Time Flies Like a White Steed
"Ah?"
Lu Bai paused for two seconds, then realized that Liang Fuzhong had misunderstood.
He knew very well that his predecessor had indeed drowned, otherwise he wouldn't have come into this world.
Liang Fuzhong's idea is that the process was wrong, but the result was correct.
After all, Lu Bai also did not believe that his predecessor falling into the water was an accident.
The reason is simple: students at the Deathmatch School are not like students at ordinary schools who can simply learn the knowledge of each subject.
The so-called students are actually reserves for the deathmatch.
In terms of physical fitness and academic performance, one doesn't have to be exceptionally outstanding, but at least passable. In addition, one needs to learn various professional skills.
Including but not limited to swimming, driving, firearms shooting, etc...
They can even choose to study unconventional skills such as fortune telling, acting, or magic.
In short, the Deathmatch School aims to train students to survive no matter what situation they are thrown into.
They may look unremarkable, but they are all masters of wilderness survival.
Under these circumstances, the idea of someone accidentally falling into the water and drowning simply doesn't make sense.
"I just can't remember a lot of things," Lu Bai said, making up an excuse.
He didn't know much about this Teacher Liang, so naturally he wouldn't tell her everything.
Liang Fuzhong patted Lu Bai on the shoulder. "If you have any doubts, feel free to tell me. No one would dare to lay a hand on a student from our school."
The high social status of deathmatch fighters also means that the importance of these reserve fighters still in school is not low.
In fact, if Lu Bai hadn't been pulled from the river alive, this matter wouldn't have been so easily forgotten.
Lu Bai hummed in agreement and said nothing more.
The two walked in silence for a while, and unknowingly arrived at the Teaching Building.
"Alright, come find me anytime if you need anything."
Before parting, Liang Fuzhong habitually gave a word of advice, then suddenly remembered something. "By the way, since you were conscious during the Deathmatch Showdown, what was your final ranking? Did you make it into the top 300?"
Lu Bai honestly replied, "I am number one."
Upon hearing this, Liang Fuzhong chuckled, "Alright, kid, stop teasing me and hurry up and register your information."
A spacious and bright classroom.
A middle-aged man with the air of a retired soldier stood on the podium, his eyes radiating an invisible sense of pressure.
"I know many of you are not satisfied with your results in the first round of the Deathmatch Showdown, but I'll emphasize again, absolutely no student is allowed to restart without permission. No matter how bad your results are, you'd better finish all three rounds first."
After hearing the teacher's warning, the students in the classroom remained quiet and offered no objections.
As is well known, before officially becoming a Deathmatcher, one can choose to quit or restart.
Almost everyone considers the first three rounds as the foundation-building stage. If you feel that your foundation is not solid, you can go through the process again.
This is also why Lu Bai was able to encounter some "veterans" in the first round of the Deathmatch Showdown.
Rebooting sounds appealing, but based on years of experience, deathmatchers who reboot too many times never survive to the fourth round.
Therefore, it is certain that this restart will affect the subsequent Deathmatch Showdown, but it is not yet clear what the specific negative impact will be. At most, it can be speculated that the random Ability Pool in subsequent rounds will be very weak, or some other negative impact.
To draw an analogy to competitive games, the more times you restart, the lower your hidden MMR (Matchmaking Rating).
With such mechanisms in place, Deathmatch School, which are specifically designed to train deathmatchers, naturally wouldn't encourage restarting such activities.
However, if the first three rounds are a complete failure, then choosing to restart is perfectly normal.
At the very least, one must obtain a title before attempting to enter the fourth round of the Deathmatch Showdown.
"That's all for now. I won't take up any more of your time. Go and prepare well for the second round of the deathmatch. After the second round, I don't want to see you still looking so dejected."
After saying that, the teacher tidied up the podium briefly and left quickly.
"Ugh, so annoying."
"Let's relax for a few days first, how about we go to the New Imperial Palace and play a few rounds?"
"Let's go, let's go!"
"Old Zhu, wanna go lift some weights?"
The classroom suddenly became noisy, and several students rushed out of the classroom with their bags.
Lu Bai remained seated, not getting up immediately.
If you look at the time, it's only a little past ten in the morning, still a while before lunchtime.
Incidentally, the basic academic courses and physical training were completed before the age of eighteen.
The key points and precautions regarding Deathmatch Showdown have been mentioned countless times.
After the first Deathmatch Showdown, few courses will require students to attend. What they do during this month is entirely up to them to take initiative.
If you don't value your own life, then no one can save you.
Correspondingly, the school will do its best to meet any reasonable requests students have, as long as they are raised.
Even if someone wants to learn how to drive a tank, the academic affairs office will arrange for professionals to provide meticulous instruction.
Lu Bai was quite satisfied with this system, as it allowed him to arrange his own time freely without wasting it in boring classrooms.
"Now that things have come to this, let's go eat first."
As time passed, the talent points on Lu Bai's personal interface were gradually converted.
While the level of talent may not have a significant impact in the real world, it is not entirely without value.
For example, it is extremely effective in learning fighting techniques.
Driven by the simple belief that waste is shameful, Lu Bai took a large number of combat courses in the following days.
Of course, these fighting styles are all scientifically based, and it's impossible to unleash a powerful energy blast with a simple push of both hands.
However, it still has many merits in terms of combat techniques and power generation skills.
He himself has a certain foundation, and his exposure to various schools of thought in this world allows him to corroborate each other to some extent.
After a period of time, the results were gratifying.
His talent for breaking through the ten marks allows him to easily form correct muscle memory. In a flash of inspiration, he can recognize and eliminate the redundant parts of countless routines.
Creating your own fighting style might be impossible in a short time, but if it's just about improving your combat abilities, then it's no problem at all.
During this period, Lu Bai basically lived a life going back and forth between the school and the Livability City, and didn't go out to other parts of the Underground City much.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed.
Bang!
A loud explosion echoed through the stadium.
Lu Bai removed the protective gear from his head and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
"Good."
A gaunt old man took the protective gear from Lu Bai, tossed it onto a stool, and chuckled as he continued, "Your second round of Deathmatch Showdown is tomorrow, isn't it?"