Luo Feng Faints

June 7th, the first day of the national college entrance examination, which is held annually on the 7th, 8th, and 9th.

Luo Feng and Sett were assigned to the exam site at No. 1 High School.

A large crowd of parents and students had gathered at the main gate of No. 1 High School.

"That's what they call a 'flying start.' See, the higher they open it, the higher the score, and the better the results," Sett said, watching a woman in a qipao being interviewed.

Most parents had taken time off to accompany their children, and many mothers had specifically chosen to wear qipaos. The atmosphere was no different from the college entrance exams in his previous life.

Other students were repeatedly checking their admission tickets and pens to ease their inner anxiety.

"Good luck, sweetie!"

"Don't worry, Dad."

"Child, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just do your best; we won't hold it against you."

"Okay, Mom."

"Xiao Feng, stay relaxed during the exam. Even if you don't get into the First Military Academy, the Second Military Academy is fine too," Luo Feng's father said to him.

"Got it!" Luo Feng replied with a smile.

"Dad, Mom, you guys go back. I'm just going through the motions; consider this a farewell ceremony for my youth," Sett said, waving his parents off.

"Fine, your heart isn't here anyway. Just make sure to write something if you know it; don't do too poorly."

"Don't worry."

Rows of police officers armed with live ammunition stood at the school gate to prevent any untoward incidents.

"Luo Feng, let's head in."

Beep, beep! A loud car horn blared. A sleek, black, latest-model Mercedes S600 pulled up to the main gate, escorted by a fleet of police motorcycles. For a moment, the eyes of all the parents and students were fixed on the vehicle.

After the car came to a stop, three people stepped out. The person in the center was a Martial Artist! The security commander for every college entrance exam site was a Martial Artist.

His gaze was cold, like a viper's. He only offered an occasional nod to the education bureau director and the police chief standing beside him, clearly not bothered to pay them much mind.

Most people looked at the Martial Artist with worship, curiosity, and excitement!

Martial Artists were the final line of defense for humanity. Only they could leave the base cities to fight and hunt monsters. Because of their immense contribution to the safety of all mankind, the entire human society was deeply grateful to them, and ordinary people naturally idolized them.

"A Martial Artist. Luo Feng, we'll be Martial Artists soon too, won't we?" This was Sett's first time seeing a Martial Artist, but he didn't feel much awe, as he would be one himself soon enough.

"Yeah!"

"The gates are open. Let's go, Luo Feng."

"Xiao Feng, go on in. Your dad and brother will wait here for you. I'm heading back to cook," Luo Hongguo said, urging him, "Go on in."

"Brother, good luck!" Luo Feng's younger brother, Luo Hua, cheered from his wheelchair.

"Thanks! Dad, Mom, I'm heading in."

Luo Feng and Sett followed the flow of the crowd through the gate.

Sett picked up the exam paper that had just been handed out. A line of text was printed on it: "2056 Jiangnan City High School Science Exam, Paper A."

After a quick glance, Sett realized he didn't recognize almost any of it.

Damn it, whatever. I'll just scribble something. The questions were completely different from his previous life, and in the month since he had transmigrated, Sett hadn't really studied at all.

In the blink of an eye, it was June 9th, the day of the mathematics exam. I wonder if Luo Feng will pass out, Sett thought.

Sett and Luo Feng were in the same exam room, with Sett seated toward the back. He had already spent two days sleeping; one more day and it would be over, and then he could participate in the Martial Artist assessment.

"Student, what's wrong? Wake up! Call an ambulance!"

Sett, who had been sleeping blissfully, was jolted awake by the commotion. It turned out Luo Feng had fainted.

I guess it's fate. Now we'll be able to take the Martial Artist assessment together soon, Sett thought.

Every time Luo Feng fainted, his strength increased significantly. This was a good thing.

As the final bell rang, the college entrance exam officially came to an end. Sett left the school gate and called Luo Feng to ask where he was.

His mother answered the phone. After confirming the hospital address, Sett called his own home to say he would be back late and headed straight to the hospital.

"You okay, Luo Feng?" Sett asked, placing the fruit he had bought on the table.

"I'm fine. The math problems were too hard. I got stuck on a dead end and just blacked out. How did you do?" Luo Feng asked.

"Don't even ask. I recognize every word, but I have no idea what they mean when put together. It's annoying. Luckily, my strength has improved recently, so I reckon I've already passed the threshold for the Martial Artist assessment. I'd rather just go be a Martial Artist."

"Mom, I also feel like my strength has improved quite a bit lately. I probably have the strength of a prospective Martial Artist. Even if I don't get into a good school this time, passing the prospective Martial Artist assessment shouldn't be a problem."

"What? Xiao Feng has the strength of a prospective Martial Artist?"

Luo Feng's parents, standing nearby, were also excited. Is our family going to produce a prospective Martial Artist?

Martial Artists were the most transcendent group in human society, representing power, wealth, and high-status privileges. The benefits of becoming a Martial Artist for a family were far greater than those of a military academy graduate.

"Xiao Feng, that's great!" Luo Feng's father patted his shoulder. Compared to a Martial Artist, what did a military academy graduate even matter?

Seeing his parents so happy, Luo Feng, lying in the hospital bed, felt very happy himself. He chuckled, "I haven't passed the assessment yet, so I shouldn't get too excited too early."

"Luo Feng, once you're better in a couple of days, let's pick a time to go to the dojo and test our strength," Sett said.

"Alright, wait for my call at home. It's best if we pass it together."

"Sure, get some rest. I'm heading out now. Goodbye, Uncle and Auntie," Sett said.

"Hey, take care on your way. They were just happy to hear that Luo Feng's friend also has the strength of a prospective Martial Artist; they're glad he's made such a good friend."

After leaving the hospital, Sett hailed a taxi to go home. He had money, so he decided to splurge on a ride, heh heh.

"Mom, I'm home. Is there any food left for me?" Sett pushed the door open and asked quickly upon seeing Jin Wenying cleaning the dining table.

"There is. I'll heat it up for you, just a moment."

"So, how did the exam go?" Xiahai, who was watching a soap opera nearby, hurried over to ask.

"How else could it go? Just like that. I'm not really cut out for the academic subjects," Sett replied.

"Fair enough. Your grades have never been great. All the food you eat just turns into muscle. It seems being a Martial Artist really is what suits you; I was too hasty." Xiahai sighed slightly.

"Why are you sighing? You just wanted our son to inherit your own ridiculous dream. Enough, why force things you couldn't achieve onto our son?" Jin Wenying said as she took the food out after heating it in the microwave.

"I suppose you're right. Sett, my dream used to be to become a lawyer, but I just wasn't cut out for it. I took the exam many times and never passed. When you were little, I kept thinking about whether I could get you to become a lawyer."

"It wasn't until you grew up that I realized you weren't cut out for it either, so I stopped bringing it up. It was just your dad overthinking things. Your mom is right; I shouldn't force my own ridiculous dreams onto you," Xiahai explained the reason he wanted Sett to attend a good university.

"Dad, it's fine. Look at me, I've got well-developed muscles. Heaven opened a door for me, but it also closed a window. I can't help it with the academic subjects; I'm just not that type of person," Sett said.

"Right. You said you wanted to be a Martial Artist. How has your training been lately? Do you have the strength of a prospective Martial Artist yet? I saw online that a prospective Martial Artist needs a punch force of 900kg and a speed of 25 meters per second."

"My own punch probably only hits one or two hundred kilograms. I'm nowhere near that," Xiahai asked.

"Dad, don't worry. I'm absolutely confident I can pass the prospective Martial Artist assessment. I just tested it two days ago, and it's no problem. In a few days, I'll go take the Martial Artist assessment with Luo Feng. By then, we'll be able to move into a big house."

"Really? Don't lie to me just to make me happy. Being a Martial Artist isn't as easy as you make it sound. How can both of you suddenly have the strength of a prospective Martial Artist? Are they like cabbages?"

"Look at that Martial Artist from the 6th; he was so arrogant he didn't even have to give the police chief any face."

"Xiahai, you still don't believe in our son, do you?" Jin Wenying shouted from the kitchen.

"No, I just find it incredible. Suddenly, our son has the strength of a prospective Martial Artist. A Martial Artist, the most transcendent existence in human society!" Xiahai said quickly. "I heard online that the younger you are when you become a Martial Artist, the greater your potential."

"Our son isn't even 18 yet. Doesn't that mean he might even become a War God in the future?"

"Dad, you're thinking way too far ahead. I haven't even passed the Martial Artist assessment yet, and you're already thinking about the War God level," Sett couldn't help but retort.

"Heh heh, you kid, you're really something. Since you say you have the strength, then you must. I'm going to go brag to my colleagues, and when the time comes, I'll fire my boss and retire at home," Xiahai said.

"The food is hot, hurry up and eat. Your dad never takes anything seriously," Jin Wenying said as she brought the food out.

After the meal, Sett watched a soap opera with his dad and chatted. The family was happy and harmonious.