Gao Wu: If this BOSS isn't nerfed, is it even playable?

Chapter 17, Test 2

Zhang Yuqing let out a long breath and slowly stepped off the punching bag.

On the screen of her machine, an even more exaggerated and shocking number was displayed.

[1.269 tons].

A genius is a genius after all.

The units of measurement have all changed.

With an undeniable number, she once again declared to everyone her dominant position as one of the top three students in her grade at Dongjiang No. 1 Middle School.

Lin Ye felt no discouragement or jealousy whatsoever.

He was well aware that there was a gap between himself and these geniuses who came from very privileged backgrounds and were also very hardworking.

However, the gap that was once as insurmountable as an insurmountable chasm is now shrinking rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The proctor, who had been serious the previous time, looked at Lin Ye's second score and, with a complicated expression, officially entered it into the exam results.

He stepped forward, his attitude noticeably softening, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Young man, have you... made some significant breakthrough in your martial arts skills?"

In his view, it is difficult for a martial artist's basic strength to undergo a qualitative change in a short period of time. The only reasonable explanation is that Lin Ye has made an epiphany-like leap in his understanding of power generation techniques, that is, martial arts skills.

Before Lin Ye could answer, Chen Meng pulled Lin Ye back behind him like a wall.

At the same time, he turned around and glared fiercely at the proctor: "None of your business!"

After saying that, he ignored the proctor who was standing there awkwardly, and took Lin Ye back to the class seven's line.

Only Chen Meng himself knew best that Lin Ye's boxing skills were at best mediocre and ordinary.

This kid is a stick fighter!

If today's punching power test were changed to allow the use of weapons for power testing...

Chen Meng had no doubt that Lin Ye's final result would be even more outrageous than it was now.

The first punching power test ended quickly without any breaks, and the second test began immediately afterward.

The second test is a basic martial arts test, which uses a precision sensor to detect the student's Qi and blood index and life index.

Compared to punching power, which can be improved through technique and short bursts of power, these two data points more directly reflect a martial artist's foundation, inner strength, and future potential.

It is also the most important performance indicator.

The location was changed, and the equipment was put in place.

Because of the limited testing equipment, the second assessment was conducted on the entire senior year of Dongjiang No.1 High School together.

"Li Jun!"

"To!"

"Come up and test!"

Li Jun's name was the first one called.

He was frightened.

Amid the good-natured teasing and cheers from the Class 7 students, he took a deep breath and nervously crawled into the blood and qi testing chamber.

Several tens of seconds later, his test results appeared on the screen.

"Li Jun, Class 7, Grade 12, Qi and Blood Index: 13.01, Vitality Index: 10.50, Overall Evaluation: Qualified!"

When Li Jun walked out of the blood and qi testing chamber, his face was filled with an uncontrollable ecstasy, as if he had survived a disaster.

He spotted Lin Ye looking at him in the crowd at a glance, and excitedly raised his arm high, making a big "V" sign.

Several students from Class 7 standing in the first row turned their heads to look.

"Damn, what kind of destiny do you have? You always manage to get by just barely!"

"Damn, that's an incredible game completion! I'm so jealous!"

A burst of heartfelt, good-natured laughter erupted from the ranks of Class Seven. Only Chen Meng maintained a stern face, looking at the smug Li Jun.

He reprimanded in a stern voice, "You just barely crossed the line, what's there to be proud of? You seem quite proud of yourself?"

Li Jun's neck shrank abruptly, his smile froze instantly, and he immediately cowered.

His comical appearance triggered an even bigger burst of laughter from the surrounding classmates.

The tense and solemn atmosphere at the test site was thus greatly eased.

Although Class 7 of the third year of high school consistently ranked in the middle to lower range in terms of overall academic performance, the atmosphere within the class was united and harmonious, far better than those elite classes where the competition was so fierce that it was almost brutal.

As the testing progressed.

One after another, qualified or unqualified results appeared.

This time, Zhang Yuqing's name was called over the loudspeaker before Lin Ye's.

As she stepped toward the sensory chamber, she attracted almost everyone's attention.

Soon, her test results appeared on the big screen. Each number was like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's hearts and instantly igniting the entire venue!
"Zhang Yuqing, Class 1, Grade 12, Qi and Blood Index: 52.12, Vitality Index: 19.07, Overall Evaluation: Excellent!"

As the announcer's voice faded.

A heated discussion broke out among the crowd.

"What outrageous numbers! It's terrifying!"

"My Qi and Blood Index is already over 52 points! My god, as long as the Qi and Blood Index reaches 60 points and I pass the formal martial artist certification exam, I'll be a first-level martial artist!"

"She's actually not far from becoming a true, formal martial artist!"

"A life index of 19.07... This talent is simply monstrous!"

"It's all because she has a good father. I heard her father..."

Shh! She's coming out! If she hears you, you're doomed!

Just as Zhang Yuqing slowly stepped out of the test chamber, feeling the countless gazes around her filled with scorching heat, envy, awe, and even jealousy.

Her gaze, however, unconsciously swept across the noisy crowd, finally settling precisely on the calm figure in the seventh class's line.

This was the first time Zhang Yuqing had clearly known about the mysterious "Curly King" who was even more curled up than her every morning in the gravity chamber, bringing her immense pressure.

It turned out to be Class 7 from the regular martial arts class.

At the same time, Lin Ye also learned Zhang Yuqing's name and class from the information clearly displayed on the big screen.

He had long guessed that Zhang Yuqing was a top student in Class One, the kind of person who would become a real star, but he never expected that her reputation and fame in the school would be so high.

"Lin Ye, Class 7, Grade 12!"

Some time passed.

The crisp electronic broadcast finally called out his name.

Lin Ye calmly stepped out of the queue and, amidst a sea of ​​complex yet expectant gazes, walked toward the newly vacated sensor chamber.

Having made a stunning debut in the previous punching test, Lin Ye has now attracted the attention of many people in the entire grade.

The metal hatch slowly closed, completely shutting out the noise from the outside world.

The test officially began, with a soft blue beam of light sweeping back and forth inside the cabin, performing the deepest scan of his body.

The final result will require a period of detailed analysis before it can be obtained.

Chen Meng stood at the front of the line, his arms crossed unconsciously, his eyes fixed on the external display screen of the blood chamber where Lin Ye was.

Suddenly, he felt something was absurd.

He has taught many graduating classes of senior high school students and has experienced countless major and minor exams.

But why, at this very moment, do I feel a long-lost sense of tension because of the grades of an ordinary student in my class?
(End of this chapter)