High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 14 Expectation
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class, echoing in the empty school building corridors, carrying a long and hollow sense of closure.

After a brief silence, the students of Class 5, Grade 9, seemed to have been freed from some kind of restraint and burst into a huge commotion.

They exchanged contact information for their personal devices, scribbled their names on each other's school uniforms, hugged tightly, and loudly promised to "meet again after the exams."

The entire classroom was enveloped in a complex mix of emotions, including excitement, sadness, and uncertainty about the future.

Qin Feng was not involved.

Holding that thin admission ticket that carried the weight of three years of youth and his future destiny, he walked alone out of the noisy classroom and came to a quiet corner behind the teaching building.

He leaned against the cold wall, looking down and carefully examining the examination admission ticket in his hand.

The admission ticket is made of a special composite material that is tough and smooth, and all the necessary information is clearly printed on it in Imperial Standard font.

[Imperial Unified Secondary Education Streaming Examination Admission Ticket]

Name: Qin Feng

Student ID: 7351098

[Exam Location: Qimingxing No. 12 Junior High School]

[Examination Venue: Building B - Test Room 7]

[Exam Schedule and Subjects:]

[Day 1 Morning (8:30-11:30): Physical Test Subject 1 (Vitality Index Test), Physical Test Subject 2 (Comprehensive Physical Fitness Test: including 100-meter sprint, peak punching power, and neural reaction speed)]

[First Day Afternoon (14:00-16:00): Cultural Subject 1 (Comprehensive History of the Empire, Basic Psionic Skills)]

[Second day morning (9:00-11:00): Cultural Subject Two (Imperial Common Language, Fundamentals of Foreign Languages)]

The empire's educational streaming system was a sophisticated and rigorous selection process.

It not only values ​​the "vitality index" that determines martial arts potential, but also has strict requirements for academic subjects.

Each item in the physical test will be precisely quantified into a score, which, together with the vitality index, will ultimately constitute the "martial arts score" that determines the future.

The four academic subjects are assessed using a grading system.

To qualify for admission to a top martial arts high school, students must achieve an "A" grade in all subjects.

If any link in the chain is weak, it means that one is completely cut off from the path of martial arts.

Qin Feng carefully put away his admission ticket and placed it in his inner pocket.

He looked up and glanced at the sky, which was divided into squares by the teaching buildings.

The sky was blue, and anti-gravity vehicles glided silently along their fixed routes.

Everything was exactly the same as a month ago, the day Li Weiguo called him into his office for a talk.

But for him, the whole world has been completely transformed.

He turned around, walked down the stairs, and joined the bustling crowd of people leaving school.

The school gate was crowded with parents who had come to pick up their children. Their faces all wore the same expression of tension and anticipation.

Qin Feng spotted that familiar figure at a glance.

Qin Dahai stood alone under the shade of a sycamore tree, his posture as upright as a pine, his empty left sleeve swaying gently in the breeze.

Unlike other parents who anxiously looked around, he simply stood there quietly, his gaze calmly fixed on the direction of the school gate.

As Qin Feng walked out of the school gate, his eyes immediately locked onto him.

Qin Feng walked over quickly.

"dad."

"Let's go."

Qin Dahai didn't ask any more questions. He simply turned around naturally, walked side by side with his son, and headed towards the maglev bus stop in the distance.

Once on the bus, Qin Feng took out his exam admission ticket and handed it to his father.

Qin Dahai took it and his gaze fell on the "Examination Site" column.

"The 12th Middle School...is very close to your uncle's house."

He looked up at the street scene rushing past the window, then glanced at his son beside him.

"It takes two transfers and more than an hour to get there from my home. I have an exam early tomorrow morning, it's too rushed."

Qin Dahai made his decision, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Tonight, stay at your uncle's house."

As he spoke, he raised his wrist, opened his personal terminal, and dialed Wang Ming's number.

A light screen popped up, revealing Uncle Wang Ming's slightly tired face, stained with oil. In the background, the deafening clanging of metal and the roar of machinery continued.

"The sea? What's wrong?" Wang Ming shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Amin, Xiaofeng is taking the high school entrance exam, and the exam center is at No. 12 Middle School. Let’s go to your place and squeeze in for the night.”

Qin Dahai's voice pierced through the noisy background and traveled clearly.

"Come on! You absolutely have to come! I'll call Li Juan right away and tell her to add a few more dishes tonight! The high school entrance exam is a big deal! I'll ask the foreman for leave right away and go home early!"

"it is good."

Communication hang up.

The father and son remained silent throughout the swaying train carriage.

……

At dusk, in the "Red Leaf" community.

This place is more crowded than the "Silver Gull" community, with narrower gaps between buildings and more intricate energy pipes and communication cables crisscrossing the sky.

Qin Feng and his father carried some fruit and nutritional supplements as they walked up to the familiar residential building.

Before even reaching the door, one could hear the laughter and playful shouts of children chasing and playing inside.

Wang Ming opened the door.

He had changed out of his oil-stained work clothes and put on clean home clothes. His hair had also been carefully combed, and he looked much more energetic.

"Brother, Xiaofeng, come in quickly!"

He warmly welcomed the two into the house.

Aunt Li Juan was wearing an apron and busy in the small kitchen, the sounds of pots and pans clattering and the roar of the range hood mingling together.

When his three younger cousins ​​saw Qin Feng, they excitedly surrounded him.

"Q!"

"Brother Feng, you're here!"

The youngest one was still clinging to Qin Feng's trouser leg, tilting its little face up and curiously looking at him.

"Go away, stop bothering your brother, let him rest for a while."

Wang Ming smiled and shooed the children away. He pulled over two chairs for Qin Feng and Qin Dahai to sit down, and then personally poured two cups of hot water.

"Brother, don't worry, the room is all ready. I'll squeeze in with Xiaohao and Xiaojie, and let Xiaofeng sleep in a room by himself. I guarantee he'll get a good night's sleep tonight."

"It's troublesome."

Qin Dahai said.

"We're family, it's too formal to say that."

Wang Ming waved his hand.

He looked at Qin Feng, his eyes filled with concern.

A month ago, when Qin Feng came to borrow money, he still looked sickly and depressed.

Now, the boy in front of me is still slender, but he is tall and straight, with a calm demeanor and a reassuring confidence in his eyes.

He knew that his nephew's illness had been cured and that he had been training hard at the Extreme Martial Arts Academy for the past month.

But he didn't dare ask too many questions about the details of the grades, for fear of putting pressure on his child.

"Xiaofeng, you must be exhausted after a month at the martial arts school."

Wang Ming asked in a more tactful way.

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Qin Feng answered.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Wang Ming rubbed his hands together. "Don't be nervous. Just treat tomorrow as a test at the martial arts gym. Just perform normally."

"Yes, I know, Uncle."

In the kitchen, Aunt Li Juan poked her head out, her face showing some fatigue, but her smile was genuine.

"Brother Dahai, Xiaofeng, dinner will be served soon. Please sit down and watch some TV."

Half an hour later, a sumptuous dinner, almost extravagant, was served on that small dining table.

A whole roasted, golden-brown "Red Feather Chicken" is a delicacy that is only bought during festivals.

A large plate of stir-fried green peppers and shredded pork made with real alien meat. The meat slices were thick and fragrant, unlike the synthetic meat we usually eat.

A pot of thick soup made from the bones of exotic animals, milky white in color, with bright green scallions floating on top.

There were also some fresh vegetables.

The rich aroma of meat instantly filled the entire room.

The three younger cousins ​​stared wide-eyed, circling the dining table, constantly swallowing their saliva.

"Let's eat!"

At Wang Ming's command, the children cheered and immediately started eating.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you!"

Li Juan complained, but her chopsticks kept piling food onto the children's plates, making their bowls look like small mountains.

"Brother Feng, have a chicken leg!"

The older cousin picked up the biggest chicken leg and put it in Qin Feng's bowl.

"You eat too."

Qin Feng put the chicken leg back in his pocket.

"Eat, eat! You have an exam tomorrow, you need energy!"

My older cousin stubbornly put it back in his pocket.

Qin Dahai and Wang Ming sat to the side, not touching their chopsticks, but silently watching the children, both with smiles on their faces.

Qin Dahai took out a bottle of cheap liquor he had brought from home and poured a glass for both Wang Ming and himself.

"Brother, this..."

"Drink some."

Qin Dahai's words were concise and to the point.

The two clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking the spicy liquor, Wang Ming's face flushed slightly.

"Brother, Xiaofeng is a promising kid. He looks like a completely different person with all his energy and spirit. He'll definitely be fine tomorrow."

"Lend your auspicious words."

Qin Dahai filled his cup again.

The meal was enjoyed in a warm and lively manner.

The three younger cousins ​​ate with their mouths full of oil, their little faces beaming with pure happiness.

For them, this was probably the most satisfying meal they had in months.

After the meal, Li Juan and Wang Ming insisted that Qin Feng and his son not lift a finger, and the two of them quickly cleared away the dishes.

Late at night.

Wang Ming led Qin Feng to the small room that had been specially prepared for him.

The room was small, with only a bed and a desk, but it was spotless, and the bedding smelled of sunshine and soap.

"Xiaofeng, go to sleep early and don't think about anything."

Before leaving, Wang Ming gave one more piece of advice.

"Okay, uncle."

Qin Feng closed the door, and the room fell silent.

He could hear his uncle and cousins ​​in the next room, huddled together on one bed, talking in hushed tones.

I could hear my father and aunt talking quietly in the living room.

You can still hear the distant, never-ending background noise outside the window, a sound that belongs to the city.

He took off his clothes and lay down on the bed.

After a month of extreme stretching, the body is in a delicate state of balance.

Tomorrow will be the day to see the results of all this.

Qin Feng closed his eyes, and his breathing quickly became steady and long.

A dreamless night.

(End of this chapter)