You're in My Way!

"Fuck! Lin Mo, what the hell are you doing?"

Seeing who it was, Wang Shouquan immediately grew displeased.

Lin Mo, the good kid in everyone else's eyes.

For all three years of high school, he'd spent every moment diligently studying martial arts theory and training hard, extremely industrious.

Though his talent was lacking, he was very well-liked in the eyes of many teachers.

With the teachers shielding him, Wang Shouquan couldn't do anything to him at school either.

But that was before.

A few days ago, during the Martial Arts Training Class assessment, everyone had their Blood Qi Value tested.

Lin Mo had clearly failed, and even with the college entrance exam three months away, it would be hard for him to meet the standard to get into Martial University.

If he couldn't get into Martial University, his future prospects were basically done for.

He simply didn't belong in the same world as people like them.

"What the hell? You're in my seat."

Lin Mo stepped past Wang Shouquan and sat down next to Lin Ya'er.

At this, Lin Ya'er glanced at Lin Mo and gave a slight nod, a gesture of thanks to him.

But that was all; the next moment, she returned to her usual coldness.

As for Lin Mo, he didn't think much of it at all.

He wasn't doing it for Lin Ya'er; it was purely that some idiot had taken his seat.

And this wasn't the first time—it happened almost every day.

Right now, Lin Mo was only thinking about heading to the Martial Artist Building to get his Martial Artist Certification after the class assignments were done.

This scene made Wang Shouquan gnash his teeth in fury.

The fact that Lin Mo was Lin Ya'er's deskmate was one of the key reasons Wang Shouquan kept picking fights with Lin Mo.

There had never been any goodwill between the two.

"Tch, Lin Mo, you still can't see reality? A guy with no hope of getting into Martial University—you think the teachers can keep shielding you forever? I don't even know what you're so cocky about."

"Yeah, your Blood Qi Value is only 65 cal. Can you reach 70 in three months? Brother Wang is already at 88 cal."

"Hard to say. Maybe he scrapes together some cash to buy a few bottles of Supreme Vitality Potion and breaks through to 70?"

"Pfft, I'd believe that from someone else, but Lin Mo, that broke loser? Can he afford it?"

"..."

In an instant, led by Wang Shouquan, his few lackeys all started mocking Lin Mo.

Lin Mo swept his gaze over them, ignored them completely, and pulled out his phone to scroll through it.

"Oh, checking the Martial Artist Certification process. Lin Mo, aren't you aiming a bit too high?"

"Don't say that. A man's gotta have dreams. No harm in thinking about it."

"Yeah, you're right. That's all he can do—think about it."

"Hahaha!"

In their minds, it was unlikely Lin Mo would even get into Martial University this time.

Martial Artist Certification? A pipe dream!

Never mind Lin Mo—even Wang Shouquan and Lin Ya'er, the class's acknowledged top student, would need some time to complete their Martial Artist Certification.

"What's all this noise about? Class is starting!"

At that moment, homeroom teacher Li Mei walked in.

Seeing Wang Shouquan and the others gathered around Lin Mo, berating him, she furrowed her brows and gave a light scold.

"Kid, you got lucky. I'll see how long you can keep acting cocky. Once three months are up and everything's settled, we'll settle the score slowly."

Wang Shouquan sneered under his breath, tossed out those words, then turned and walked to his seat.

Lin Mo shot Wang Shouquan a look like he was an idiot and let out a cold laugh.

Three months? Too long.

After school today, once he got his Martial Artist Certification, he could start settling accounts.

The reason he wasn't making a move now wasn't that Lin Mo was lucky—it was that Wang Shouquan was lucky, protected by the school's rules.

If Lin Mo acted now and got a demerit, it wouldn't do him any good.

But once he succeeded in the Martial Artist Certification... everything would be easy.

Martial artists had plenty of privileges and an extraordinary status.

Especially when a certified martial artist was insulted by a non-martial artist—even if they beat the other to death, it was the other's own fault!

"The test results from a few days ago have all been tallied. Two students from our class can enter the Martial Arts Training Class: Lin Ya'er and Wang Shouquan. Let's congratulate them together."

"Clap, clap, clap~"

As Li Mei's voice fell, applause rang out through the classroom.

"Lin Ya'er, congratulations, you truly deserve it!"

"Brother Wang, awesome!"

"..."

Voices of congratulations rose one after another.

Being selected for the Martial Arts Training Class meant a spot at an excellent Martial University was practically guaranteed.

Some might even break through to the Martial Artist threshold before graduation.

That would open the door to one of the top four Martial Universities in China.

Earlier, the principal had announced at the school assembly.

The instructors leading the Martial Arts Training Class were all experts brought in from the military.

Every single one of them had reached the realm of Fifth-grade Martial Artist.

People like that were comparable in strength to the City Lord.

Under their guidance, progress would surely be twice the result with half the effort, cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds.

"Alright! Quiet down! Those who weren't selected, don't be discouraged either. There's still less than three months left. Work hard, and you might still catch up to the Martial Arts Training Class."

Hearing this, the students only offered perfunctory agreement.

Catch up to the training class? Was that possible?

They were already starting late; catching up was no easy feat.

Still, they wouldn't give up.

The college entrance exam was the most important turning point in everyone's life.

Whether you became a dragon or a worm depended on which track you could get into.

Li Mei went over a few more matters before announcing the end of class.

Coming to school today was mainly for class assignments and notifying everyone of the exam schedule.

For the remaining less than three months, students could choose to study at school or at home—it was entirely voluntary.

Everything the teachers could teach had already been taught.

From now on, it was up to them.

As soon as Li Mei dismissed them, Lin Mo slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed out of the classroom.

"Lin Mo, wait a moment!"

But the next second, he was called back by his homeroom teacher, Li Mei.

"Teacher Li, something wrong?" Lin Mo looked at her with confusion.

"Lin Mo, I applied to the principal for a spot as an auditor in the Martial Arts Training Class. Would you like to..."

"No need, Teacher. Thank you for your kindness, but I have my own plans."

Li Mei's words did surprise Lin Mo.

Even just an auditor spot wasn't easy to come by.

He hadn't expected his homeroom teacher to treat him so well.

But now that he had the system, joining a Martial Arts Training Class like this was pointless.

His Blood Qi Value and Combat Power Value had already met the standards.

What he needed was real combat.

The college entrance exam didn't just test Blood Qi and Combat Power; it also assessed field combat against monsters.

Living all the time in the safe Base City, the only combat he could experience was sparring among peers of the same grade.

When it came to actually facing alien beasts, it wouldn't be such child's play.

So, what he needed now was to obtain his Martial Artist Certification immediately.

With that certification, he could leave the city, fight in the wild for real, and accumulate practical combat experience.

"Huh?"

But hearing Lin Mo's words, Li Mei was a bit dumbfounded.

Such a great opportunity, and Lin Mo was giving it up?

"Lin Mo, the experience and training methods of those Fifth-grade instructors are definitely better than our school's teachers. They might even help you skyrocket your Blood Qi Value in the next three months. I think you should at least listen."

"Really, no need. Thank you, but I'm confident I'll do well on the college entrance exam."

Lin Mo gave a wry smile and declined again.

"You..."

Li Mei was a bit angry at this moment, feeling that Lin Mo was giving up on himself.

Just as she was about to say something more, Lin Mo took the lead in greeting her and ran off; within moments, even his back was out of sight.

"That brat, sigh!"