current results, it was no different from dreaming if he wanted to be admitted into Stanford University.
However, Annie did not strike Andrewâs confidence.
âGood, Brother. As long as you maintain your current fighting spirit, itâs not impossible for you to get into Stanford Universityâs liberal arts program.â
Andrew drank the milk in one gulp and said, âNo, I want to get into the martial arts program!â
...
The high school students didnât take a break because of yesterdayâs energy storm.
As soon as Andrew stepped into the gate of the third high school, he was seen by the dean of the school.
âAndrew, come here. I have something to discuss with you.â
A few minutes later, Andrew said with a gloomy face, âDean, do you mean... the school wants to expel me?â
The deanâs name was OâNeill. He was in his forties and had a strong body. He was a first-grade warrior.
However, despite being a first-grade warrior, the years were getting on to him. He would probably be like this for the rest of his life.
âAndrew, actually, the school doesnât mean that.â
OâNeill quickly explained. If this kind of thing that advised students to quit the school was spread out, would any students dare to come here in the future?
âWhat we mean is that your academic results arenât very good, and you donât have any talent in martial arts either. You might as well quit school now so that you wonât embarrass your sister during the entrance exam.â
Hehe.
Andrew sneered in his heart.
Embarrass my sister?
Are you sure youâre not afraid of embarrassing the school?
âWhat if Iâm not willing to quit school?â
OâNeillâs expression changed at once. âYou havenât passed the exam. According to the regulations, even if you donât quit school, youâll still be held back!â
âAre you sure about that?â
Andrew regretted not bringing the saber to the school. However, after a quick thought, he didnât get angry anymore.
With his current ability, was he afraid that he wouldnât be able to get into a university?
âOh right, Dean, where is the school principal?â
âSince you want me to drop out, I need to go to the principal to sign the application.â
OâNeill thought for a moment and said, âToday is the martial arts mock examination. The leader of the Education Bureau and even the admissions teachers from a few universities are attending the event. They should be in the hall of the experimental building.
âI just happen to be going there. Follow me.â
Andrew nodded and followed OâNeill.
When they arrived at the hall of the experimental building, the third-year students of the Martial Arts Training High School No. 3 were all gathered there.
The school leaders, the leaders of the Education Bureau, and the universityâs admissions teachers were all sitting on the high platform. The students below were in a long line, and the huge hall was very quiet.
On the high platform, there were a few special instruments.
A student took a deep breath and slowly walked forward.
First, he passed through the Qi and blood test instruments. Then, he began to run the 100-meter dash. Finally, he entered a sealed room alone.
Soon, a teacher shouted, âGrade 12 Class 1, John, Qi and blood 125, speed 11 m/s, average reaction speed, overall score 83 points.â
John lowered his head and got down from the high platform.
83 points.
He still lacked a little to enter a universityâs martial arts department.
Then, the second student walked up.
Andrew followed OâNeill to sit in the last row of Class 6. When he heard Johnâs score, he thought to himself, Speed 11m/s. If this were on earth, it would be enough to break the world record. But here, itâs just an ordinary result of a high school student.â
In this world, the physical fitness of humans had been greatly enhanced.
Not to mention fighters, even ordinary people could easily break many world records.
As for Qi and blood.
The Qi and blood value of an ordinary adult was about 100. Once the Qi and blood value reached 150, they were qualified to undergo bone tempering. They could be considered as âProspective fighters.â
âEh?â
âAndrew?â
Beside him, a studentâs eyes were wide open. He stared at Andrew, sized him up, then said in surprise, âAndrew, why are you here? Wasnât yesterday...â
You were scared silly by the Origin Energy Storm?
But he didnât dare to say the latter part of the sentence.
Andrew was a piece of trash, but his sister wasnât. He didnât want to cause trouble for no reason.
âCanât I come?â
Andrew glanced at him coldly.
He had some impression of this classmate. He seemed to be called Jeff.
âAndrew!â
âAndrew is here!â
In just a split second, a burst of noise came from the line-up of Grade 12 Class 6. Everyone turned their heads to look at Andrew.
Someone said in a low voice, âThis is Andrew. A few days ago, he made his name in the school during the martial arts talent test. Yesterday, he was scared shitless by an energy storm and didnât know where to hide. Yet now, he even thought of coming to participate in the martial arts simulation test.â
âTrash is trash. If I were him, I wouldnât even show my face in public. If I canât even reach 100 points in the Blood Qi test, it would be a disgrace to the class.â
âAndrew!â
A girl turned her head in the front. She bit her lips lightly and said in a low voice, âAndrew, Iâve already told you. I donât like you. Donât pester me anymore!â
A burst of laughter suddenly sounded in the hall. It turned out that he was here to pursue a girl.
With his talent, a toad wanted to eat swan meat!
The students in the hall were all waiting to see Andrew make a fool of himself.