Upon returning to the academy, Han Wu heard that it was once again time for the annual Chief election.
He immediately hurried off to sign up, brimming with enthusiasm.
Only to be told that this year's third-year Chief competition had been canceled.
Han Wu was baffled on the spot.
Why were the Chief competitions for first-years, second-years, and fourth-years proceeding as usual, while the third-years' competition alone had been canceled?
Third-years were being singled out like this—could the third-year students accept that?
Didn't this seriously dampen everyone's drive to improve?
The teacher in charge of registration then gave Han Wu an explanation.
The cancellation of the third-year Chief competition had been collectively requested by the third-year students themselves.
More than ninety percent of the students had signed it.
Han Wu was instantly depressed.
He only got this one chance each year to crush rookies—ptui, to have intimate exchanges with his fellow students—and they had actually given it up voluntarily.
Last year, Elina had at least come forward to challenge the Chief position. This year, there was not even a single eager challenger.
It was truly boring.
Han Wu let out a long sigh, then asked the teacher, "Then how about I reluctantly participate in the fourth-year seniors' Chief competition?"
The teacher politely asked in return, "Student Han Wu, do you want the fourth-years' Chief competition to be canceled as well?"
Han Wu had no answer.
He was practically certain that if he dared sign up for the fourth-years' Chief competition, the fourth-year seniors would dare jointly petition to cancel it.
In the vast Imperial Capital Academy, there was not even anyone who dared lay a hand on him.
That made Han Wu somewhat miss the opponents who had once dared to challenge him.
Bored, Han Wu could only look through