Longcheng No. 1 Middle School.

The third mock exam commendation meeting is in progress.

The half-bald principal, with his glasses on the tip of his nose, is reading out the list of commendations.

"...Next, please invite Fang Ke, who ranks first in liberal arts in the city in this joint examination, to come on stage to receive the award."

Fang Ke is smiling.

Before the principal read out his name, he was already standing on the podium.

Apart from him, there can be no one else who ranks first in liberal arts.

This is the confidence of Longcheng’s first Chinese champion!

There was loud applause below.

He is tall enough, but not very strong. He has a fair face and clear eyes. He looks like a good student with a bookish air.

Many female voices looked up at him, acting like nymphos.

"Wow, so handsome!"

"Fang Ke, the male god!"

"The number one scholar in Chinese! The handsome young man!" a girl shouted in a high voice.

Many girls yelled along.

"Marshal Wen Zhuang!"

"The handsome young man loves me!"

……

Fang Ke smiled with satisfaction, took a photo with the principal with a bonus of two thousand yuan in his hand, and then stepped down.

After taking a seat.

He took out two pieces from the bonus and handed them to the girl next to him.

"Zhang Yu, that's a good shout. I'll see you next time."

The girl Zhang Yuan took the money with a slightly red face and spat.

"You give yourself nicknames, you are so narcissistic."

Fang Ke didn't blush at all: "I just reminded them what they should call people like me."

Over there for the martial arts candidates.

Many people sneered.

"What kind of young man with a beautiful face, he only cares about birds?"

"Repaying the number one scholar, is it your own title? In order to be as famous as Brother Yu's number one scholar in martial arts?"

"Ha...just a liberal arts student..."

"Only martial arts can save the human race!"

The voice is rustling.

On stage.

The principal announced in a voice that was two degrees higher than before.

"Next."

"Let us welcome you with a warm round of applause."

"The 10th place in martial arts and the 98th place in the city's martial arts department. Student Han Peng came to the stage to receive the award!"

A tall man of 1.9 meters tall, with a square head and big ears, piercing eyes, and muscles all over his body, holding up his black T-shirt.

He grinned while walking onto the podium.

There was applause below.

For example, Fang Ke, who ranked first in liberal arts, received three points of warmer applause...

He received the award.

The principal's voice rose again.

"Next, let's invite the ninth in martial arts..."

……

"Finally."

"Let us give you a grand welcome!"

"The first place in martial arts in this mock exam, the number one scholar in Longcheng Wushu, Song Chengyu came to the stage to receive the award!"

As Song Chengyu stood up and walked to the stage.

The applause below suddenly boiled.

There were bursts of shouts, whistles, and shouts, almost overturning the roof.

The level of enthusiasm is no less than that of Fang Ke’s previous life, when fans on earth picked him up.

"Hey."

Zhang Ruo applauded and bumped Fang Ke with his arm.

"Look at the genuine Wu Zhuangyuan, how popular it is."

Fang Ke glared at her: "Don't lend me homework in the future."

"No, no, no, no, big brother, Wen Zhuangyuan! Wen Quxing! The handsome young man!" Zhang Yu repeatedly begged for mercy.

Fang Ke didn't look at her.

He raised his head and looked at the steps three meters away in front of him.

Song Chengyu, the champion of martial arts, is tall and strong, with bright eyes. Standing there, he has a powerful aura, which is vaguely suppressing in everyone's hearts.

"Warrior!"

Fang Ke murmured to himself, with complicated eyes, his clapping hands became harder and harder, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged...

Song Chengyu shook hands with the principal and took the bonus from the principal, with a natural and calm gesture.

His bonus is 50,000 yuan.

Twenty-five times that of Fang Ke, the number one in liberal arts!

And even Han Peng, who ranked tenth in martial arts, received a bonus of 20,000 yuan, ten times that of Fang Ke!

The difference in civil and military status is evident from this.

After receiving the award.

Song Chengyu spoke again as a student representative.

"..."

"Seventy years ago, spiritual energy came, the world barrier opened, and the war of all races began."

"But it was not until twenty years ago that our human race officially entered the battlefield of all races!"

"This is when I realized that the catastrophe of human extinction is approaching!"

"The battlefield of all races, a hundred years of war!"

"A hundred years from now, the world barrier will disappear for the three thousand races at the bottom of the Ten Thousand Races List, and the entire race will be exposed to the dark universe and be swallowed up by other races!"

"We were fifty years too late for this war!"

"For twenty years, under the bloody battles between the two ministers of the Ministry of Martial Arts, the Ministry of Education, and many masters of the human race."

"Current ranking of human race: 9308th!"

"Thirty years left."

"This is our last chance as a human race!"

"..."

"The points for racial rankings are 30% based on the strong elders, 30% based on racial battles, 30% based on young geniuses, and 10% based on racial fighting spirit!"

"In the past thirty years, the first ten years, we were young geniuses!"

"Determine three-thirds of the future of the human race!"

"In the next twenty years, we will fight bloody battles for the human race!"

"Determine the human race's three-point record again!"

"The strong men of the older generation are still fighting bloody battles."

"Classmates! Seniors, we are waiting for our support!"
To be continued...