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Chapter 42: The Classification of Geniuses
Chapter 42: The Classification of Geniuses (Please Continue Reading)
Jiang Tao and Lin Qi watched intently, their curiosity piqued. Coming from modest—if not outright impoverished—backgrounds, they’d long struggled to separate fact from fiction amid the endless online rumors.
They needed someone trustworthy to explain things clearly.
Zhang Cheng tapped his smartwatch, projecting a massive floating screen filled with images and text. He cleared his throat before beginning.
“After every Monthly Assessment, major Martial Arts Pavilions begin offering contracts to students they consider geniuses.”
“These contracts aren’t like Genius Loans.”
“A Genius Loan is exactly what it sounds like—a loan. You spend the money now, and repay it later, albeit interest-free.”
“But Pavilion contracts are investments. They give you funds upfront to cultivate your strength, and in return, you enter their organization later to generate profits for them.”
The students nodded. This matched what they’d heard. No one disliked contracts—everyone wanted the best possible deal.
Zhang Cheng continued, “Our country has countless Martial Arts Pavilions, all backed by major corporations.”
“In the coming days, representatives will approach you to negotiate contracts.”
“These Pavilions vary greatly in quality. Ordinary ones offer contracts with restrictive clauses and limited support—decent money, but poor value.”
“These are suited for students with average innate talent.”
“As Elite Class students, your goal should be the three top-tier Pavilions—Crimson Heaven, Black Radiance, and Abyssal Maw.”
“These elite Pavilions were founded by the Nine Realm Titleholder Martial Artists of Xia Kingdom. They wield unimaginable wealth, power, and military strength.”
“Signing with them means more flexible contracts, larger sums, and superior benefits. No ambitious genius would ever refuse an offer from one of these three.” Zhang Cheng smiled as he spoke.
Excitement stirred in the crowd. Signing with any of the top Pavilions would guarantee a brilliant future.
“But not all of you will land such contracts.”
“I remember last year, only thirty students succeeded.” Zhang Cheng’s words doused the enthusiasm like cold water.
A student groaned, “I’m ranked 37th… No chance for me then?”
Others with rankings below 30 wore grim expressions.
“Of course, this year’s cohort might surpass last year’s. More spots could open up.” Zhang Cheng offered this rare reassurance.
“The three Pavilions classify geniuses into seven tiers—from D to Sss.”
“The S, SS, and Sss tiers are irrelevant to most of you. Those are reserved for talents who’ve awakened Special Abilities.”
At the mention of Special Abilities, the crowd grew uneasy. Lin Qi felt the same—those prodigies existed only in news reports, far removed from their reality.
“The tiers that matter to you are A, B, C, and D.”
“Even the lowest D-tier contract grants millions in funds and rare resources.”
“These contracts are long-term agreements. Keep improving your rankings, and you might secure a contract—or upgrade an existing one.”
Ding! The class bell rang.
“Alright, dismissed!” Zhang Cheng packed his belongings and left the Martial Arts Classroom.
The students shuffled out, buzzing with conversation.
Heading to the cafeteria, one remarked, “I’d settle for a D-tier contract.”
“Who do you think in our class could land an A-tier? They say only a handful of prodigies qualify.”
“Li Zhou seems certain. Yu Jing and Qi Yuelin might too. Everyone else would be lucky to get B-tier.” Nods of agreement followed.
Second Floor Cafeteria
Lin Qi sat with a towering tray of food, chowing down heartily.
“Qige, which Pavilion are you signing with?” Jiang Tao asked between bites.
“Not sure yet. Depends on negotiations and the contract terms.” Lin Qi shrugged.
“I’ll probably get B-tier. A-tier’s a pipe dream.” Jiang Tao grinned. “Still, B-tier means millions in Xia Kingdom currency. I’d be set for Senior Year.”
“Whatever Pavilion you choose, I’ll follow.”
“Deal!” Lin Qi didn’t hesitate.
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Evening Self-Study, Principal’s Office
Zhang Cheng flopped onto the sofa as he entered. “Why drag me out? I was planning to rest.”
Yan Hong sat opposite Jiang Zhiguang, who paused the projected spreadsheet.
“This trio needs Genius Loan upgrades. I need your input, Old Zhang.”
“Who’s applying?” Zhang Cheng sipped tea.
“Jiang Tao—Special-Class Loan. Lin Qi and Chen Zichuan—both Second-Class.”
The two watched Zhang Cheng’s reaction.
“Hmm… These three have solid innate talent. Their applications are justified.”
“But—”
“But what?” Jiang Zhiguang frowned.
“Lin Qi’s application should be upgraded. He deserves First-Class.”
“No.” Zhang Cheng leaned forward, serious. “Recommend Special-Class directly.”
Jiang Zhiguang blinked. “You’re even more confident than Yan Hong. What’s so special about Lin Qi?”
Yan Hong spoke first, “He jumped 17 ranks in the last Monthly Assessment. His potential exceeds his current ranking.”
Zhang Cheng nodded, “I may not understand academics, but in Martial Arts class, his talent dwarfs everyone else. I’d bet his ranking will skyrocket again at the Midterm.”
“Agreed.” Yan Hong affirmed.
Jiang Zhiguang sighed, “Fine. I’ll submit the Special-Class request. Whether it’s approved… well, that’s up to luck.”
Once the two left, Jiang Zhiguang immediately submitted the three applications.
He reopened Lin Qi’s file, studying his grades and background.
“Lin Qi… remarkable. Jumped from over 100th to 18th in three months. Could this be the start of his breakthrough?”
He muttered while watering his potted plant.
“Wait—sprouts?” He leaned closer. Among the brown soil, a green tendril had emerged.
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Rongshan Residential District, Lin Family Home
“Dad, I ranked 18th in the Monthly Assessment! And during the Starfall Event…” Lin Qi video-called Lin Zhen, bursting with news.
Lin Zhen’s eyes widened. Less than a year ago, he was ranked over 100th!
His lips curled into a grin. “That’s my son!”
“How’s work at Linhai Base?”
“Busy, but profitable!” Lin Zhen laughed.
After passing the phone to Fang Huiyi, Lin Qi retreated to wash up. Returning, he found his mother examining several boxes on the table.
“I almost forgot—these are supplements for your health.”
Fang Huiyi frowned, reading the label. “Lotus Suite? Two million per box? Too extravagant!”
“I’ve got money now. Don’t worry about it.”
She sighed. “Alright.”
Lin Qi’s expression turned solemn. “Mom… how much debt does our family still owe?”
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(End of Chapter)
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