"Here you are, Young Master! Hey, are you satisfied with all this? I"ve said my name means loyalty, so of course, I"m thorough. Although we are now down and out, we cannot lower our quality of life. We need to keep it refined. Here are 10 sets of laundry I bought for you. They are all the best products of the True Elegant Shop. Oh, there"s more in the tent..." w.a.n.g Zhong stated excitedly.
Lin Beichen had a bad feeling. "Don"t tell me you spent all the 20 silver coins I gave you at one time," he said.
"Of course," said w.a.n.g Zhong. "I will feel sorry, Young Master, if I don"t spend all this money."
Lin Beichen was speechless.
"It is very worthy of me."
"What I give you was the cost of the next month."
"But you spent it all in one day."
"Why are you so extravagant?"
"Eh, Young Master, you don"t look well," said Steward w.a.n.g suspiciously.
"Is it because you didn"t do well in the compet.i.tion today?"
"No..." Lin Beichen replied, through gritted teeth.
"Is that because... the items I bought are not delicate enough?" Steward w.a.n.g asked.
"No, you dog, you... did a good job."
Lin Beichen was about to curse, but suddenly he remembered the image of the previous Lin Beichen. Then he had to give a thumbs-up. In order to maintain the extravagant image of the wastrel, he endured his anger and secretly swore that he would not give the old man too much money in the future.
Strangely, both he and Steward w.a.n.g were homeless like a dog that lost his bone, but how did Steward w.a.n.g manage to get out of school and buy so many things?
He was supposed to be beaten to death on the spot by Lin Beichen"s enemies, who were waiting outside as soon as he went out of the school.
Lin Beichen thought that it was strange.
After a moment, he laughed and said, "Hahahaha. Uncle w.a.n.g, you did a good job, very good. It"s worth it."
Suddenly his name for Steward w.a.n.g changed from "dog" to "Uncle w.a.n.g".
After Lin Beichen changed into the clean, soft, and comfortable robes and ate the most famous cake in the city, he felt his soul had been sublimated.
It was a slap in the face.
"Of course," said w.a.n.g Zhong, laughing, "after all, I know you, Young Master."
It was late at night.
Lin Beichen summoned the phone in the tent.
At the end of the day, there was 62% of electricity left in the phone.
The two apps of the Intermediate Mystery Energy Condensing and the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes were running in the background, while the three apps of Herbology and Potion, history, and the Mystery Mark were all closed.
Other than that, there were no new changes on the phone.
Lin Beichen studied the phone for a moment, and then put it away again.
He consciously reduced the amount of time he spent fiddling with his phone to conserve electricity.
"My Triple Sword Strikes have almost reached the peak of consummation."
"Through today"s test, it shows my Mystery Energy has exceeded level six."
"And today"s cla.s.s combat was not challenging, but it just dispels my fears as a time traveler about combats with cold weapons in the world. With my own experience, I have a good chance of winning tomorrow no matter who my opponent is."
"I must get the first place."
"Otherwise, Wu Xiaofang, that mad dog, will absolutely keep pestering me," Lin Beichen thought over and over again in his head.
As for the temporarily canceled Mystery Energy score, Lin Beichen was not worried about it at all.
Because the cultivation base of Mystery Energy was within warriors" body, and could not practice fraud.
No matter how many times one retested it, the result was the same.
The only thing that worried him was that to this day there were no new clues on the phone. He still had no clue how to use the phone to get back to earth.
He told himself in his heart not to hurry, to take his time.
Before he knew it, he fell asleep.
w.a.n.g Zhong, the old steward, stood dutifully outside the tent.
20 meters away in a tree, Ding Sans.h.i.+, the old teacher, was in the dark. Listening to the sound of profound sleep coming from the tent, he was lost in thought.
These days, the black sheep slept after eating, and he did not discover that he had practiced.
So where did his deep understanding of the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes and his level six Mystery Energy come from?
Was there really such a genius that could turn strong even while lying down?
The next day, the compet.i.tion continued.
Cla.s.s Nine had ended the combat and elected representatives.
But since Cla.s.ses One, Two, Eight and so on, with many talented students who fought fiercely, they took a longer time, and had not yet chosen their final representatives.
Until noon, the representatives of the 10 cla.s.ses of Grade Two were finally decided.
15 representatives were elected from Cla.s.s One, 10 from Cla.s.s Two, 10 from Cla.s.s Eight, and five to eight from the other cla.s.ses each.
This situation was determined by the average level of students in each cla.s.s.
The cla.s.s with the highest average got more representatives.
There were 100 student representatives of the 10 cla.s.ses.
The hundred would take the combat exams in the grade for the highest honor.
After lunch, the final actual compet.i.tion finally kicked off with great expectations and attention.
100 student representatives were thrown out of order and redrawn.
The numbers in the draw determined the opponents in the first round.
Lin Beichen was lucky to draw No. 97, so his first round opponent was the one who drew No. four.
There were 10 rings in the Practice Court of the second grade, so there were 10 matches in each round.
As for the rotation of the compet.i.tion, it was arranged by the invigilator.
Lin Beichen was not in the first round.
Basically, by the teachers" design, no more than two talented students would compete in each round of 10 matches.
In this way, the talents in this grade could watch each other"s compet.i.tions, which could arouse each other"s compet.i.tive spirit so as to play their best strength.
Wu Xiaofang was in the first round.
His opponent was Cheng Ku, the representative from Cla.s.s Nine.
They went on the ring.
Cheng Ku smiled grimly.
He had bad luck. In the first round, he met Wu Xiaofang, the champion of the last Midyear Compet.i.tion.
He had no chance of winning.
The rules of the combat exam at this stage were very cruel. If the student lost one match, he would be eliminated, and there would not have a loser group. So, with a rival as strong as Wu Xiaofang, Cheng Ku was doomed to never get another chance.
"Please take it easy on me, Senior Brother Wu," Cheng Ku said, cupping his hands.
Wu Xiaofang smiled coldly and uttered, "Take it easy on you? That"s impossible."
Cheng Ku froze on the spot.
What was the matter?
Wu Xiaofang seemed to have a lot of animosity toward him.
He hadn"t bothered him before.
Then the match began.
Cheng Ku drew his sword, and it was the first move of basic swordsmans.h.i.+p.
Able to stand out from the 40 students in Cla.s.s Nine, he certainly had some fighting ability.
But Wu Xiaofang just sneered, didn"t even pull out his sword, and marched straight to Cheng Ku. His unsheathed sword went straight toward Cheng Ku"s chest.
Cheng Ku was calm and composed, responding directly with the Mountains Resistance in the basic swordsmans.h.i.+p.
This was a perfectly safe response.
But the long sword struck the scabbard, and at once a strong counter-shock came from it.
Cheng Ku felt tingling in his wrist and his sword flew out of his hand.