Conditions

Bai Yang slowly turned around to look behind him.

Sure enough, not far away, he spotted that familiar shiny bald head.

Supervisor Geng was completely bald, his figure somewhat portly, and at this moment he was staring at Bai Yang with a look of surprise.

"Why aren't you speaking? When you see a supervisor, don't you know any manners? I'm asking you a question!"

Bai Yang was irritated and replied bluntly: "Supervisor Geng, you! Are! Fine! I came here for something."

Hearing Bai Yang speak so rudely, completely unlike his usual self, Supervisor Geng's brows shot up and his voice rose: "This is the Academic Affairs Office! What business could you possibly have? I—"

Bai Yang was about to snap back when he suddenly heard Mei Xiaqing calling him from the third-floor stairwell: "Bai Yang, come upstairs. War God Lu wants to see you."

A sly grin crossed his face, and he immediately shouted: "Sister Mei, Second Lieutenant Geng wants to have a talk with me. Can you wait a moment?"

These two exchanges were heard clearly by everyone on the entire second floor.

Seeing Mei Xiaqing's attire, Supervisor Geng and the others couldn't help but glance at her shoulder insignia, and the air instantly went still.

Mei Xiaqing frowned slightly, knowing full well this kid was clearly trying to use her as a blade to kill.

Though she had a strict personality, she wasn't inflexible; on the contrary, she was quite adept at reading the room.

Knowing how much War God Lu valued Bai Yang, a mere Second Lieutenant wasn't worth her attention.

Mei Xiaqing cleared her throat and said solemnly: "War God Lu and Principal Wei are both waiting for you upstairs. Our time is very precious."

Bai Yang gave a loud affirmative and jogged up the stairs, treating Supervisor Geng before him as if he were air.

The entire second floor fell into silence. Supervisor Geng seemed to carry a poison; the surrounding teachers and students instinctively began to distance themselves from him.

In a military academy, would anyone dare to impersonate a military rank?

At least none of them had ever heard of such a madman.

A Second Lieutenant in his early fifties, versus a Major in his twenties—life could be cruel.

Bai Yang followed silently behind Mei Xiaqing. He had never actually been to the third floor of the Academic Affairs Office before.

Neither of them mentioned what had just happened; such a trivial matter was indeed beneath their notice.

Soon, they entered a small meeting room. Seated in the center were two men who appeared to be middle-aged.

Bai Yang naturally recognized Principal Wei of the school and stepped forward to greet him.

The other man, whom he had never seen before, was presumably that "War God Lu."

Bai Yang took a brief look at him—gray-white short hair, a military uniform that exuded authority without anger, the typical bearing of a soldier.

Mei Xiaqing naturally walked to stand behind him, her demeanor strikingly similar, making them look from a distance like father and daughter.

Bai Yang stepped forward and offered a greeting: "War God Lu, hello!"

Lu Ting held a few pages of a report in his hands, looking at Bai Yang with satisfaction. "Just turned nineteen and already reaching a martial artist's physical level—that's one thing.

But what I didn't expect is that your willpower and endurance are even more astonishing. Over ten minutes of extreme sprinting, and no lingering aftereffects at all.

It shows your foundation is exceptionally solid. I haven't seen a kid with this kind of quality in years."

Principal Wei smiled. "I really didn't expect it. A good seedling in our own school, and I missed it. How is it that as soon as you, Old Lu, show up, you find him?"

Lu Ting's face was full of smiles, a hint of pride in his words: "Old Wei, you've been in your office too long. This kid's walking movements, his gait—they're flawless, ingrained as subconscious instinct. How could his body technique be bad?

If you hadn't observed him up close today, standing on that platform every day looking down at their drills and formations, could you have seen that?"

Principal Wei sighed and nodded helplessly.

Lu Ting's words made sense; he could only blame himself for missing the talent right under his nose. Being poached by him left him with nothing to say.

Still, as the principal of Jiangnan First Military Academy, he had to say something to save face—he couldn't let Old Lu get too smug.

Principal Wei waved for Bai Yang to come closer and said: "Bai Yang, remember this. You still came out of Jiangnan First Military Academy."

Bai Yang nodded immediately. Principal Wei was a good man, well-liked among the students—he had to give him that face.

Seeing Bai Yang's sincere expression, Principal Wei decided to offer some real advice: "Even though you've withdrawn from school here, I can let you come back anytime. Do you understand?"

Bai Yang naturally believed him—wasn't this kind of thing just a word from the principal?

Principal Wei added with a grin: "So, since you haven't gone to Kyoto yet, why not make some demands of Old Lu? Like a War God Class, for instance. He ought to show some sincerity."

Bai Yang's heart stirred, and he immediately pressed: "Principal, what is a War God Class?"

Lu Ting's expression was already souring, but Principal Wei pretended not to notice, smiling broadly: "Since your surname is Bai, you should have heard your family mention the Limit Dojo's 'Elite Training Camp,' right?"

Bai Yang nodded repeatedly. How could he not know about this crucial "War God Preparatory Camp" from the original story?

"The Kyoto First Martial Arts School's 'War God Class' is just like our 'Elite Class.' It's specifically for picking the cream of the crop, except it's set up to select candidates for the 'Elite Training Camp.'"

Bai Yang grew a little excited. In the original story, with Huaxia Nation's population of over a billion, only one person was chosen each year!

Entering that training camp meant a ninety percent chance of becoming a War God!

His foundation was truly too good; becoming a War God was no issue at all, but some of the resources there were still tempting.

From there, it would also be more convenient to reach Australia, a treasure trove not to be missed in the early stages!

He remembered that the Huaxia military did have additional slots, and Luo Feng had almost been weeded out because of that back then.

If this so-called [War God Class] was established to select candidates for the March slots, then wouldn't he have a direct chance to obtain one?

He had considered this matter before, but had never found a lead. He never expected the opportunity to appear like this!

Principal Wei saw his expression and knew he understood. His smile grew even brighter as he continued, "So, you need to think carefully. Does Old Lu really have sincerity or not?

Either way, rest assured, I'll have your back."

Bai Yang nodded firmly. He would remember this favor from Principal Wei!

Now the pressure had shifted to War God Lu. Bai Yang read his expression and noticed his face had darkened considerably.

War God Lu glared at Principal Wei as if flames were about to shoot out!

This had truly hit a sore spot!

From Bai Yang's memory of the original story, not even a Planetary-level councilor had the authority to decide the allocation of slots for the "War God Camp."

War God Lu was merely a War God, even if he was an Advanced War God or even an Invincible War God.

It clearly wouldn't be easy for him to casually decide the admission qualifications for a [War God Class].

He would have to watch closely and see exactly what he could offer.