Over the next few days, Meng Chao relaxed and trained as usual.
His contribution points increased by leaps and bounds like he was pissing himself.
Aside from Yan Zhennan, he also got an elite monster, and it was the master of the Yan family, elite citizen Yan Hengbo.
They were both elite monsters, but there was a difference in their size. This martial arts grandmaster who had personally created Ripple Force brought Meng Chao three digits in contribution points every time!
Besides, there were plenty of powerful martial artists in Yan Organization, so they brought him hundreds or even thousands of contribution points every day, which made him feel really good.
However, Meng Chao also noticed something else. As the Demonically Modified Ripple Force became more popular, once the new contribution points reached the limit, they started going downwards and gradually decreased.
This was understandable. After all, the future had changed, and the contribution points had already been completed. It was impossible for a basic force execution technique to provide him with an unlimited amount of contribution points.
Based on the current daily decreasing curve, he could get thousands of contribution points from the Demonically Modified Ripple Force alone. He had also built a connection with Yan Organization, so he was already very satisfied.
Finally, when there was a full month left before the national college examination, the school test, the first of the three stages of the national college examination, began!
Banners were hung high at the entrance of the school.
Colorful flags fluttered in the air in the school.
There were nearly five hundred people in eight third-year classes, and they fought fiercely for the one hundred and fifty spots to advance to the next level.
Their youthful passion was about to turn into boiling magma and overturn the ceiling of the fifteenth floor of the cultivation center.
In the meeting room at the top floor of the cultivation center were dozens of screens.
They were monitoring the situation in each of the examination areas.
There was also a screen showing the continuously changing rankings.
The leaders of the school and the homeroom teachers of the third-year classes sat below. Every time the rankings changed, their expressions would change slightly. As they talked and laughed, there was a great sense of jealousy and even hostility in them.
Dragon City had limited resources, and competition was everywhere. Humans and monsters had to fight, and humans also had to fight. The students haggled over every ounce for their rankings, and the teachers and leaders of the school wanted to fight against other classes, key high schools, and especially the high and mighty key high schools in the city.
The results of the third-year classes this year were pretty good, and they were about to reach the tail of the key high schools in the city.
Principal Sun was nearly seventy years old. When he was young, he fought against zombies and monsters, and he fell ill. Gradually, he turned into a hunched, shriveled old man who dozed off all day. He was prepared to retire after a few more years, but he did not manage things. He could still smile and remain calm.
On the other hand, Ma Qingyun, the Head of Teaching, was in the prime of his life. He was in charge of most of the daily work, and he hoped to advance further after Principal Sun retired.
This year, the students' results were good, and he was especially excited. His horse-like face was flushed, and he really resembled the nickname his classmates had secretly given him, a jumping up and down baboon.
Demon Yan remained expressionless. He tapped the table lightly while he studied Reckless Bull Technique in his mind.
The homeroom teachers of the eight graduating classes were all humble like top students.
"No, no, our Class 1 can't do it this year. Only 30 or so can beat Usain Bolt."
"Our Class Two is even worse. These lazy bums are so weak that they can't even compare to the Olympic weightlifting champions on Earth. Sigh, I'm so worried!"
"If even the Rocket Class says that, then wouldn't our parallel classes be even more screwed?"
"What do you mean by screwed? Everyone knows that you've been suppressing your energy and want to fight against the Rocket Class. Take Class 6's Old Wang for example. He might look harmless, but he secretly formed a study group and practiced some amazing martial art. Old Wang, don't hide from us. Why don't you tell us about it? "
"No, I definitely don't." Wang Longjun shook his head seriously. "What amazing martial art? Why don't I know about it?"
Before his voice faded away, the ranking board of maximum punching strength on the screen started shaking.
Someone had charged up.
Since each class had a different color, everyone could tell with just one glance.
"Class 6's Chu Feixiong. Maximum punching strength of 249.5 kg. Ranked twenty-first on the punching strength board!"
"Whoa!"
"A parallel class student's maximum punching strength is actually stronger than most of the people in the rocket class?"
"Old Wang, that's not nice of you. How could you say that you don't have any amazing martial arts?"
The other seven homeroom teachers slammed their tables and scolded him in a half-joking manner.
But before they could calm down from the impact of Chu Feixiong's punching strength, another student from Class 6 charged at them.
"Class 6's Meng Chao. Maximum punching strength of 240.9 kg. One hundred meter dash in 9.55 seconds. He's ahead of Usain Bolt by 0.03 seconds. His total score is currently ranked nineteenth in the school!"
"Meng Chao!"
"I remember that he was a pretty good student in the first and second year of high school. He was heavily injured later on, but he actually recovered?"
At that moment, even the homeroom teachers of the two rocket classes could not hide the envy and jealousy in their eyes.
Meng Chao was a good student, and they had been paying attention to him for a long time. If it were not for his injuries, he would have definitely been sent to the rocket classes in the third year of high school.
They did not expect that he would be able to recover to his original state after he stayed in Class 6. In fact, he had even improved further. Just how lucky was Wang Longjun?
Even Demon Yan gasped in surprise and went to look at Meng Chao's test results.
Teaching director Ma Qingyun snorted softly, but there was no other expression on his face.
"Pretty good. Pretty good."
Principal Sun smiled like a mascot.
Today was destined to be the day of harvest for Class 6. The shock was far from over.
Not long after Meng Chao managed to get into the top twenty in the school, another bomb exploded.
"One hundred meter dash in 9.49 seconds. He successfully broke the barrier of 9.5 seconds. His maximum punching strength is 250.1kg. He also surpassed the so-called Iron Wall of High School. Zuo Haoran's total score is temporarily ranked ninth in the school!"
"That's impossible!"
"A student from a strolling class actually managed to get into the top ten in the school even though he was surrounded by nearly one hundred students from the rocket classes!"
"Zuo Haoran … So, it's him. Now … no wonder!"
Once they saw the name of the student who broke the record, the other seven homeroom teachers put away their shocked expressions. They cast ingratiating gazes at Teaching Director Ma Qingyun, as if they were flattering him silently. "Teaching Director Ma, you're amazing. You taught a good nephew!"
On the other hand, in the examination room below, the students of Class 6 were shocked to the core.
They had been immersed in Meng Chao's "powerful return" just now and thought that he had the slightest chance of winning against the class rep, even if it was just in one single aspect.
In less than half a minute, Zuo Haoran's domineering and peerless results crushed their hopes.
Regardless of whether it was his maximum punching strength or the one hundred meter dash, the class rep's impeccable performance told them what it meant to be "strong" with an unstoppable force.
"What should we do? Zuo Haoran is too strong. He's already ahead of Meng Chao by twenty points in the first two aspects."
"I was thinking that Meng Chao would be able to surpass him in two aspects so that he wouldn't lose too badly during the shooting test."
"So, this guy never sprinted in the past. Over the past week, he's gone all out. I reckon that he must have taken some secret medicine and spent a lot of money to rent high-end cultivation machines to stimulate the potential in his cells. Damn it, it's good to be rich."
Everyone was so anxious that they ground their teeth.
Meng Chao and Zuo Haoran looked at each other.
Meng Chao quickly averted his calm gaze, while Zuo Haoran smirked. There was a domineering look on his face that he did not bother to hide.
"All examinees from Class 6, you've finished testing your maximum strength and the one hundred meter dash. Now, go to the indoor shooting range according to your results!"
The invigilators came from other schools. This was a common practice. The schools would swap out their invigilators to prevent the possibility of cheating.
The teachers from other schools were impartial and did not care about the subtle atmosphere among the students. They just waved their hands and urged the examinees forward.
The tenth floor to the twelfth floor of the cultivation center was the indoor shooting range. At that moment, the rhythmic sounds of gunshots rang nonstop.
The rocket classes had started testing a long time ago. The exaggerated results mixed with the smell of gunpowder stimulated the students' nerves, and they instantly got into the zone.
Zuo Haoran took the lead and walked into Shooting Range 6.
Meng Chao followed closely behind him.
To his surprise, aside from the invigilator, Principal Sun, the teaching director, Demon Yan, and the homeroom teacher were also there.
"Hello, Principal!"
"Teaching Director Ma."
"Mr. Yan, Mr. Wang."
The students quickly bowed. They were especially respectful toward the principal.
Principal Sun might be a shriveled old man right now, but he was a war hero who turned the tide in the past and was known as Heavy Cannon.
If Demon Yan killed monsters like he was making dumpling fillings, then Principal Sun was a huge meat grinder in a food processing factory.
The students who had watched the videos of his training and fierce battles when he was young could not connect the current shriveled old man with the moving, human-shaped fortress no matter how hard they tried.
"Pretty good. Pretty good."
Principal Sun narrowed his eyes. He looked like he was sleeping, but he was not.
The teaching director stood up and explained the reason for his visit. "Class 6's results this year are pretty good. For the time being, we're at the top among the six strolling classes. Students, continue working hard!"
Everyone was surprised and delighted. They cheered.
"The homeroom teacher played a huge part in Class 6's good results, and the class rep also played a very good role in leading the way."
The teaching director slapped Zuo Haoran's shoulder and said with a smile, "Good luck!"
"Thank you for your encouragement, Teaching Director Ma. I will." Zuo Haoran puffed out his chest, and his righteous air returned to him.
The students rolled their eyes. 'Everyone knows that you're uncle and nephew, so why are you putting on an act?'
"The gun test is about to begin. Put away your bones!"
Demon Yan suddenly glared at them. "You only have one chance, and shooting is the easiest way to widen the gap in points. Forget about your results just now and focus on the target in front of you. If you're even the slightest bit careless, you won't even have a place to cry!"
The students' pupils shrank. They quickly got rid of all distracting thoughts and focused.
"First group, Zuo Haoran, Meng Chao!"
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