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Chapter 34: Results Announced, the Scholar Emerges
Watching Wang Hai’s retreating back, Zhang Yu sighed with admiration. “What a responsible teacher he is.”
Bai Zhenzhen sidled up beside him, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What exactly happened just now? The smiling, the handshake, the serious talk…”
“Did Wang Hai suddenly realize you’re his long-lost biological father?” Zhang Yu shook his head. “There could be many reasons, but at the root of it all… it all comes down to my performance on this month’s exam.”
“Zhenzhen,” Zhang Yu added with a smug grin, “as long as my grades keep improving and my abilities grow stronger, the number of true friends in this world will only keep increasing, right?”
Bai Zhenzhen silently thought to herself: How many points did Yu actually score this time?
Could he have beaten me? No way… that’s impossible…
That evening, after returning to the outskirts, Zhang Yu once again dove into training Zhou Tian Cai Qi Fa—just like he had done every day before. His next goal: push Zhou Tian Cai Qi Fa to level 10.
By the next morning, he had successfully upgraded Zhou Tian Cai Qi Fa to level 8 (37/160). After a full day of passive and active cultivation, his Martial Energy had risen once more—from 11.8 to 11.9.
And thanks to Wang Hai’s financial support, Zhang Yu’s savings, after subtracting his recent expenses, now totaled over 72,000 yuan.
At the sight of that number, Zhang Yu immediately began imagining all the ways he could spend it.
But in the end, he managed to suppress his impulses. He decided to wait—first, to see what kind of Contract the school would assign him after this month’s exam. Then, he’d carefully plan how best to invest this money into self-improvement.
…
At 4 a.m., the Songyang High School teachers’ office was still lit.
After another grueling night of grading, Su Haifeng finally received the results of the latest Monthly Exam.
To help students quickly understand their performance, identify strengths and weaknesses, and guide future study, teachers had worked tirelessly through the night, calculating scores and rankings for every single student.
“Congratulations, congratulations,” Su Haifeng muttered, scanning the list.
First place: Bai Zhenzhen — Total: 651
He nodded slightly. Still the undisputed top student. Too bad her Dao Skill score is only 60. She could’ve scored even higher otherwise.
Second place: Qian Shen — Total: 626
Consistent progress, Qian Shen. His Dao Skill score of 80 really boosted his total.
Third place: Zhang Yu — Total: 620
Su Haifeng froze. He blinked, rubbed his eyes, then stared again.
Third place… Zhang Yu… 620?
Impossible.
He sat up straight, immediately checking Zhang Yu’s subject-by-subject scores:
- General Knowledge: 48
- Dao Heart: 135
- Martial Energy: 142
- Physical Education: 145
- Martial Arts: 90
- Dao Skill: 60
This… Su Haifeng was stunned. Even with Dao Skill at just 60, this is already a massive leap.
If Zhang Yu had scored just 7 more points in Dao Skill, he’d have hit 627—enough to surpass Qian Shen and claim second place.
That meant Zhang Yu had jumped from 10th place to 3rd in just one month.
No… according to Su Haifeng’s calculations, Zhang Yu’s performance three weeks ago had already dropped to around 20th. In the past few weeks, all his other subjects should have been declining steadily—his total score should have dropped to near 30th place.
How could he have improved so dramatically?
Did he win the lottery?
After reviewing each subject, Su Haifeng grew even more bewildered—especially at Zhang Yu’s Martial Energy of 142 and PE score of 145.
He couldn’t help but call Wang Hai.
It was 4 a.m.—peak alert time for cultivation practitioners.
Wang Hai answered immediately. “What’s up, Su? Something urgent?”
“Zhang Yu’s PE score is listed as 145,” Su Haifeng said, “is that… correct? Did you make a mistake?”
Wang Hai, who had been unusually kind to Zhang Yu recently, wasn’t about to tolerate any challenge to his authority.
He wasn’t the kind of teacher who let others question his professionalism.
“Su,” Wang Hai replied coldly, cutting him off, “are you doubting our PE standards… or our professional integrity?”
As the school’s elite PE instructor and a top-tier mentor, Wang Hai had no fear of Su Haifeng.
“If you have an issue with the score, file an appeal,” he said. “But let me be clear—Zhang Yu’s score is absolutely correct. It’s 145.”
“Because he’s already at Physical Strength Level 1.25—among the top in the grade—and his body structure is objectively exceptional.”
“With this foundation, his Physical Strength Level will keep rising. He’ll be a leader among this year’s students. He might even compete in future athletic events.”
Unlike regular high school exams, athletic competitions were far more rigorous—testing skills beyond the standard curriculum. Outstanding results could bring large cash prizes, significant advantages in university interviews, and even bonus points on the college entrance exam.
And since Songyang High had produced multiple city-wide athletic champions, it had a strong reputation in this field.
Hearing Wang Hai’s glowing assessment, Su Haifeng was even more stunned.
He didn’t care about the sharp tone—his mind was racing.
“Zhang Yu hasn’t attended PE class properly for the past three weeks. How did he improve so much?”
Wang Hai’s face flushed slightly. After a pause, he said:
“Zhang Yu isn’t like ordinary students. He has his own cultivation path. He knows exactly how to train.”
After all, he’s a Golden Core Disciple. I don’t need to tell him what to do.
“I recognized that. So I gave him full freedom in PE class.”
“Even if he skips class entirely from now on, it’s fine.”
“That’s what we call teaching according to individual strengths.”
After hanging up, Su Haifeng remained speechless. Was that really Zhang Yu? The poor kid?
After a long pause, he dialed another number.
“Hello?” he said. “The Monthly Exam results are out. Zhang Yu is third in grade—620 points.”
He sighed. “I have to admit… I completely misjudged him.”
“With this performance, it’s perfectly normal for the school to offer him a Class B—or even Class A—Contract.”
“It’s no longer my responsibility. The Student Union will probably contact him within a few days.”
A male voice replied, “I know.”
“Try to delay them for me. I’ll look into other options.”
Su Haifeng said, “You know how stubborn the Student Union is. I can’t hold them off. You’d better act fast.”
…
At 6:30 a.m., the gates of Songyang High were already bustling with students.
As Zhang Yu approached the entrance, he saw the massive screen at the gate had just been updated with the Monthly Exam results.
Privacy? Psychological pressure? None of that exists here at Songyang High.
Not only were results displayed boldly on the main screen, but each classroom door bore a full list of exam scores for the class. Even the cafeteria’s digital screens kept flashing the rankings.
And even in the bathroom, the broadcast was still blaring—praising top scorers and those who had improved dramatically, while mocking those who had dropped sharply.
We at Songyang High go all-in—zero blind spots, no privacy, maximum psychological pressure.
“…Today, we’d like to especially congratulate Class 1A’s Zhang Yu.”
“Zhang Yu has skyrocketed from 10th to 3rd place this month—620 total points, a 70-point improvement. This is nothing short of a meteoric rise…”
Zhang Yu, washing his hands, listened to the announcement and nodded inwardly. At least the school’s transparency has its benefits. There’s value in this approach.
When he entered the classroom, he was immediately surrounded by stares. Students kept glancing at him, their eyes filled with a mix of emotions.
Qian Shen looked from Zhang Yu to Bai Zhenzhen—620 and 651—numbers that dwarfed everyone else around him.
So it’s true. Besides Bai Zhenzhen, Zhang Yu is now a real rival for me over the next three years.
A spark ignited in Qian Shen’s chest. He could already envision the fierce competition ahead—three of them locked in a battle for supremacy, pushing each other to the limit, all aiming for the same top universities.
This is going to be intense!
He grabbed his Lushu immediately and dove back into studying talismans.
“Talismans are my strength. But I only scored 80 this time. I need to keep practicing!”
On the other side of the room, He Dayou stared at his own scores, his expression dark.
“Total: 603.”
“Martial Arts: 50…”
Fifty in Martial Arts was a painful wound. His blood boiled. He wanted nothing more than to smash the desk in front of him with a single punch.
His poor performance was a direct result of two humiliating defeats—both crushed in seconds—by Zhang Yu.
Now, every time he looked at Zhang Yu, a flicker of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
But as the son of a school board director, he quickly suppressed it.
Every poor student is a valuable resource. I can’t just beat him up.
Besides, Zhang Yu’s already being watched by the Student Union, right?
We’re not on the same track. I shouldn’t let him disrupt my focus. I must keep improving.
He activated his cultivation technique, calming his emotions.
He finally realized: he and Zhang Yu weren’t competitors. He shouldn’t let Zhang Yu’s sudden rise affect his mindset—or his scores.
The path to strength and wealth is the only true path.
Even Dao Skill, my strongest subject, scored 90—still room for improvement.
With that, He Dayou opened his Lushu, ignoring the chaos around him, and plunged back into study.
Meanwhile, Bai Zhenzhen tilted her head, watching Zhang Yu.
Could Yu have been hiding all along—playing the quiet type for four months, just to burst out like this?
No… he couldn’t have had that kind of potential.
Or… did Yu unlock something too?
(End of Chapter)
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