Yang Lezhi refused to give up and sent Xu Baiyan another confession text message.

He typically sent this type of text message a hundred times a day.

"Sir, please wait, please wait a moment!"

Suddenly, the waitress rushed out again, seemingly afraid Yang Lezhi would leave.

"Sorry, I made a mistake earlier.

"You won the first prize, which is a 5000 yuan stored value card. I carelessly gave you the second prize card instead.

"Here's the 5000 yuan card, can you return the 1000 yuan one to me? Thank you."

The waitress said timidly.

The money is trivial.

But fate, it's a matter of life and death.

Yang Lezhi stiffly returned the stored value card to the waitress.

Then he sat on the ground, lost in deep thought about life.

Is fate truly so terrifying?

Is Xu Baiyan really my destined woman?

What should I do!

What should I do!

Yang Lezhi stood up, planning to return to school first. The matter of Xu Baiyan was too dreadful.

He felt like he was cursed by something.

Oh, some tingling in his bottom.

Yang Lezhi just stood up, and found a gold ring pressed under him.

Whoa!

What is happening, is Xu Baiyan really bringing good fortune?

Holding the genuine gold ring, Yang Lezhi was genuinely afraid.

I need to pull myself together, this world seems a bit abnormal.

...

Training Camp.

Su Yue returned, and everyone finally gathered together.

Dai Yuegui was indescribably happy, and Hao You was barking endlessly, while Zhou Yuncan seemed a bit down.

Leaving the potential class, he also had to say goodbye to Hao You.

Leaving Hao You here alone, Zhou Yuncan was really uneasy.

The training situation of this year's potential class was exceptionally perfect.

The weakest student also cultivated 16 cards of Qi Blood, at least able to apply for B-class Wuda.

Zhou Yuncan swallowed muddy grass raw, making Su Yue see him differently — a tough person not to be trifled with in the future.

This guy, really swallows raw!

His Qi Blood value surged to 26 cards.

Effort pays off, this is what Zhou Yuncan deserves.

Liao Ping just finished bone washing and is still recovering, but given his level, recovery within a day isn't far off, and the educational bureau and Admiral's Mansion are delighted.

Liao Ji wasn't satisfied with his performance.

Although he had 28 cards, already astonishing, he hadn't washed his bones, but Liao Ji's combat skills were unmatched by others.

Gong Ling had 18 cards.

She had already exerted every effort in her cultivation and accepted the reality that she might as well go to Qingwu, where she could find Ding Beitu.

Training also depends on opportunity; it can't be forced.

Others were in good condition too.

"Before the college entrance exam, everyone rest well, I'm proud of you.

"You are the best batch of students I've ever led."

Dai Yuegui no longer had a dark face these days, smiling all the time.

"Haha, we remember distinctly, a year ago you said we were the worst batch, haha!"

Everyone heckled.

"This is called the Truth Principle."

Dai Yuegui chuckled awkwardly.

"Instructor, when will the new potential class arrive? My iron fist is eager to compete, whoever wants to be class leader, I want to crush him."

Liao Ji gritted his teeth.

Regarding the class leader issue, he was resolute.

"They will come at dawn tomorrow.

"This year's potential class performed well, first rank named Marshal Wen, matching last year's Su Yue with 18 cards, very outstanding.

"But you can't act because I am planning to retire this year, so the next potential class will be handled by the next instructor, not my student, I wouldn't dare to act recklessly."

Dai Yuegui laughed.

"Instructor, you're retiring?"

Gong Ling asked.

"Yes, bringing out this batch of students has left me satisfied, staying in the potential class forever isn't suitable, I must give opportunities for others to shine.

"I am also weary; I'll find a leisurely position in the educational bureau to rest well.

"Someday, you might see me at the Teacher Combat Institute, I also want to return to the Wet Realm to take another look."

Dai Yuegui nodded.

"Congrats to the Instructor for retiring!"

Students congratulated him one after another.

Su Yue was silently thinking, no wonder he didn't see Sun Zhiwei this time.

If Dai Yuegui retires, then Sun Zhiwei and the others might be reassigned to other positions in the educational bureau.

Sun Zhiwei once said he wanted to be the director of studies at Third Middle School, which is his alma mater.

Perhaps, Sun Zhiwei has already taken the position.

...

The next day.

The bus for the potential class stopped.

A lot of people got off the bus one after another, wearing brand new clothes, each with tender skin. This group of people chirped and curiously observed everything about the potential class, just like Su Yue and them last year.

Of course, this time quite a few senior Martial Artists accompanied them.

They are the new instructors, here to take over Dai Yuegui's job.

Haiyou retired along with Dai Yuegui.

Liao Ping and the others sincerely wished the younger brothers of the potential class, hoping they would achieve good results next year.

No need to beat others, just as Liao Ping intended.

Getting along peacefully is fine.

Liao Ji wasn't too insistent either. For him, a criminal hunter who's killed numerous people, beating up a group of students wasn't much fun.

Su Yue was even standing in the back, too lazy to show his face.

After all, as a star who's been through the big waves of the arenas, Su Yue now just wanted to return to Cengxi City, sleep at home today, and after tomorrow's college entrance exam, there would be a month's holiday.

"Which one of you is Senior Su Yue?"

"My name is Marshal Wen, and before you leave, I want to review your cultivation achievements of this year!"

As everyone was happily preparing to get on the bus, a somewhat cold voice came from the crowd.

At this moment, a young man with an arrogant expression walked to the front of the crowd.

Marshal Wen looked down upon everyone, seemingly disdainful of the high school exam candidates dressed like country bumpkins with their big bags and small bundles.

When he spoke, everyone in the potential class was stunned.

Review?

You?

You, a newcomer, want to review us?

Liao Ji frowned, feeling like he had heard wrong.

A student reviewing us? What right do you have?

This idiot, is he here to be funny?

"Wenshuai, say less, we're all classmates."

Wu Yongchang quickly came out.

This was outright provocation; the most feared situation had happened. Before coming here, Marshal Wen had vowed to give the exam candidates a show of strength.

This was a mess.

But he couldn't control this nephew.

"Su Yue, I don't know how much you've cultivated in the past year, but I still want to spar with you.

"Two tigers cannot live on one mountain, and a city cannot have two joint exam top scorers. I want to see your prowess; I can't let Cengxi City be humiliated!"

Seeing the potential class remain silent, Marshal Wen became even more arrogant.

It's true.

This group of exam machines is indeed cowardly. Qi and Blood Martial Artists are trash; they've already been scared off by me.

In the back of the crowd, Su Yue was somewhat collapsing.

Didn't the education bureau promote his heroic deeds?

Why does this idiot know nothing!

It's fine if you don't know, but what about the new instructors behind you? They don't know either?

Letting you provoke me, I don't even know how to react.

In Su Yue's eyes, Marshal Wen was simply trash.

Just looking at his stance, he seemed trained, but it was obviously just empty show.

In fact, Su Yue really misunderstood the education bureau. Except for the director and the admiral, everything about the potential class was strictly confidential for the students' safety. It's understandable that these people were unaware.

Furthermore, Su Yue had been training outside, who would pay attention to the arenas?

"This student, how do you plan to review us? And how do you plan to spar with our class monitor?"

Liao Ji asked, both amused and angry.

"We are all martial artists, so naturally, it's about martial arts.

"Of course, I know you have the college entrance exam tomorrow, so I will hold back, stop at the point, and won't really hurt Su Yue."

Marshal Wen looked contemptuous.

His tone was arrogant, as if Su Yue was already defeated.

"Our class monitor truly doesn't want to bully you.

"How about this, I'll just stand here, if my foot moves, consider it my loss.

"I'll only counterattack once, if this move can't defeat you, then it's also my loss.

"You can use any weapon, my weapon is my fist.

"Defeat me, and you will have the right to challenge our class monitor!"

Watching this idiot, Liao Ji was on the verge of tears.

He somewhat understood; was it the same laughable attitude when Su Yue retaliated against him back then?

So, he used to be such a fool.

Everyone was half-smiling.

Liao Ji's words sounded so familiar?

It's like the words Su Yue used against him back then.

Now, saying it out loud, it sounded a bit ridiculous.

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