Senior, Want to Team Up?

Jiang Changkong did not know what other people's senior sisters were like.

But Zhou Wen's—Ji Ziling had shown him. Ordinary looks, average figure.

Clearly, she had also been assigned by Ji Ziling.

In the end, he reached an agreement with Ji Ziling. He could go to the school at any time, and she would handle the free senior sister for him.

Ji Ziling left the clinic in his care. An hour later, she came out with a golden card and handed it to him:

"This is a temporary student ID. A special one, with very good effects."

"What effects?" Jiang Changkong asked curiously.

He looked at the temporary student ID. A pale-gold card, and it even had special effects?

"The information resets every day. As for what effects, figure it out yourself." Ji Ziling waved a hand. "All right, there aren't many patients anyway. You can go."

Jiang Changkong walked out of the clinic, gripping the student ID tightly in his hand.

Though the price he had paid was a little steep, for the sake of improving, this was the only way.

He was doing this to increase his strength. He could not indulge in beauty.

Jiang Changkong warned himself like this.

There were not many patients at the clinic. He could come if he wanted, and not come if he did not.

Ji Ziling could manage it alone.

Jiang Changkong returned the clinic key to Ji Ziling. He was going to the Martial Arts School.

He went home, took a bath, and slept. When morning came the next day, he went to the Martial Arts School alone.

Ji Ziling had already given them notice. When the security guard saw him, he selectively ignored him.

This time, Zhou Wen was not accompanying him. Fortunately, Ji Ziling had sent him a map.

The location of the Mock College Entrance Exam was opposite the dormitories, a steel pagoda.

It had three floors in total.

One year's simulation per floor. Once the Three-Year Simulation was over, one could go take the college entrance exam.

Outside the iron tower's gate were two flower beds. Although it was still early, quite a few people were already going in and out.

Some people, in order to pass the first-year simulation assessment and the Mock College Entrance Exam, practically fought through the night.

That made him think back to when he had fought for the college entrance exam. Although he had only been an ordinary student, he had still worked hard.

Sitting by the flower bed outside the tower, watching the students going in and out, Jiang Changkong was very patient.

Some of the students entering and leaving had only come to look around and gain experience, not to take the simulation assessment.

Jiang Changkong sat there for a full two hours, yet still gained nothing.

That left him somewhat depressed.

Beside him, however, a few more students appeared, sitting on the flower bed just like him.

"Sigh, the simulation assessment is too hard. It actually requires the Mid Star Qi Stage."

"The school is really trying to kill us. We have to think of something fast. I don't want to get expelled."

Beside Jiang Changkong, two students sighed and lamented.

"Did your senior give you a weapon?"

"Give my ass. If you haven't passed the simulation assessment, you still can't count as a student of the school."

"Mine too. If I had a first-rank weapon, even a low-grade one, it'd be enough to pass the assessment."

Someone else joined in, sighing.

Jiang Changkong listened quietly. He did not understand how weapons were divided into ranks.

But he was not familiar with these people, and seeing that they were in a bad mood, he decided not to ask.

Before long, more and more complaints rang out. From the two people at the start, it became four or five, then even more.

These people had all just joined the school less than a year ago, or were about to reach a full year, and still had not passed the simulation exam.

They were worrying over the simulation exam. If they could not pass, they could just wait to be expelled.

The Martial Arts School's admissions were not strict, but its assessments were.

It gave martial artists who had cultivated Star Power a chance to enter the Martial Arts School. Whether they could seize that chance depended on themselves.

As for the assessment, he had asked Ji Ziling about it yesterday.

For the first-year simulation exam, only those at the limit of the Early Star Qi Stage had a chance of completing it.

And that was only a chance. With one careless slip, even someone at the Mid Star Qi Stage would capsize in the gutter.

For talented top students, rushing to the Late Star Qi Stage within a year was no problem.

Super top students could charge straight into the Star Cloud, or even stronger. The Martial Arts School had to hold up such people like offerings.

As for ordinary students, if one or two with decent talent appeared and rushed to the Mid Star Qi Stage, without a good weapon, they would still find it hard to pass.

Among the people complaining, several were at the Mid Star Qi Stage.

Gradually, more and more people joined the discussion, crowding the entrance until it was packed.

"Don't block the way. Move, move."

A cold shout rang out, and a young man held his head high as he forced his way through the crowd.

"Who the hell?" The complaining students had already been in a bad mood, and now quite a few of them cursed outright.

"Which dog-born bastard is so blind?"

"Piss off."

"It's top student Gu Xiaoyu. He joined the school a year ago, he's at the Late Star Qi Stage, and he's getting ready to challenge the Two-Year Simulation exam."

A cry of surprise rang out.

The crowd suddenly fell silent, terrifyingly still.

The corners of the young man's mouth lifted into a smile, a smug, arrogant smile.

He said nothing, only swept the crowd with a contemptuous glance before entering Iron Tower.

"So what if he's only at the Late Star Qi Stage? Look how pleased with himself he is."

Someone said sourly.

"He has the capital to be pleased with himself. He passed the One-Year Simulation in half a year, ahead of schedule, and was rewarded with several Star Stones."

"He earned that with his own ability. If you've got the skills, you finish early too. Look at that jealous face of yours."

"Who's jealous?"

Jiang Changkong couldn't stand listening anymore, so he simply closed his eyes to rest.

He was too lazy to listen to this kind of nonsense.

But finishing the Simulation exam early actually came with a Star Stone reward?

Ji Ziling hadn't told him that. Presumably, she hadn't expected him to finish early anyway.

If he soloed the Three-Year Simulation exam on his very first day of enrollment, how much would they reward him?

Could he become some kind of super top student?

Just thinking about it made him feel a little excited inside.

"Bastard, you dare hit me?"

Suddenly, a furious shout rang out, and the entrance to Iron Tower instantly dissolved into chaos.

The students scattered in every direction, Star Qi spilling everywhere. Someone had started fighting.

Jiang Changkong was a little stunned, a little confused. He hadn't expected something like this to happen.

Whoosh.

A streak of Star Qi sword-light suddenly pierced through the crowd. The student in front of Jiang Changkong had just fled aside when the sword-light shot straight toward him.

It came so suddenly that by the time Jiang Changkong wanted to dodge, it was already too late.

Bang.

The sword-light landed squarely on his chest with a muffled thud, then turned into specks of starlight and dissipated into the air.

The scene went silent all at once. The two students who had started fighting froze, looking at him in panic.

"S-sorry, I, I didn't do it on purpose."

"Hurry, hurry to the infirmary."

Both of them panicked at the same time. They had only been trading insults until it turned into a fight, and they hadn't expected anyone else to get caught up in it.

Even less had they expected Jiang Changkong to fail to dodge.

The students who had scattered around them stopped in their tracks and looked at Xu Changkong with some worry. On many faces, a trace of relief appeared.

They were relieved the sword-light hadn't hit them, relieved they had dodged in advance.

Jiang Changkong tugged open the clothes over his chest. His clothing had been torn.

There wasn't the slightest mark on his chest.

"I'm fine."

He shook his head. He didn't need to go to the infirmary.

He still had to stake this place out.

"You're really fine?"

The two students were still uneasy and hurried over to his side, carefully checking him over.

Once they confirmed he was fine, the two did not relax. Instead, cold sweat seeped out on their foreheads. "S-senior, we really didn't do it on purpose."

They were both at the Mid Star Qi Stage. After taking one sword strike, Jiang Changkong was completely unharmed. How strong did that make him?

This kind of senior was someone they couldn't afford to provoke.

"Watch out in the future."

Jiang Changkong shook his head and said, "Go on, get back to what you were doing."

"Thank you, senior, thank you, senior."

The two bowed again and again. "We'll definitely be careful in the future. Let us treat you to a meal this time, senior, as compensation."

"No need," Jiang Changkong refused.

"Senior, it's you."

A young man walked out and said excitedly, "I saw you at Senior Ji Ziling's place. Last time, I was injured after failing the Mock College Entrance Exam and went there for treatment."

"I'm not your senior."

Jiang Changkong said helplessly. I haven't even joined the Martial Arts School yet. Even if I do, I'll only be your junior.

"You're close with Senior Ji Ziling and Senior Zhou Wen, so that still makes you my senior."

The young man was rather overly familiar, plopping himself down beside Jiang Changkong. "Senior, are you here to take part in the Mock College Entrance Exam too?"

"I'm just here to take a look. I haven't taken the mock in a year," Jiang Changkong said.

"Haven't taken the mock in a year?"

The students around them froze at the same time, their gazes burning as they looked at him. "Senior, want to team up?"

"??"

Jiang Changkong was a little dumbfounded. What's going on?