Why was he here?
Tang Fugui also saw Jiang Qifeng. Normally, he would certainly have greeted him, but after that incident, he acted as though he had not seen Jiang Qifeng, parked to one side, and headed toward the school gates.
"Tang Fugui, what are you doing here?" Jiang Qifeng called out to stop Tang Fugui.
Before Tang Fugui could answer, Jiang Qifeng continued, "Did Jiang Fan cause trouble at school? Did a teacher call you in?"
Jiang Qifeng turned around and said indignantly, "My Xiao Fan hasn't done anything wrong! He's now a candidate for the special training class. I'm here to sign the paperwork."
Hearing this, Jiang Qifeng froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"Tang Fugui, have you gotten addicted to acting? Jiang Fan is a candidate for the special training class? Hahaha-did everyone hear that? Jiang Fan's blood vitality was only 19 N in this semester's test, and he's actually saying Jiang Fan became a candidate?"
The Jiang Family's expulsion of Jiang Fan had set all of Ancheng abuzz. There was no reason the parents at the gates would not know about it, and naturally, they also knew about Jiang Fan, that piece of trash with only 19 N of blood vitality. Almost all of them wore mocking smiles. Some of the ill-mannered ones even pointed at Tang Fugui, their remarks as nasty as could be.
"I can't be bothered to explain! Whether Xiao Fan is an early-stage martial apprentice or not, you'll find out soon enough!"
Holding back his anger, Tang Fugui walked into the school.
"Let's head inside too," Jiang Qifeng said to the parents beside him. He wanted to follow Tang Fugui and wait to watch him make a fool of himself.
Meanwhile, the principal entered the teachers' office.
"A total of nineteen students have qualified to register for the special training class this time. I'll read out their names. Those of you whose students are called should go to the lecture hall and discuss the arrangements for joining the special training class with their parents."
Hearing this, the teachers exchanged puzzled looks.
Weren't there supposed to be only eighteen students? Why was there suddenly one more? Had a student in some class suddenly broken through to become an early-stage martial apprentice?
Which teacher had gotten so lucky?
While everyone was speculating, Qi Huai excitedly straightened his collar and bragged to Lu Yi beside him, "It has to be our Hu Jie. He already had 75 N in the previous test. Who would've thought he'd gain another 5 N in such a short time? Looks like we have another promising martial arts seedling! Hahaha-this means I haven't just completed my five-year quota, I've exceeded it by two in one go.
"Lu Yi, aren't you envious? Compared with me, you only have that Wei Qi in your class with a solid chance of getting into a martial arts university. You're still two short of your quota. Why don't you beg me? I'll let Hu Jie transfer to your class."
Lu Yi could tell Qi Huai was deliberately taking veiled jabs at him. He snorted and asked, "Would you really be willing to transfer Hu Jie to my class?"
"Hehehe-how could I? Even if you begged me, there's no way I'd transfer Hu Jie to your class! He's a promising martial arts seedling. Once he gets into a martial arts school, I won't just get a generous bonus. I might even be promoted to head of year."
At this point, Qi Huai changed tack. "Although I can't lend you Hu Jie, that doesn't stop you from begging me. If I become head of year, I can help you out then. At least I can let you stay at the school."
Lu Yi could not be bothered to entertain Qi Huai any further.
Just then, the principal began reading the list.
"Class One, Lan Shengxue, martial artist."
At those words, Class One's homeroom teacher looked positively bursting with pride, his face blooming with smiles.
The other homeroom teachers were so sour with envy that they had all turned into lemons on a lemon tree, with you and me beneath the lemon tree.
Class One's homeroom teacher had really stumbled into dog-shit luck! No, dragon-shit luck! He had landed such a peerless genius!
Qi Huai felt the same way. Although he had already fulfilled his assessment quota, those students had only just reached the threshold for martial arts schools, and all of them were third-rate schools-not even one was second-rate.
Lan Shengxue from Class One, however, was different. She had already become a martial artist before even taking the martial arts college entrance examination. Needless to say, she was one hundred percent certain to enter an elite martial arts university.
As her homeroom teacher, having a student like that was not only the pride of his lifetime; it also gave him boundless prospects!
He really was so envious! He wanted a student like that too.
Still, no matter what, he was a hundred times better off than Lu Yi.
With that thought, Qi Huai felt much more balanced.
The principal continued reading the names. "Class Two, Li Ming, early-stage martial apprentice. Class Three, Mu Feng, late-stage martial apprentice."
The mention of Mu Feng brought another stir to the office.
"Mu Feng's blood vitality was something like 151 N in the last test. Although he's still some distance from becoming a martial artist, there is a certain chance he could break through before the college entrance examination."
Of course, the chance was very small.
"Yes. Even if he doesn't break through, he still has a chance of getting into one of the five elite martial arts schools. Class Three's homeroom teacher has found a treasure too."
The principal said, "Class Four, Jiang Youtian, middle-stage martial apprentice."
"Congratulations!" A teacher congratulated Class Four's homeroom teacher.
"Congratulations to us all." Class Four's homeroom teacher was also very pleased.
The principal said, "...Class Seven, Tong Shuyao, early-stage martial apprentice."
Hearing this, Qi Huai stood and cupped his hands toward everyone.
"Congratulations to all of us!"
After speaking, Qi Huai did not sit down. He was waiting for the principal to read Hu Jie's name next.
However-
The principal said, "Class Eight..."
Huh?
Qi Huai froze. Why had he skipped ahead? He hadn't read Hu Jie's name yet!
The next second, his eyes suddenly widened as he looked at Lu Yi.
The other teachers caught on and turned to look at Lu Yi as well.
There were only eight classes in this senior-year cohort. Class Seven had only Tong Shuyao, and only seventeen names had been called so far. Apart from Wei Qi in Class Eight, there was still one student left, who must also be in Class Eight.
They did not remember any student in Class Eight whose blood vitality could reach the standard for an early-stage martial apprentice.
Had a dark horse suddenly emerged from Class Eight?
Lu Yi was equally baffled. As Class Eight's homeroom teacher, he naturally knew every student's blood vitality.
The last blood vitality test had been only a month ago. Apart from Wei Qi, the highest student's blood vitality had been just 68 N. Had it risen to 80 N in just one month?
That was simply impossible, wasn't it?
Or had that student who tested at 68 N deliberately hidden his strength during the last test, holding back instead of giving his all, with the aim of surprising everyone during this registration and making a name for himself?
Lu Yi felt there was no other possibility apart from that guess.
At this thought, he could not help shaking his head, an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry crossing his face.
That student was named Lin Chengyi, their class's study representative. He was usually quite an honest fellow. Who would have thought he was someone who liked playing the pig to eat the tiger?