"I told you, three of this year's five [Five Good Student] slots are already more or less settled: one for Central Glory, one for Southern Glory, and one for Eastern Glory. Western Glory happens to have no particularly outstanding candidates, so they'll probably use this championship to push someone into the spotlight."
"Huh? Someone at our school already has a [Five Good Student] slot reserved? Didn't you say even Duan Chongfang might not make the cut? There's someone even stronger?"
"Duan Chongfang was indeed our most outstanding student before you came along. His strength gave him a chance of being named a [Five Good Student] as a third-year. If he doesn't get it this year, he'll definitely make the [Five Good Student] list next year, in his fourth year. But Duan Chongfang being strong doesn't mean all of Southern Glory's fourth-years are useless, understand? Meng Yu, the top-ranked fourth-year, has basically locked down this year's [Five Good Student] slot."
Qin Siyang nodded. "So that's how it is. All right, got it. Let me know when the championship starts, and I'll go with you."
"Hold on a moment."
"What else is there?"
"Under the Ministry of Education's requirements, each school's championship roster must be chosen by the student with the highest points among the first- through third-years. Excluding the fourth-years, Duan Chongfang has the most points at our school. So whether you can go depends on what he says."
Qin Siyang scratched his cheek. "He's my senior at Southern Glory, and my substitute combat instructor. Surely he wouldn't block me..."
Ring, ring, ring-
Before he could finish, Qin Siyang's phone rang.
It was Hu Chan.
"Hello, Holy Son Hu. What's up?"
"President Qin, did you tell Duan Chongfang you didn't want to take part in the First Intercollegiate Sequence Championship?"
"Huh?