School Fighting Competition

"What is it?"

Xia Ping blinked, looking at Jiang Yaru.

"There is something I need to inform you about."

Jiang Yaru said, "In three days, the school will hold a Martial Arts Fighting Tournament. Every class in our senior year has ten spots, and one of them originally belonged to Yang Wei. But since he was arrested by the police and won't be getting out anytime soon, I wanted to ask you: are you interested in participating in this school tournament?"

As she spoke, her expression was extremely strange, as if Yang Wei had been dragged off by the police precisely because of this guy. It was hard to imagine that Yang Wei, once a model student, had his reputation ruined in an instant just because he provoked this scoundrel.

She wondered what Yang Wei would be like once he was released from prison.

"A school fighting tournament?!" Xia Ping's eyes flickered.

He had heard of this competition. It was an annual martial arts event where almost all the outstanding students in the school participated. Winning it meant receiving rewards.

Of course, the school's rewards were nothing significant; the important thing was that if one could place in the top ten of this tournament, they would qualify to represent the 95th Middle School in the Tianshui City high school fighting tournament.

That was a gathering of the top powerhouses from every middle school in Tianshui City. It attracted countless spectators, the rewards were incredibly generous, and winners even had the chance to enter the military for training to further strengthen their abilities.

Every year, students who displayed formidable strength at the Tianshui City high school tournament had a high probability of being admitted to Yanhuang University.

These things had nothing to do with Xia Ping before, and he hadn't paid much attention to them, but things were different now. Perhaps he could use this tournament to accumulate more Hatred Points and enhance his own strength.

"If I represent the class in this tournament, won't the others have any objections?" Thinking of this, Xia Ping looked at Jiang Yaru and asked.

"They definitely won't have any objections."

Jiang Yaru shook her head. "Because you defeated Xiong Batian and proved your strength. With a record like that, I believe the other students won't have any complaints."

This was only natural.

The proof of martial arts strength is one's record!

Who you can defeat determines how powerful you are. Although Xia Ping had been unremarkable and lacked any defining traits before, he had recently defeated Xiong Batian on the Flying Dragon Platform. That was his record.

Even in Class 16 of Grade 12, there weren't many students who could defeat Xiong Batian, so there was no way the others would object to Xia Ping representing the class.

Even if someone did have an objection, one only needed to ask, "Can you defeat Xiong Batian?" and they would be left speechless.

However, Jiang Yaru still found it incredible. That Xia Ping, who had been so ordinary and unremarkable, had quietly advanced to the Martial Apprentice Fourth Heaven and even defeated a powerhouse like Xiong Batian—it was truly bizarre. What on earth had happened to him?

"Alright, I accept."

Xia Ping said immediately; he would never miss an opportunity like this.

"Fine, then I'll submit your name."

Jiang Yaru nodded, but she couldn't help asking, "Xia Ping, I've noticed you haven't been very focused in class lately. What exactly are you doing?"

"Nothing much, just writing a novel," Xia Ping replied casually.

Writing a novel?!

Jiang Yaru widened her beautiful eyes, looking at Xia Ping in disbelief. Based on her understanding, this guy was a literature idiot who would fall asleep within three minutes of opening a book. How could he possibly understand something as high-brow as writing a novel? And earlier, how had this jerk advanced to the Martial Apprentice Fourth Heaven so quickly? What kind of changes had occurred in him?

Suddenly, she noticed a page projected on Xia Ping's desk. Her heart stirred, and she asked, "Could it be that your novel is published on Penguin? Is this the work you wrote? What exactly is it about..."

Slap! Xia Ping immediately closed the page, put on a stern face, and said, "What it's about is none of your business. You should go back and focus on your studies; don't get in my way, understand?"

His expression was strange. If Jiang Yaru knew what kind of novel he was writing, she would probably want to eat him alive, so he had to keep this a secret.

"I'm getting in your way?!"

Hearing this, Jiang Yaru was furious, her pretty face flushing red. "Well, look at you, Xia Ping. You defeat Xiong Batian and suddenly your tail is up in the air? You actually think I'm in your way? You've really grown some nerve, haven't you?"

Since they were young, she had always held the upper hand over Xia Ping—she had excellent grades, was a sports prodigy, and was the school beauty. It had always been her finding Xia Ping to be a nuisance; never had it been the other way around.

But now this jerk was acting all high and mighty, daring to call her, Jiang Yaru, a nuisance. It was simply outrageous.

"It's not what you think. It's hard to explain to you, and anyway, you wouldn't understand the novel, so there's no point in telling you." Xia Ping wanted to get rid of Jiang Yaru as quickly as possible to prevent the conversation from spiraling out of control. His novel really couldn't be seen by just anyone, especially not a woman.

Wouldn't understand?!

Hearing these words, Jiang Yaru became even angrier. She was an outstanding student ranked in the top ten of the school, and her literature grades were top-tier. What kind of novel could she possibly not understand? Even ancient texts were something she could translate to some extent.

Clearly, this jerk had just defeated Xiong Batian, his ego had inflated, and he was looking down on everyone. That was why he was spouting such nonsense, not even showing her, Jiang Yaru, any respect.

Fine!

Since you don't want me to see it, I'm going to see it anyway. I'll see exactly what kind of thing you've written that has you acting so arrogant and insufferable.

Jiang Yaru decided that not only would she read this jerk Xia Ping's novel, but she would read it carefully and write a review to criticize his writing style. She would teach him not to be so cocky and to learn some humility.

There were plenty of capable people in this world; he wasn't the only one.

"Teacher Bai Rong? That should be the name, right? Though the title of this novel is actually quite elegant. Is it specifically about campus life? Does it describe the bond between students and teachers? Or is it a touching story about a teacher's hard work in educating students? Or perhaps it's about workplace struggles in a school? I never expected this guy to be so sentimental, actually writing a literary novel."

Even though she had only glanced at it, with Jiang Yaru's powerful dynamic vision and profound martial arts cultivation, she had memorized the content of that page in an instant. Nothing could escape her.

Thinking this, she glared fiercely at Xia Ping and returned to her seat.

"Finally, she's gone." Seeing that she didn't intend to press further, Xia Ping let out a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately, if Xia Ping knew that Jiang Yaru not only intended to read his novel but also planned to write a review on it, his expression would likely be quite a sight to behold.