Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr Very soon, the mid-year rankings were about to arrive. The first tests were for the various theoretical subjects. For these tests, Ling Lan was very confident. Her memory was excellent to begin with, and with the super cheat-like Little Four around, it was almost impossible for her to not get full marks.
However, Ling Lan was celebrating a little too early. Which child who could enter Special Class-A was simple? Their IQs were all terrifyingly high — the scores posted on the electronic bulletin board proved this point. Almost all the students in Class-A had gotten full marks, except for a few who had lost one or two points due to carelessness.
Alright, there were only two students in the special classes who didn't get full marks, and one of them was Zilong. He was the one who had lost the most points — he had lost one point each in two subjects, pitifully falling to the bottom of Special Class-A, making him feel very humiliated.
It couldn't be helped. With his carefree personality, he really couldn't compare to Han Jijun's meticulous attention to detail. Without the patience to double-check, he could only have his points deducted. He was lucky, having only made some small mistakes in two subjects. According to Han Jijun's pre-test estimates, Zilong would have at least three or four subjects deducted points.
The other student had only lost one point, but just this one point was enough for his overall ranking to drop below the top 100. There were also quite a few children in the other classes who had gotten full marks.
Of course, Zilong, who had lost two points, was nowhere to be seen in the top 200. It was clear to see how fierce the competition in the Central Scout Academy was.
Of course, the current rankings were only temporary. The final rankings would still depend on the results of the combat tests — that was the true test. The Central Scout Academy valued combat skills the most. As long as you could defeat everyone, even if your theoretical results were average, you would still be the undisputed number one of the Central Scout Academy.
Of course, the theoretical tests weren't that unimportant. The combat tests were a knockout round, and the eliminated children would be ranked according to their theoretical results. Only in the case of a theoretical tie would the eliminated children have to participate in an additional battle to determine the final ranking.
For example, when the top eight advanced to the top four, the four eliminated students would directly look at their theoretical scores. The one with the highest score would automatically be ranked fifth, and so on. If there was a situation where the points were the same, for example, the theoretical points of the fifth and sixth places were the same, then the fifth and sixth places would have an extra round to determine the fifth and sixth places. If the seventh and eighth places were the same, then the seventh and eighth places would have an extra round to determine the seventh and eighth places. If the sixth and seventh places had the same number of points, then the fifth and eighth places would be determined first. Then, the sixth and seventh places would be determined through an additional round to determine the sixth and seventh places …
Therefore, theoretical results were not important to the strong, but to the losers, it was very important. Even a difference in theoretical results could be the difference between heaven and earth.
Just like that, the highly anticipated ranking battle officially began in the combat dojo of the Central Scout Academy.
Because it was the Fighting Ranking Tournament that was held every half a year, the combat hall opened up all the arenas, removing the closed option and displaying them to everyone in a completely open manner. The students could choose to watch the matches live, or they could stay in their dorms and watch the live broadcast of the ranking matches in all the arenas.
The Fighting Ranking Tournament was conducted according to an elimination system. Nearly 3000 arenas were split up among the ten grades of the Scout Academy. On the first day, only the students of the regular classes participated in the ranking matches. The victors would fight the newly enrolled merit class students on the second day. On the third day, Special Class-B would officially participate, while Special Class-A would only join on the fourth day.
For the past few days, Ling Lan had been staying in her villa. To the outside world, she said that she was meditating and cultivating her mind, but in reality, she was in the learning space, seizing the time to solve the problem of losing control.
Ever since she had confirmed her goal of becoming strong in order to give birth to an excellent steamed bun, Ling Lan had once again accepted the bloody mission of the learning space. She found that she was no longer like before, losing herself as soon as she entered combat mode. She could now maintain a bit of clarity. Although the duration was very short, it was undoubtedly an excellent sign, allowing Ling Lan to see the hope of having complete control over herself.
Ling Lan was very glad to have this learning space. Although the ranking matches were approaching and there was not much time left in the real world, in the learning space, her time could be extended by a lot. Ling Lan did not hesitate, taking the initiative to ask Instructor Number Five to extend her time in the learning space to the maximum, so that she would have enough time to solve this problem.
Although she knew that this decision would extend the time she would be tortured by Instructor Number Five indefinitely, in order to achieve her goal, Ling Lan was already fearless.
Number Five was very welcoming of Ling Lan's request for self-torture, agreeing without a second word. After three years of torment (the time extended by the learning space), Ling Lan slowly regained her composure, and finally succeeded in regaining self-control within the time limit. Moreover, because of this period of torment, her heart was unbelievably resolute, and her spiritual power was also extremely sturdy.
Ling Lan believed that even if this world was destroyed before her eyes, she would still be able to keep a straight face, calm and collected as usual.
And at the same time that she had successfully regained control of her rationality, Ling Lan found that she had gained a new understanding of the combat arts she had learnt before...
Having perfectly solved her problem of losing control, Ling Lan left her residence early on the morning of the fourth day.
She had just walked to the hover car station when she saw Zilong and the other two waiting for her not too far away.
Seeing her appear, Han Jijun summoned the hover car, and had the hover car bring the four of them to the colossal combat hall.
Right now, the combat hall was not as crowded as it had been three days ago. After all, there were only 200 students from each grade who could stay to fight, so 10 grades added together would only add up to 2000 students. Including some friends and classmates who were watching the fights, there were only 5000 to 6000 people left. Compared to the 70,000 to 80,000 people on the first day, this was nothing.
"Zilong, over here, over here!" A loud and clear voice rang out from a corner of the combat hall. Ling Lan raised her head and looked over. It was the two girls, Han Xuya and Luo Chao, with several other members of group 072 beside them.
Luo Lang was extremely excited, being the first to rush over. Zilong was the one who had been called, so of course he was with Luo Lang. Ling Lan and Han Jijun exchanged a smile, and then slowly walked over as well.
The female dormitory where Han Xuya and Luo Chao were staying was on opposite ends of the academy from the dormitory where Zilong and the other two were staying, so it was not very convenient for them to travel back and forth. Thus, they could only meet up with Zilong and the others in the combat hall.
"You guys are here too," greeted Ling Lan with a nod to the others.
"Yes, we were all lucky enough to squeeze into the top 200." The one who spoke up was Li Jinghong. As a member of the merit class, being able to enter the top 200 made him very excited. It should be known that within the merit class, there was a hierarchy of 2000 students. Those who could enter the top 200 were undoubtedly the cream of the crop. It should be known that within these top 200, there were also 50 spots from Special Class-A.
"Good luck! As long as you win one more match, you'll have a chance to enter the special classes." The top 100 were all from the special classes — the only difference was whether they could enter Class-A or Class-B. Zilong chuckled as he patted Li Jinghong's shoulder encouragingly.
If Li Jinghong could really win his next match, he would definitely be considered one of the successful comebacks. He might even become the focus of everyone's attention for a period of time.
Li Jinghong was somewhat embarrassed. "How would I dare to think so much? Those who can stay here are all experts. I can only say that in the previous matches, my luck was pretty good. My opponents weren't very strong."
He Chaoyang, who was in the same merit class as Li Jinghong, was somewhat displeased at these words. "Jinghong, regardless of whether we can do it or not, you can't be discouraged first. Since we're already here, we have to at least try."
Li Jinghong understood and nodded vigorously. "Chaoyang, you're right. Since we're already in the top 200, if we don't try, it would be a waste of our previous efforts."
"That's more like it." He Chaoyang smiled. The two of them were the only two members of Group 072 to enter the merit class. Being in the same situation, the two of them had a good relationship, helping each other and advancing hand in hand.
Seeing this, Luo Shaoyun said worriedly, "Aiya, Li Jinghong and He Chaoyang are working so hard. Our positions don't look very secure."
Luo Shaoyun's words made Han Xuya and Luo Chao worry as well.
"You're still alright, but it's hard to say for me and little Luo Chao." Han Xuya sighed loudly. She found that the pressure of entering Special Class-B was much heavier than entering the merit class. It had really been dangerous for her to enter the top 200 this time. If her opponent hadn't fallen earlier than her, she might have lost the match between the top 400 and top 200. She didn't know if she would be able to continue this time. Mind you, if she couldn't enter the top 100, she could only drop into the merit class.
Luo Chao said timidly to her fingers, "I... I'm also very worried."
This expression made Luo Lang extremely speechless. Unfortunately, he couldn't fight on behalf of his sister, otherwise he definitely wouldn't have made Luo Chao so worried.
"At this point, it's no longer a matter of strength, but of spirit," said Ling Lan, seeing the two girls' hesitant faces, her heart softened as she spoke up.
"What do you mean?" Other than Zilong, Luo Lang, and Han Jijun, the others all looked expectantly at Ling Lan, hoping that Ling Lan would explain things to them.
"Those who can enter the top 200 are actually not that far apart in terms of strength. Everyone has a chance of winning. And in the end, whoever wins will depend on whose confidence is stronger, and who can last longer. "Ling Lan placed her hands behind her back, discreetly making a cross gesture. Her goal was just to cheer them on; she wasn't responsible for anything else...
Han Xuya's eyes lit up. "Just like my victory last time — as long as I lasted one more second than the opponent, victory would have been mine."
Ling Lan nodded, indicating that Han Xuya was right.
Ling Lan blushed as she looked at Ling Lan, thinking to herself, "Ling Lan definitely doesn't like girls who give up easily. Yes, I must work hard, I must persevere till the end..."
Ling Lan's few words calmed everyone's anxious hearts, and their eyes instantly lit up with confidence. Han Jijun looked deeply at Ling Lan. He didn't expect Ling Lan to be so monstrous in the area of controlling people's hearts. Where did he come from? An aristocratic family? Some terrifying faction? Or perhaps...
Han Jijun didn't dare to think too deeply. He took a deep breath and suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, reminding himself that Ling Lan was just Ling Lan, their Boss Lan. He just needed to remember this.
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