Gao Wu: I grow stronger with each death.

Chapter 16 Mock Joint Examination

After Wang Sheng returned to his seat.

The four large characters "Mock Joint Examination" written by Lao Qin had already caused the students in the class to whisper among themselves.

Wang Sheng didn't notice any of this; he was busy quietly taking out five thousand yuan from his bag and handing it to his deskmate, Liu Yingwan.

"Thanks, your money was a great help."

After Liu Yingwan took the money, her eyes suddenly narrowed, and she glared at Wang Sheng:

"The scent of your shower gel and shampoo has changed. The gilded box—that's a high-end brand, and it's what mature women love to use… Mr. Wang, is your money from a clean source?"

As she spoke, Liu Yingwan's originally harmless almond-shaped eyes suddenly became as sharp as a fox's.

"Of course I'll do it..."

Wang Sheng's expression changed as he said this.

Clean? Clean my foot!

This is illicit money earned from killing someone; its source is completely unknown, which is why he hasn't dared to tell his parents how much he actually earned.

"Uh, don't worry about that, I've already paid you back."

Wang Sheng waved his hand and muttered.

After saying that, Liu Yingwan's expression changed, as if she had thought of something bad.

Within seconds, her chest began to heave.

"You, you shameless bastard! If I had known you were going to sell yourself for money, if I had known you'd been forced into this situation, I would have... I would have..."

As she spoke, her eyes began to redden, and tears welled up and fell for no apparent reason.

She knew that Wang Sheng came from a poor family and that his future would likely be filled with hardship and difficulties.

How could he do such a thing just to make money? How could he be so careless with himself? How could he...?

"Whoever wants your dirty money, you can have it!"

Liu Yingwan said in a low voice, and threw the five thousand yuan in her hand to Wang Sheng again.

"Huh? Selling yourself? Dirty money?"

Wang Sheng realized that Liu Yingwan had misunderstood and was about to explain.

At this moment, Yang Xin, who had been sitting bored in the back row, seemed to have seen something interesting and exciting, and shouted:

"Reporting to Lao Qin, Wang Sheng made Liu Yingwan cry!"

This shout immediately drew the students' attention.

Damn Yang Xin!

In his panic, Wang Sheng disregarded everything else and forcefully turned Liu Yingwan's drooping face back towards him:

"It's not what you think. I told you you should read less novels. What kind of nonsense is going on in your head? Don't cry, don't cry, I'll explain later..."

At this moment, not only his classmates but also Lao Qin noticed this action.

Old Qin's eyes were filled with complex emotions, but he didn't know what to say. Some things shouldn't be discussed openly, so he simply said coldly:

"Wang Sheng, come to my office after school at noon."

After a while.

This little incident has been temporarily put behind us.

Liu Yingwan refused to accept the five thousand "stolen money" from Wang Sheng and turned her head away in a huff.

Wang Sheng sighed and sat down in his seat, feeling depressed.

In order not to affect the progress of the matters to be explained today, Lao Qin did not pursue the matter of Wang Sheng for the time being.

The important thing is the exam in a month.

"This mock exam is the largest and most realistic mock exam in Qingjiang City's history. It was jointly organized by nearly a thousand middle schools in the city, with questions personally set by several martial arts education experts, combining past exam questions with..."

Old Qin solemnly recounted the importance of this mock exam.

On the one hand, this exam can largely reflect the students' true level.

After all, martial arts and academic courses are different. If you can perform normally in the exam, that's already a good result, given your level of preparation one or two months before the exam.

Therefore, mock exam results can almost predict where students will go in the future. Some students with poor grades will give up the high school entrance exam after the mock exam results are released and seek other paths.

On the other hand, this mock exam, which is touted as a joint effort by a thousand schools, is also a competition among schools to determine who ranks higher.

After all, middle school entrance exam scores and rankings are not transparent.

Schools want to compete for top students, so they have no choice but to use this kind of underhanded competition. Therefore, the importance of this mock exam goes without saying.

"Therefore, in order to encourage everyone to actively participate in the mock exams, the school has also prepared scholarships, which are available to students with excellent grades and significant improvement."

Upon hearing this, the entire class became excited.

Even Wang Sheng was starting to get excited.

Although the income is certainly not as good as boxing, the money comes from a legitimate source, so it's much safer to spend it.

The mock joint exam... we really need to take it seriously.

"Alright, everyone quiet down! Let's get down to business."

Old Qin's face became more serious:

"The field of supernatural abilities has only been developed in recent decades, starting with pilot programs in advanced cities like the capital and gradually spreading to other regions. Its history is short and there is no good way to standardize and improve it."

Old Qin paused here, then looked at everyone:

"So, does anyone know what to do in this situation to maximize the chances of getting good grades in the exam using superpowers?"

Upon hearing this, the students looked at each other, but none of them could provide an answer.

They only knew that each high school would allocate extra points based on the effects, characteristics, and potential of the superpowers, but they seemed to have no answer as to how to better improve their grades.

Old Qin continued:

"The answer is to practice real combat, spending two to three times more time than ordinary martial arts students on real combat training!"

"Since the practical combat score accounts for 50% of the martial arts exam, it is better to focus on comprehensive practical combat rather than trying to increase your health points in a short period of time."

"Of course, I know you have plenty of experience in your daily sparring, but you are very different now."

Soon, some students suddenly realized:

"I understand! Because everyone's abilities are diverse and cannot be precisely trained, but as long as everyone has more practical experience and hones their skills, and relies on their own understanding to develop the application of their abilities in actual combat as much as possible, their combat performance can be greatly improved!"

Old Qin nodded:

"That's right. On the surface, superpowers seem to have no flexibility when they are not used, but even a single way of using them can have a variety of effects in battle. I will explain this in more detail after the practical lesson. I will provide directional guidance based on each of your superpowers, and you will need to figure out the rest yourself."

After I finished explaining all that, the students were all eager and impatient to get started.

According to this logic, wouldn't it mean there are no bad superpowers, only bad students?

With everyone feeling a competitive spirit, they quickly headed to the training ground's combat zone.

Wang Sheng, however, had little interest in this kind of playful, simulated combat training.

Having experienced the underground boxing ring, the practical training at school was really not enough.

Even if it's for developing superpowers, on-campus combat is clearly not a good approach for him.

As the students gradually headed to the playground...

Wang Sheng and Liu Yingwan walked at the back of the group. He was oblivious to his surroundings, only reaching out to tickle the soft flesh around Liu Yingwan's waist.

"Don't be upset, it's not what you think. I'm still a clean-cut young man, 100% brand new, no one has ever used me."

Liu Yingwan had calmed down considerably by now, and turned to look at him:

"real?"

"Of course it's true, I'd be a complete idiot to lie to you."