Of Course I Won't Admit It (First Update)

Chen Yanjun was openly mocking Li Shicai and Shi Miler, who had earlier declared they would take first place.

Li Shicai turned back angrily. When he saw it was Chen Yanjun, he could only swallow his anger.

The Li Clan had only just risen from baron to viscount, filling the vacancy left after the Chu Clan had run into trouble and been stripped of its title.

Chen Yanjun, however, was from the direct line of the Chen Family, and the Chen Family was a count's house.

Among the Empire's nobility, rising from baron to viscount was a major hurdle. It was difficult, but not entirely impossible.

But going from viscount to count was an impossible road.

Because over the past ten thousand years of the Empire, barons and viscounts frequently rose and fell, while counts and above had seen almost no changes.

Li Shicai could be proud before commoners, citizens, and even barons, but he could not throw his weight around before a count.

He turned back resentfully and secretly swore that he would forge an unparalleled Sniper Rifle!

Shi Miler, from the Ximanielli Federation, also turned around to look, but he was not looking at Chen Yanjun. He was looking at Xia Chujian beside him.

Last semester, he had actually failed the Game in Required Public Course, which had been incredibly humiliating.

So this semester, he had to win back his dignity!

And when it came to making weapons, honestly, everyone present except him was trash!

Because no one else had his advantages.

His Shi Family had military-industrial enterprises in the Ximanielli Federation!

Their status was equivalent to that of Zong in the Beichen Empire.

Competing with him in gunmaking? Wasn't that old man eating arsenic—courting death?

Just then, Xia Chujian raised another question.

"Lecturer, how will we be