I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

"Look at this."

Xue Jing took the phone and looked at the screen.

The screen displays a news article.

[Qingcheng Morning News]

[A 17-year-old high school student kills a non-human monster with his bare hands; a martial arts prodigy from Qingda High School?]

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Chapter 73 Troublesome News, Specific Request (Seeking first subscriptions and monthly votes!!)

What made Xue Jing frown slightly was that his name was written in the report without any attempt to conceal it.

"I don't know which busybody has revealed your age, name, school, and even that you are a disciple of our Hidden Dragon Dojo."

Chen Fuguang took back his phone and scrolled through the screen.

"Fortunately, they didn't have your photo, or rather, they did, but they were still mindful of your portrait rights and didn't publish it."

"Junior brother, you're famous now."

Chen Fuguang smiled.

"This is a bit troublesome," Xue Jing sighed.

Soon, trouble ensued.

The phone vibrated and the default ringtone sounded. Xue Jing glanced at the number displayed on the screen.

It was my older sister, Xue Wan, calling.

Seeing this, Chen Fuguang said he had other tasks to attend to and then left.

Xue Jing returned to the cultivation room and pressed the answer button.

"Hey hey hey~ woof woof woof?"

The familiar, healthy barking of a dog came through the receiver.

Xue Jing smiled and said:

"What's wrong, sister?"

"Hmm? Is there something you need to confess? Hurry up and tell the truth," Xue Wan said.

Xue Jing asked in surprise, "Huh? How did you find out that I ate all the spicy snacks under your bed?"

Xue Wan on the other end of the phone was taken aback.

"You dare touch my spicy snack? I'll take a taxi home tonight and chop your head off!"

Xue Jing: "Wake up, you're the dog."

Xue Wan: "What are you talking about, woof?"

"Alright, enough of this nonsense. You almost made me dizzy. Tell me quickly, what's the deal with that news article, hmm?"

Xue Jing said, "What else could it be? Just the same name. You know I've never liked swords and spears. I probably couldn't even beat a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Martial arts are clearly not for me..."

"Oh—" Xue Wan drawled, her tone tinged with amusement.

"I didn't say which news article it was, why are you explaining so much?"

Xue Jing smiled and said, "You've figured it out. Fine, I'll lay my cards on the table. I am a martial arts genius."

Xue Wan asked in surprise, "So you really practiced martial arts? You really killed a monster?"

Xue Jing countered, "Otherwise what?"

There's nothing to hide about practicing martial arts from my family; the only problem is that news of me fighting monsters to the death worries them.

Xue Jing could only try to gloss over the matter in a lighthearted manner.

"That's it..."

On the other end of the phone, Xue Wan seemed to be considering something, and after a moment of silence, she continued:

"Alright, it's good to know that the person in the news is you. Bro, now that you're famous, don't get too cocky."

"Don't have too many girlfriends, five or six is ​​enough, any more and you won't be able to take care of them all..."

Xue Jing said speechlessly, "What are you talking about?"

Xue Wan chuckled and hung up the phone.

Xue Jing shook his head, put on the nebulizer, and started taking the drugs.

But not long after, his phone rang again.

This time it was an unfamiliar number. When Xue Jing answered, a familiar voice came through the receiver.

"Hey, Xue Jing."

"Teacher Du?" Xue Jing asked, puzzled.

Du Shiwei, the homeroom teacher and Chinese language teacher of the elite class of the senior year at Qingfu High School.

"Xue Jing, I just wanted to ask about the person in today's news..."

Xue Jing sighed and said, "It's me."

Du Shiwei smiled and said with satisfaction, "As expected, I knew there was no other student named Xue Jing at Qingfu High School. He really is my student!"

He seemed to be talking to the people around him, and a faint chorus of agreement could be heard.

"Alright, it's nothing much, just asking. I don't object to you practicing martial arts. It's good to learn other skills in your spare time, but be careful not to let your grades fall behind..."

Du Shiwei's professional instincts kicked in, and he started lecturing after only a few words, leaving Xue Jing with no choice but to say "yes, yes, yes".

Finally, Du Shiwei seemed to remember something and said:

"By the way, the school sports meet starts in a few days, you haven't forgotten, have you?"

When Xue Jing heard him mention it, he remembered that there was such a thing. He had promised Du Shiwei that he would participate in the running event at the school sports meet.

I had completely forgotten.

"I remember everything, don't worry, teacher, I'll go to school then," Xue Jing said with a smile.

"Okay, that's good." Du Shiwei said with satisfaction.

Xue Jing hung up the phone, but after a while, the phone rang again.

This time it was Li Ge who called.

For some reason, even though Xue Jing went to school every few days, he felt like he hadn't seen Li Ge in a long time.

"Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Jing, have you seen the news...?"

Xue Jing: "That's right, it is I."

……

Xue Jing received four or five phone calls throughout the morning, and only stopped after finishing a call with his mother, Nan Jiayu.

He pressed his temples, a little annoyed.

"Don't let me find out who leaked my name to the media."

While using the nebulizer, Xue Jing picked up his phone and started looking at it.

Last night, the news of him killing monsters became a minor trending topic, and anyone with an IP address in Qingcheng was recommended it.

He casually clicked on the trending topics and found that in addition to the news reports, there was also an interview video.

After clicking on the video, the screen shows a man who has taken off his shirt, revealing a muscular physique. His eyes and Xing Tian's eyes are blurred, and his voice has also been specially processed.

"That person is Xue Jing, a newly accepted disciple of the Hidden Dragon Dojo. How powerful is the Hidden Dragon Dojo? It's not much different from our Tiger (beep) Dojo."

"We were both hired to do security work this time. I even sparred with him. You tell me who won? It was about 50/50. I narrowly lost."

"That monster is incompatible with me, it's too much of a counter to me, so we had no choice but to divide the work. He was responsible for crushing that beast, and I was responsible for protecting the people... Not protecting them properly? Not at all, that thing is so fierce, it's already a win-win situation that only a few people died..."

After watching the video, Xue Jing was speechless.

This is clearly Li Zhaoquan from the Tiger Soul Dojo, that bastard...

"Little Junior Brother, Little Junior Brother!"

A lively girl's voice suddenly came from outside the cultivation room.

Not long after, footsteps approached, and Takeyama Hide pushed open the door and walked in.

"There's a specific client who wants you, and the pay is very high."

The girl smiled and spoke.

Xue Jing raised an eyebrow and asked, "What kind of request?"

"Sparring partner!"

……

Meanwhile, in a hidden basement in the southern district.

Beside the enormous azure insect nest, Jiao Hongyuan held his phone, looking at the news on it, and frowned.

"'Number One' was actually killed by a seventeen-year-old high school student?"

"In this Qingcheng, there is actually a genius comparable to Chengxuan? When Chengxuan was seventeen, he probably would have had a hard time beating 'Number One'."

Standing next to him, Duan Kaiping flattered, "That's different. When my junior brother was seventeen, he had only been practicing martial arts for a short time. This person in the news was probably secretly trained by the Hidden Dragon Dojo for a long time before being released to the outside world, intending to make a name for himself."

Jiao Hongyuan nodded.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter. Although it didn't achieve the desired effect, at least a few people died, which can be considered as a warning to the ruling council."

Jiao Hongyuan put his phone away and casually asked:

"How is 'Number Nine'?"