True to his word, Wei Yuan took Yi Tian straight to Qingshan No. 3 High School.
Since they were looking for talent, this year's graduating students were naturally their first choice.
Yi Tian readily agreed. Since No. 2 High School had no other suitable candidates, they might as well look at other schools.
Qingshan No. 3 High School.
Not long after receiving Wei Yuan's call, the school had already hung a banner reading, "Welcome to our regional director, here to offer guidance!"
As director of the East China Region, Wei Yuan oversaw all affairs in its twelve major cities. His personal visit to a high school was a monumental event for the school.
The principal and other school administrators of No. 3 Middle School stood at the gates to welcome him.
When they saw that Wei Yuan had brought no secretary, only a young man walking almost shoulder to shoulder with him, everyone was astonished.
Who was Wei Yuan? One of Great Xia's five regional directors, and one of the world's most elite class holders!
Yet this young man was walking right alongside Wei Yuan? Just what kind of status did he have?
"Welcome! Welcome to our school, Director! It's been so long since your last visit!"
"And this young gentleman is...?"
The principal of No. 3 Middle School exchanged a few enthusiastic greetings, then turned his curious gaze toward Yi Tian.
Looking rather expectant himself, Wei Yuan lightly patted Yi Tian's shoulder and gave him a new identity:
"Haha, he's my newly appointed special admissions officer!"
"Special admissions!?"
"Any talent he selects will receive priority training from the Ministry of Education. You have my word!"
That was fair enough. Yi Tian was looking exclusively for people with golden potential, whose classes would be legendary at a minimum. They were certainly worth prioritizing.
At those words, the principal and the other administrators of No. 3 Middle School looked at Yi Tian with suddenly eager eyes!
This young man could decide special admissions to the Ministry of Education with a single word. His authority and capabilities were staggering!
After all, every specially admitted student was a precious achievement for the school!
The next moment, the principal and the others from No. 3 Middle School eagerly stepped forward to shake Yi Tian's hand:
"Welcome, sir! Welcome!"
"I've already gathered this year's outstanding students in the conference room. If you need anything else, just say the word!"
Yi Tian's lips twitched. Faced with their enthusiasm, he could only shake their hands one by one...
A dozen or so minutes later.
Wei Yuan and Yi Tian finally reached No. 3 Middle School's conference room.
Twelve outstanding students specially selected by the principal of No. 3 Middle School had been waiting there for quite some time.
Yi Tian swept his gaze over them, checking their profiles one by one. He had to admit that these selected students generally had much stronger potential.
Most had blue potential, and two had purple potential.
Unfortunately, with funds currently scarce, Yi Tian needed golden-potential talents who could reliably earn honor back for him.
Besides, the attributes and skills granted by legendary classes were far stronger than those of epic classes.
"No suitable candidates this time?"
Wei Yuan sent the students out before asking.
The standards for potential ratings were still very high. Some students who ranked first in multiple school combat simulations still failed to reach gold.
Yi Tian shook his head. "Two of them are pretty good, but they're still a little short of what I'm looking for."
"Then let's go look at some others."
Just as the two left the conference room.
They suddenly heard a commotion coming from the nearby academic affairs office.
"Director, this is my application for permanent employment..."
"How many times do I have to tell you? You're not capable enough!"
"Just stick to being a trainee teaching assistant for combat classes. Stop getting these ridiculous ideas!"
"Director, but I've been a trainee for almost three years..."
"Enough. Get out!"
As the voices of a man and a woman fell silent, the office door closed, and a handsome young man emerged with an application in hand.
He had short black hair and a vigorous bearing. His skin was rough, but he looked strong, though a trace of helplessness clouded his masculine features.
Having experienced life as an overworked grunt in his previous life, Yi Tian asked curiously, "Three years as a trainee, and they still won't make him permanent?"
Hearing that, Wei Yuan also turned toward the principal of No. 3 Middle School, his gaze displeased:
"I remember him, too. Wan Jiang. Three years ago, he was No. 3 Middle School's top combat prodigy, famous throughout Qingcheng and even Lincheng."
"Unfortunately, he ended up with a Life Class, and you hired him as a combat teaching assistant. What is this? Now you're refusing to make him permanent!?"
"Are you saying a former combat prodigy isn't capable of teaching a combat class?"
The principal of No. 3 Middle School's expression changed drastically under the questioning, and he hurriedly waved his hands:
"No, no, no! Director, you don't understand. His circumstances are a little unusual..."
Before he could finish.
Wan Jiang, whose application had just been rejected, turned and spotted Wei Yuan, the principal, and the others. His eyes suddenly lit up!
He immediately hurried over to Wei Yuan, his expression excited:
"Chief Wei! You're my idol!!"
"My dad used to talk about you all the time. He told me to become someone like you!"
"Could you give me your autograph?!"
Wan Jiang excitedly offered him a pen and a piece of paper.
Wei Yuan smiled warmly. "Of course. Your father used to..."
But the next moment, he caught sight of the folded paper Wan Jiang had handed him and froze.
Then he unfolded it-[Application for Permanent Employment].
Wei Yuan: "?"
"Hehe..."
Wan Jiang scratched his head, his eyes unconsciously drifting away as he gave an awkward smile.
He had tried to trick Wei Yuan into signing his application... unfortunately, he had been caught far too quickly.
Wei Yuan took the pen and paper, his smile giving way to puzzlement:
"Is getting a permanent position here so difficult that you need to resort to tricks like this...?"
Hearing the conversation outside, the head of academic affairs, a middle-aged woman in a plain business suit who had just rejected Wan Jiang's application, hurried out.
She explained somewhat awkwardly, "Sir, it's not that we're making it difficult for him. All our permanent combat teaching positions are already filled..."
"I don't want a permanent teaching slot!"
At that, Wan Jiang spoke to Wei Yuan with determination:
"I just want a chance to go to the battlefield. Even if it's logistics, battlefield support, or combat engineering, I'll do it..."
Now Wei Yuan understood. The school's permanent combat teachers were permitted to provide support on the battlefield, even if they had a Life Class.
Teaching assistants were not.
Wan Jiang declared firmly, "Our nation is in peril, surrounded by enemies. A man should take to the battlefield, kill the enemy, and defend his home and country!"
Wei Yuan was slightly moved. "Even though you have a Life Class and might only be able to handle logistics?"
Wan Jiang's voice gradually sank. "My father went missing during a demonic invasion. I've trained so hard in combat because I want to reach the battlefield. I don't want to lose even the chance to find him!"
Hearing that, the middle-aged head of academic affairs was visibly angry:
"You're just a carpenter! Going to the battlefield would be throwing your life away!"
Yi Tian raised an eyebrow and opened Wan Jiang's profile while the others argued.
[Name: Wan Jiang] [Basic information: Male, 21 years old, from Dingcheng, Great Xia. Class: Carpenter] [Potential: Gold (Pillar of the Nation)] [Life history: Born into a military family, he aspired to serve his country under his father's guidance. Exceptional combat talent, with unmatched spear skills; three years ago, his father went missing, leaving him a ring...] [Investment opportunity: Legendary class-Dragon Martial Spear God (20 points)]
"Oh... looks like I've found my talent!"
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