Application! Wool Harvest in Progress 2

Next, Chen Mo went to the Martial Arts Department office to fill out the application form, writing with extraordinary care, as if he wanted to carve every character into a flower. In the "Cultivation Experience and Achievements" section, he detailed his journey from Initiation to Proficient to Major Accomplishment (omitting the system, highlighting insights and hard work), which made Instructor Xu nod repeatedly as he watched: "Mm, not bad. There are details, there are insights. It looks genuine and hardworking."

Instructor Xu took the application form, signed it with a flourish, and wrote a recommendation so heartfelt and eloquent it practically flew off the page—phrases like "uncommon bone structure, exceptional comprehension, tireless diligence, a promising future"... Chen Mo sneaked a glance and felt his face heat up, as if he'd been instantly packaged into a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy.

"Once the application is submitted, it's just waiting for the school to arrange a simple interview, a mere formality." Instructor Xu organized the materials. "Mainly to assess your character and ask about your future plans. With my endorsement, relax—it's rock solid!"

Sure enough, the interview was as Instructor Xu had said—relaxed and pleasant. The head of the Martial Arts Department was a middle-aged man with an imposing presence but a gentle tone. He looked over the materials and asked a few questions like, "What's your next focus in cultivation?" and "Any thoughts on Martial Arts University?"

Chen Mo had his answers ready, responding with clear logic and firm goals: "Consolidate the Major Accomplishment Realm, use school resources to push hard on Qi and Blood, and strive to touch the threshold of a Martial Artist before the Gaokao. I hope to get into a good martial arts university to systematically study higher-level martial arts."

The head nodded in satisfaction and finally patted Chen Mo on the shoulder (it seemed leaders all loved patting shoulders): "Very good. Clear goals, proper attitude. Your application is approved. Specific benefits will be communicated to you by a teacher soon."

"Approved!" Those three words echoed in Chen Mo's mind like the most beautiful celestial music. He barely suppressed the urge to jump on the spot, thanked them respectfully, and walked out of the office feeling like he wasn't stepping on the floor, but on clouds!

That afternoon, a young teacher from the Martial Arts Department found Chen Mo, handed him an exquisitely bound Key Cultivation Student Benefits Handbook, and enthusiastically began a "product presentation." Chen Mo flipped open the handbook, listening to the teacher's explanation, his eyes growing wider and wider, his mouth unconsciously falling open—he knew the benefits were good, but he hadn't expected them to be this good! This wasn't just fleecing the sheep; it was giving him the whole sheep and the pasture too!

The teacher explained each item one by one, each like a sweet bomb exploding fireworks in Chen Mo's heart:

"First, monthly cash subsidy: 1,500 yuan."

The teacher's tone was flat. Chen Mo's inner thoughts: Holy crap! 1,500 for free every month? That's like three free high-grade Qi and Blood Capsules! My private savings can finally stop dropping and start recovering!

"Second, monthly resource redemption quota: 2,000 points."

The teacher continued. Chen Mo's heart raced: 2,000 points! How many good things can I get! Qi and Blood Powder! Exotic Beast Meat! Nourishing herbs! And at school's internal prices, they're cheap! No more drooling over the resource library prices!

"Third, free access to training venues: including but not limited to the Martial Arts Hall VIP Room, Spirit Energy Cultivation Room, Gravity Training Room, etc."

Chen Mo's breath caught: Free! All free! The Spirit Energy Cultivation Room! An efficiency amplifier! The Gravity Training Room! A treasure trove for strength improvement! No more mooching off Zhao Peng's VIP access, no more worrying about hourly fees!

"Fourth, exclusive martial arts mentor guidance: at least one one-on-one session per week (your mentor is Coach Xu)."

Chen Mo was ecstatic: Instructor Xu giving private lessons! Problems solved! Movement details refined! It's like having a personal trainer!

"Fifth, nutritional meal subsidy: free customized nutritional meals at the VIP window in the cafeteria for lunch and dinner daily."

Chen Mo almost teared up: Free nutritional meals! Customized! Meat and nourishment in every meal! Mom won't worry about me starving during training, and Zhao Peng won't worry about eating me broke!

"Sixth, priority participation rights: priority in school-organized martial arts exchanges, special training camps, competitions, and other activities."

Chen Mo's fighting spirit soared: Special training camps! Outside masters! Competition rewards! These are golden opportunities to broaden horizons and get resources!

The teacher finished explaining and handed the handbook to Chen Mo, who was still digesting the information: "Benefits take effect tomorrow. Remember to collect the relevant credentials (redemption card, meal card, etc.) on time."

"Th... thank you, teacher!" Chen Mo took the handbook, feeling like he was holding not paper, but a ticket to a new world!

Back in the classroom, Zhang Shun saw Chen Mo's "walking on air, grinning like a fool" expression and immediately sidled up: "Brother Mo! Judging by your look, you got the Key Cultivation Student spot?"

Chen Mo nodded modestly, but the pride in his eyes was impossible to hide: "Mm, just finished the paperwork."

"Spill it! What are the perks? Do they give out money?" Zhang Shun's eyes lit up.

Chen Mo cleared his throat and began to show off "casually": "Nothing much, just some pocket money every month, 1,500 yuan. And a resource quota, 2,000 points, for exchanging cultivation stuff. Oh, right, those paid training rooms at school, like the Qi Chamber and Gravity Chamber, are free for me now. Meals are free too—I can eat whatever I want at the cafeteria VIP window. And Instructor Xu has to give me private lessons every week..."

With each item he listed, Zhang Shun's mouth dropped a little wider. By the time he finished, Zhang Shun's jaw was practically on the floor, and the classmates eavesdropping nearby let out a collective gasp.

"I... holy crap!" Zhang Shun finally closed his mouth and blurted out sincerely, "Brother Mo! Are you being kept by the school?! This treatment... it's even more luxurious than the tutoring package my dad got me! How are we supposed to live?!"

"Jealous? Then train hard and apply next time." Chen Mo patted his shoulder, speaking with gravity (and showing off).

"Forget it, forget it, I'll just stay a happy ordinary person..." Zhang Shun said with a grimace, deeply crushed.

That evening, Chen Mo immediately called Zhao Peng to share the joy. Zhao Peng was even more excited on the other end: "Awesome, Brother Mo! I knew it! Now we can openly mooch the Qi Chamber! Double XP room, let's party!"

"Absolutely! When this month's subsidy comes in, hotpot's on me!" Chen Mo declared boldly.

"I've been waiting for you to say that! I'm ordering the most expensive snowflake fatty beef!"

After hanging up, Chen Mo sat at his desk, flipping open the benefits handbook again. His fingertips traced each benefit, filling his heart with a sense of solidity and drive. He knew these weren't just perks—they were responsibility and expectation. The school was investing resources in him, and he had to give back—faster progress, better results.

He carefully locked the handbook in his drawer, as if it were his most precious treasure. Then, he pulled out his textbooks and exercise books, his gaze refocusing with sharp determination.

Benefits were a boost, but the path, in the end, had to be walked step by step.

Outside the window, the moonlight was just right. The youth's journey, nourished by this "fertile soil," had become broader and brighter. He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and began his cultural class review for the day.

After all, even while fleecing the sheep, he couldn't forget he was still a sheep about to take the Gaokao.