Li Ziquan ignored the classmates shouting about a rigged result and said calmly,
"In my opinion, students whose martial arts scores are higher than Su Yuan's—like Chen Nuoyi, Chu Lanxi, and even Wu Xingqi—have the strength to enter the Special Class."
"The Martial Arts Competition won't do much for them."
"But Su Yuan is a late bloomer. If the monthly exam scores determine the winners, it'll be difficult for him to enter the Special Class."
"So this opportunity matters more to Su Yuan, and he's the better choice for it."
"As for the rest of you, whose martial arts scores are below those students', if you have a problem with it, keep it to yourselves."
The other students fell silent.
Wu Xingqi had mastered both the Morning Sun Fist and the Seven-Star Steps. Her martial arts monthly exam scores consistently stayed above 140, and she had ranked in the top five, or even the top three, for years.
The only students who were actually stronger than her in martial arts were the ones Li Ziquan had just mentioned.
And Su Yuan had taken down every one of those powerhouses in an instant. To be honest, he had truly earned the spot in the competition.
But still, it was as they said: a brother's success was downright heartbreaking!
Seeing that the class had quieted down, Li Ziquan nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Su Yuan, who was still a little dazed. Her tone immediately softened.
"Su Yuan, don't put too much pressure on yourself."
"Just as our class didn't pick its ace, the other classes will probably choose students with special strengths in martial arts, rather than all-rounders from the top ten."
There was no reason for Su Yuan to reject Teacher Li's kindness. He quickly came back to himself and nodded solemnly.
Then Li Ziquan continued,
"That powerhouse who graduated in the top ten should arrive within a few days. With so little time, training hard in the Morning Sun Fist and Seven-Star Steps won't improve you by much."
"So I'm going to teach you a special Combat Mental Method."
"Spend this time comprehending as much of it as you can, and use it to catch your opponents off guard."
"If you can master it, you'll have two trump cards in the Martial Arts Competition: Variant Spiritual Power and the Combat Mental Method. Your chances of placing will be very good."
Without waiting for Su Yuan to answer, Li Ziquan pulled out her phone and tapped the screen several times.
"I've sent you the electronic version of the method through the class group. Accept it after school and practice it properly at home."
Su Yuan said, "Uh, okay."
And with that, the contestants for the Martial Arts Competition were settled. Martial arts class continued as usual.
When the sun slanted westward and the school bell rang, Su Yuan and Chen Nuoyi headed straight for the cafeteria kitchen.
The Dragon Scale Roasted Goose had sold like hotcakes at noon, with plenty of orders already placed. Su Yuan didn't even need to ask before Chef Li waved a hand and told him to roast two geese at once.
As for their share of the profits, Chef Li said he couldn't pay them daily, but promised to settle up once a week.
The two had no objections and happily got to work.
Preparing one Dragon Scale Goose took nearly two hours. But preparing and roasting two at the same time only added about half an hour of work.
A little after half past eight, barely a few minutes after nightfall, the two of them had finished work.
"Class Monitor, I don't think I'll be able to master the Combat Mental Method Teacher Li sent me anytime soon. Come look it over with me tonight."
Su Yuan studied the electronic version of the method on his phone and spoke without looking up at the girl beside him.
But he received no answer for a long while.
Su Yuan paused, puzzled, then stopped and turned to look. Chen Nuoyi had fallen several steps behind him and was standing at the school gate, staring blankly ahead.
Su Yuan followed her gaze and nearly went blind from the glare.
Just outside the school gate, a flying boat had appeared at some point. Its glossy black hull shimmered beneath the night sky like a work of art.
The flying boat hovered thirty centimeters above the ground and stretched eight meters in length! Its luxurious aura hit them head-on!
Household flying boats were generally only about four meters long. Just looking at its size was enough to tell this one was no ordinary craft.
"Holy crap!"
Su Yuan couldn't help blurting out the words.
Could this really be the legendary Wanxing S-Class, the flagship luxury flying boat made by Shenchi Corporation?
This was an outrageously luxurious flying boat worth tens of millions—a Golden Core True Person's entire annual income!
"Why would a flying boat of this caliber show up here? Since when did Taihua High School have a student this rich?"
Su Yuan couldn't help wondering.
The next second, something clicked, and his heart gave a jolt.
Considering Chen Nuoyi's strange reaction just now, along with her family background, the situation was obvious.
He hurried over to Chen Nuoyi's side and lowered his voice.
"I know this plot. After the Dragon King falls on hard times, all his old enemies come crawling out of the woodwork to get themselves killed. They go after his wife and daughter."
"Then your Dragon King dad makes his grand entrance just as you're about to be taken away, wipes out all the enemies, and puts on a spectacular show."
Chen Nuoyi said nothing.
After a long silence, she spoke softly.
"The person who came should be... my maternal grandfather."
"Oh, your maternal grandfather. Then forget I said anything. Ha ha ha."
Su Yuan laughed awkwardly, cursing himself mercilessly in his head.
Su Yuan, you've watched so many short dramas you've fried your brain. How many Dragon Kings rising from the ashes and showing off can there really be?
This was awkward. You'd just called her grandfather a brainless villain.
"Wait, your maternal grandfather?"
Su Yuan suddenly realized what this meant. His face twisted into the expression of someone who feared his brother might suffer, yet also feared his brother might show up in a Land Rover!
You, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, said your family had fallen on hard times and gone bankrupt. So your Dragon King dad was out of the picture, but now there was another Dragon King grandpa?
Su Yuan was heartbroken.
The fallen young heiress had only spent a few days experiencing life among the common folk, and now she was back in the arms of the wealthy. Who was going to help him roast geese now?
The Chen Family was just too dark!
But at that moment, as if she'd guessed what Su Yuan was thinking, Chen Nuoyi softly explained,
"My father married into the Chen Family. He was thrown out because he lost my maternal grandfather's family 16.8 billion."
"I can't abandon my dad, and for some other reasons, I don't want to go back to that Household."
Su Yuan said nothing.
Well, that added even more to the story.
Not only was he a city Dragon King, but he was also a city Dragon King's Son-in-law. Was he going to turn out to know ancient medicine too?
By now, Su Yuan had finally figured out the relationship between Chen Nuoyi and the owner of the flying boat in front of them.
It was a very conventional setup. Chen Nuoyi wanted to leave her family and make her own way, while taking care of her lonely-at-home dad.
Her maternal grandfather didn't agree, so he had come all the way to the school to intercept her and forcibly take this Chen Family heiress away.
But this was still her family business, and Su Yuan had no place interfering.
When Chen Nuoyi finally worked up the courage to walk forward, Su Yuan followed behind her to watch the drama unfold.
As the girl reached the flying boat, its window slowly rolled down, revealing the face of a stern middle-aged man who looked to be around forty.
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