Chapter Twelve: Applying for the Special Admission Fast Track

At this moment, Yang Feng, bare-chested, wore an expressionless face, though turmoil churned within him. Damn it, he knew this shirt wouldn’t hold!

“No way, no way, is Yang Feng really this strong? Hasn’t he always been a weakling?”

“Wow, that’s unbelievable. To withstand the full force of attacks from both Yang Qixin and Chen Fulin, how high must one’s vitality be?”

“Wow, wow, wow, did you see that, sisters? The most important thing is, how can his physique be so perfect!”

“I just want to touch it!”

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“Alright, everyone, quiet down!” Shi Qizheng interrupted the girls’ squeals and the boys’ stunned chatter with a stern face.

The entire scene fell silent as if paused; no one dared to speak.

Shi Qizheng’s face darkened as he said, “The three of you, come with me.”

Soon, the four of them arrived at a secluded corner of the square.

Shi Qizheng turned back and looked coldly at Chen Fulin. “I don’t know what grudges you hold against Yang Qixin, but if you intend to ruin the future of a classmate, I absolutely will not allow it!

So, consider yourself lucky that Yang Feng was here this time. Otherwise, if Yang Qixin were to miss the college entrance exam because of you, I guarantee you won’t be taking it either!”

Chen Fulin, who had been silent until now, suddenly turned pale.

Shi Qizheng paid him no mind.

“As for you,” he said, addressing another, “you’re nothing but a fool with no brain, never thinking about the consequences when fighting, leaving no room for error. If you don’t change this, you’ll be the first to die on the battlefield.

Alright, I don’t want to deal with your petty troubles anymore. I’ll report your behavior to your homeroom teacher, and they can handle it. You two may leave now.”

Chen Fulin and Yang Qixin left with sour expressions.

After their departure, Shi Qizheng’s expression relaxed.

He had developed a good impression of the student before him. If Chen Fulin had seriously injured Yang Qixin, as the teacher for this class, Shi Qizheng would have to bear some responsibility. Moreover, he would feel guilty for his carelessness causing a student to miss the college entrance exam.

“Your name is Yang Feng?”

“Yes, teacher,” Yang Feng replied calmly.

“Hm, luckily you were here this time. Otherwise, Yang Qixin probably wouldn’t have been able to attend the exam. By the way, to casually withstand the attacks of two others, what’s your vitality level?”

Yang Feng hesitated a moment, then said, “Around 1.8.”

“1.8?” Shi Qizheng’s eyelids twitched sharply, and he repeated the number with disbelief and surprise.

He had thought the student’s vitality wouldn’t exceed 1.3, but this far surpassed his estimates!

A senior student with a vitality level of 1.8—even in a provincial capital city—would be a rare genius. At Song City No. 1 High School, it was the first time in two years he had seen such a thing.

Yang Feng sensed the complexity of Shi Qizheng’s emotions but didn’t dwell on it; his strength would be revealed sooner or later, so it didn’t matter if part of it was exposed now.

“I remember you rarely participated in practical combat classes before because of health reasons, but judging by your vitality now, you seem quite healthy.”

“Teacher, my health was indeed very weak before, but recently it suddenly improved, and my vitality has been rising rapidly. I guess I awakened some kind of special constitution.”

Shi Qizheng nodded.

The Federation’s martial arts had developed for many years, and each year, some unique, previously unknown constitutions emerged. This was not uncommon in the Federation’s history.

Thus, Shi Qizheng was not particularly surprised. His main goal was simply to confirm that Yang Feng’s strength was genuine.

Discovering such a genius was a boon for the school; they would surely reward him and forge a good relationship. It was beneficial for all parties.

Moreover, such high vitality reminded him that the principal had asked him that very morning if he had discovered any promising talents or candidates for special admissions.

At the time, he joked that if such a student existed, it wouldn’t wait for him to find them. Yet, here one was that very afternoon.

Thinking of this, Shi Qizheng said directly, “You know what your vitality means. I won’t beat around the bush. Our school has special admissions quotas outside the regular college entrance exam, but since those students are usually very strong, past candidates from our school haven’t achieved outstanding results.

However, I see hope in you. How about applying for it?”

Special admissions are an independent assessment outside the college entrance exam. If you perform well, you can be directly admitted to the Federation’s best universities. Even without stellar results, your strong foundation can secure admission to a top university.

It’s akin to the various competitions that lead to admission to prestigious schools like Tsinghua or Peking University in the previous world.

Yang Feng had only heard of special admissions before and never imagined he’d have the chance to participate. For ordinary people, being admitted this way practically guarantees enrollment in a top university.

Faced with such an option, Yang Feng was momentarily dazed. A week ago, he hadn’t even dreamed of attending a martial arts university—just having enough to eat was considered fortunate.

Even his family’s expectations were simply for him to stay healthy.

Now, at worst, he could get into a first-tier university.

Seeing Yang Feng remain silent, Shi Qizheng encouraged him, “I personally believe special admissions are no worse than the college entrance exam. If you perform exceptionally, it might even give you an advantage over the regular exam…”

“Alright, teacher, I’ll participate!” Yang Feng cut him off before he finished, deciding immediately.

If there’s a chance, he must take it!

Besides, he had no reason to refuse.

“That’s good. I’ll handle the process. Also, our school offers a 30,000-yuan subsidy to students representing us in special admissions. Once approved, the money will be transferred to you immediately. Just so you know.”

No sooner had Shi Qizheng finished speaking than he was shocked to realize Yang Feng had already grabbed his hand.

Before he could process this, he felt the youth’s burning gaze.

“Teacher Shi, please let me participate in the special admissions. I will definitely achieve good results!”

Upon hearing about the 30,000 yuan, Yang Feng’s body reacted instinctively—he was simply too poor.

“Don’t worry, I guarantee this spot is yours. Now let go!” Shi Qizheng finally said, after a long moment of shock.

Yang Feng realized his own outburst and awkwardly released the teacher’s hand.

Shi Qizheng’s mouth felt dry. Given Yang Feng’s speed just now, he could tell the boy was already a martial artist. Originally, a vitality level of 1.8 was already the limit, yet this student continued to surprise him.

For a moment, he almost couldn’t control his expression. Standing before him was Yang Feng, not yet eighteen, with the college entrance exam a month away, and already a martial artist.

Such a student at Song City No. 1 High School was an honor for him and the school.

This was a genius martial artist!

Clearing his throat to hide his excitement, Shi Qizheng said, “You should go back to class for now. I’ll notify you as soon as the procedures are complete.”

He needed time to compose himself. Facing such a prodigious youth, he wasn’t prepared for what to say.

“Alright, teacher. Thank you!” Yang Feng replied, leaving without looking back, afraid the teacher might change his mind.

After watching Yang Feng’s retreating figure, Shi Qizheng’s lips twitched uncontrollably before he finally burst into laughter.

“Yang Feng, you’ve given me such an incredible surprise!”

“No, I can’t keep this joy to myself. I must tell the principal and secure the special admissions spot first!”

With that, Shi Qizheng hurried toward the principal’s office...