6: In the age of universal deification, everyone can be a big star

The two found their class's location. The class monitor, Lin Yiwei, was organizing the line-up.

Seeing Han Lie and the other come over, he said with a smile, "Han Lie, you can stand at the very back!"

"What do you mean?"

Before Han Lie could speak, Cui Dazhi, who was beside him, became annoyed. He had disliked Lin Yiwei for a long time, finding him too fond of playing favorites.

At this moment, he couldn't help but suspect this was blatant discrimination.

"Ha..."

Lin Yiwei scratched his head, smiling, "No, it doesn't mean anything. It's just that you two are good friends, and Dazhi doesn't need to participate in the test. I thought I'd let you stand at the back to chat. It's not as free standing at the front, is it!"

"Are you that kind-hearted?"

Cui Dazhi remained skeptical.

"It's fine, let's just stand at the back!"

Han Lie was noncommittal. He also suspected Lin Yiwei's intentions, but there was no need to pay him any mind; he was just a stray dog by the roadside.

Besides, standing at the very back was indeed more comfortable.

"Alright then!"

Dazhi stopped saying anything when he heard Han Lie. If it had been before, he would have definitely pressed for an explanation, but now Han Lie's blood qi value was eighty.

It seemed there was no need to argue about anything anymore.

The two stood casually at the back and saw large instruments appearing on the rostrum one after another. According to Cui Dazhi, each instrument's standard was benchmarked against the highest precision blood qi value instruments on the market, capable of accuracy to two decimal places.

Five machines occupied the entire rostrum, which faced the entire sports field. Han Lie asked a question upon seeing this.

"Can everyone in the school, all the third-year students, see each person's test score?"

"Of course!" Cui Dazhi nodded, "Our school has always believed in openness and transparency, absolutely not allowing any dark tendencies..."

"......."

Han Lie compared it in his mind. It was no wonder martial artists had strong minds. In his previous life, elementary and middle school students' rankings were no longer publicly displayed after exams.

They were afraid of causing harm.

"How great is this!!!"

Cui Dazhi was excited, "When your results come out later, *pow*—"

"It will directly make those who looked down on you turn pale with fright, wet their pants, and be filled with regret! Let them know what it means: thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; do not bully a young man for being poor!"

"...It's not that extreme!"

Han Lie wasn't that chuunibyou, but giving everyone a small shock was indeed a good thing, otherwise, there would be too many stray dogs by the roadside.

They would hinder his progress.

While the two were discussing, other classmates were also chattering, discussing the test scores. Everyone had a scale in their hearts regarding who was strong and who was weak.

............

Some girls were infatuated, looking at the strong young man at the very front of the class. Although his looks were far inferior to Han Lie's, still...

"Zhao Yi's score this time will definitely blow your minds!!!"

"How so?"

Several people nearby immediately looked over curiously. Zhao Yi's martial arts strength was self-evident; he had always been a top student in the class.

He, along with class monitor Lin Yiwei and study committee member Zhang Xiangwan, consistently dominated the top three spots.

Of course, these positions rotated, because the strength of students in these ordinary classes could fluctuate greatly in a short period.

Poor in literature, rich in martial arts.

A sudden fortune in the family could also greatly affect a student's results. As for other comprehensive factors, there was even less to say.

Falling in love could easily lead to a deficiency in blood qi.

"His blood qi should be eighty!!"

When the infatuated girl said this, her eyes were shining.

"Eighty?!"

The surrounding people's eyes widened. What did eighty mean? One had to know that the scores of the top few students in the class generally hovered between seventy-five and seventy-seven blood qi value.

And the higher the blood qi value, the harder it was to increase. This was why the testing instrument was accurate to 0.01; it was because during the Martial Exam, a difference of 0.01 could mean surpassing 1000 people.

"He must have taken drugs!?"

Everyone couldn't help but be suspicious, because Zhao Yi was just that kind of person—he looked indifferent but was actually very fond of showing off.

His current position in the first row, first spot, was testament to that.

"What drugs did he take?!"

The infatuated girl became displeased upon hearing this, immediately muttering that her Zhao Yi was the best in the world, had unrivaled talent, had recently achieved enlightenment, and that his blood qi value increased as easily as drinking water, and so on.

The people next to her also started arguing with her, saying that Zhang Xiangwan was the truly amazing one, and if it weren't for her period last time, she would have definitely surpassed the other two.

"What's all this market noise about?"

Cui Dazhi folded his arms, finding these behaviors hard to understand. "It's not your damn blood qi value that's eighty, so why do you feel more invested than the actual person!"

Han Lie, however, could understand a thing or two. The competition in this world was simply too great, and it was extremely strength-worshipping, which led these most ordinary students to realize their competition was hopeless. Although they didn't explicitly say they gave up, they had long placed their hopes on others.

What was that phrase again?

To share in the glory.

In reality, there was no real connection. As for Zhao Yi in front of him, he was just secretly pleased, at most risking blood qi deficiency.

Giving her one time.

"Boring!"

Han Lie looked up ahead. The Old Principal had just appeared on the rostrum, and his image perfectly matched the one in his mind.

Muscular, with a head of silver hair, and dressed impeccably, he was a living embodiment of a scholarly strongman. The paths of martial arts were diverse, and someone who could train their muscles to this extent was probably no ordinary person in their youth.

"!!!"

As soon as Cui Dazhi saw the Old Principal take the stage, his eyes also lit up. "Lie Zi, I want to be that awesome too in the future! Do you know? The Principal is a Sixth-Rank Martial Artist!!"

"Isn't that the same as your dad?"

"No, he's much more awesome than my dad!!"

...Isn't your dad younger?

"Heh heh, but the Principal has far more honors than my dad; he's a warrior who fought his way back from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!!"

When young, one always had many idols to look up to. Han Lie currently... didn't have any yet.

The Principal was also a martial general. He only spoke a few words of encouragement to the students, and then announced that the Martial Arts Calendar Year 983 College Entrance Examination Test officially began.

The process was simple and brutal.

At the very front, several people were already preparing on the side.

The moment the person leading them ascended the rostrum, a high ponytail was seen swaying, immediately causing a sensation.

"Oh my God!!!"

"It's the Goddess of War!!!"

"Ah!!!"

............

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Are they out of their minds?

Han Lie genuinely couldn't understand this. Fandom was fine, but was it necessary to be this crazy?

He, of course, found it difficult to comprehend how, in an era surrounded by external enemies, humanity's star-making plan had begun from such a young age.

Most of those involved actually hadn't realized it.

Human joys and sorrows are not interconnected.

He only felt it was a bit noisy.

Is it really necessary, just for a Goddess of War?

Just as he was thinking, Cui Dazhi quickly poked him from the side.

"What are you staring blankly for?"

"Cheer!!!"

"Your Goddess of War is on stage!!!"

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