It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

Anyway, she didn't understand those university majors to begin with.

In her mind, getting into university meant she would definitely have a job and be able to earn money in the future.

There are 360 ​​professions, and every profession can produce an expert. You can do anything and still succeed.

Labor is the most glorious thing.

Upon hearing the good news first thing in the morning, Qing's mother smiled and couldn't help but turn around and bow to the statue of the White Fairy.

Then, in a cheerful mood, I went to clean up the dishes and prepare for the day's work.

Qinghe Miao didn't take it to heart at all, picked up her schoolbag, and went to school.

Upon entering the courtyard, the slightly cool air of a rural morning wafted over me.

Sunlight streamed through the old trees in the yard, casting dappled shadows on the ground, while the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking drifted from afar.

The figure of Master Qing sat quietly at the base of the wall of the house, directly opposite the dark iron gate.

He was sitting in a red sponge chair with several tears in the red cloth covering it, revealing the grayish-yellow, hardened sponge filling inside.

This chair was a trendy item in town a few years ago; I don't know who started a wedding planning company that could arrange banquets.

However, in such rural areas, very few families are willing to hold their wedding banquets in such places.

The older generation handled it all at home.

The new generation, and the countryside is also starting to develop. People with a little money are going to hotels in the county or even the city to hold events.

So, that company couldn't survive for more than two years and went out of business.

Chapter 75: Exam Success

These damaged, unrecoverable old chairs were carelessly discarded.

A few years ago, when Grandpa Qing went for a stroll in town, he saw it and quietly brought one back with him.

In recent years, he has looked older and has become particularly fond of sitting in this old red chair that is usually placed at the base of the eaves.

He would sit there, smoking one cigarette after another, facing the heavy black iron gate of the courtyard, often for an entire day.

I have no idea what he was looking at.

Qinghe Miao, carrying his schoolbag, walked respectfully past his grandfather, stopped, turned slightly to the side, and said softly:

"Grandpa, I'm going to school now."

In recent years, he has unconsciously become afraid when speaking to his grandfather.

It is almost deliberately designed to prevent words like "go," "leave," and "depart" from appearing in conversation.

Master Qing turned his head, his gaze lingering for a moment on Qing Heming's young face, and responded with his usual muffled reply:

"Yes, study hard."

"Hey, I see."

Qinghe Miao responded as usual.

He walked out of the courtyard gate, bypassing several stray dogs that wagged their tails and affectionately approached him.

Instead of heading directly out of the village, he first circled around the village for a short while before turning onto the path leading to the back mountain.

The mountain forest was still shrouded in morning mist, and the birdsong was crisp and clear.

They found a secluded corner with practiced ease, and after enjoying the view for a few more minutes, they made sure no one was watching.

Only then did he activate the power of his Stand, Red Hot Chili Pepper.

His body instantly transformed into a current of electricity, merging into the utility pole erected on the mountain.

The speed of electric current far exceeds that of any means of transportation, in the blink of an eye.

Inside the campus wall, in a quiet, deserted corner, Qing Hemiao's figure quietly appeared, slightly distorted.

He picked up his schoolbag and walked calmly toward the teaching building, arriving at the perfect time.

I stepped into the classroom before the bell rang.

The atmosphere in the senior high school classroom was somewhat different from usual.

As the decision drew near, the difference in their attitudes became apparent, and the pretense of compromise vanished, revealing a clear disparity in their abilities.

Families with resources and connections have already used all their skills to make a final effort for their children.

Some people temporarily withdrew from school and moved their families to other provinces where the exams would be more favorable.

Some people were sent to renowned specialized schools in provincial capitals or major cities for closed-door training.

Some even hired one-on-one tutors and went home to study.

These days, there are actually fewer people in the class.

Of course, these changes have little to do with Qinghe Miao.

He continues to live at his own pace.

Aside from the world of "The Bad Guys".

In the martial arts world, the news that a young man named "Li Xingyun" is a "descendant of the Li Tang royal family" has begun to spread, stirring up new waves.

All forces, like sharks drawn to the scent of blood, were attracted and began to stir.

In contrast, the matter of Huang Wenjing, who was merely the "Right Dragon Tiger Commander and Imperial Guard Commander" not long ago, was of little concern to most people.

The days continued to slip by quietly amidst the turning of pages and the scratching of pens.

Finally, the day that countless people collectively attributed with special significance arrived: the university entrance exam.

Outside the examination hall, crowds thronged, the atmosphere so heavy it was almost palpable.

Parents either anxiously checked their children's pencil cases repeatedly, gave them final, rambling instructions, or silently prayed for their children's safety.

The candidates displayed a variety of expressions; some looked tense, as if heading to the battlefield, while others tried to remain calm, but their demeanor betrayed their unease.

Some people try to achieve a state of deep meditation, like an old monk, attempting to block out the surrounding noise.

Qinghe Miao, dressed in a clean and refreshing outfit, appeared remarkably composed in the crowd.

He carried no extra equipment, only a bottle of water and the first transparent file bag.

Inside were an ID card, an examination admission ticket, and a few ordinary black pens and pencils.

Amidst his father's tense and repeated instructions, he casually followed the flow of people toward the door that would determine countless lives.

Before officially entering the examination room, he made a point of observing the surrounding environment.

Sure enough, near the exam hall, under an inconspicuous wall, I spotted an ordinary bread truck with the "Na Du Tong Express" logo painted on it.

The vehicle sat there quietly, blending in with the surrounding traffic, completely inconspicuous.

"Would this count as the first time dealing with officials? Even if it's in this way?"

Knowing the true nature of the company, a strange thought flashed through Qing Hemiao's mind.

What appears to be an ordinary courier company is actually a state-run autonomous department responsible for managing people with disabilities.

I don't know if every exam venue has this kind of insurance.

Or perhaps it was because of his exceptional abilities that he was the person in charge of supervising the "special examination members."

Upon closer inspection, the extraordinary individuals inside are still under contracts with large companies, without even being formally employed.

It's not that great.

Upon entering the examination room, Qing Hemiao found his seat and sat down calmly.

At this moment, on the system panel that only he can see.

In the equipment slots, on the positions of the primary and secondary weapons, there were two thick stacks of densely printed data.

In this respect, the system's judgment is very lenient.

Most of the items he can hold can be stored in the weapon slots of his equipment inventory.

If he were willing to go even further.

You could easily fold more data into the shape of hats, belts, or even shoes and bring it in.

No one can find out.

However, thanks to his solidified abilities, as long as he can write, he is confident that he can maintain his grades at a fairly good level.

That's enough to get you into a good university.

There's no need to put in too much effort.

The rest is about focusing intently and transforming the twelve years of learning accumulated from the previous life into scores on the exam.

The three-day exam period flew by as I was in a highly focused state of mind.

When the bell rang for the last exam, Qinghe Miao followed the crowd out of the exam hall, stood in front of the teaching building, and stretched vigorously in the slightly glaring afternoon sun.

The bones made a slight crackling sound, as if even he had been relieved of some invisible burden.

Outside the examination hall, as usual, rumors circulated about a student having an emotional breakdown and jumping off a building after leaving the examination hall.

Year after year, it seems to have become a routine, eliciting only a brief sigh before being quickly drowned out by the noise.

For Qing Hemiao, he had finally fulfilled an important obligation to his biological parents.

Next, it's time to wait for the results to be released, then fill out college applications, and begin the next stage of life.

Although his "next phase" started much earlier than most people's.

The day after the university entrance exams ended, Qing Hemiao, under the guise of cultivation, greeted his parents and then disappeared.

Just as if it were temporarily useless, Qing's parents indeed let go of a lot more than before.

The world of "Bad Guys" is viewed by Feng Lingyue.

In the past, if someone sat cross-legged in school all day, they would be stared at like a gorilla.

Now, Qinghe Miao can finally stop worrying about worldly opinions.

They devoted themselves to meditation and spiritual practice around the clock.

But for now, he won't need it for long either.

Because he will soon have a more efficient way to improve.

Chapter 76 A Clear Sign of Rebellion

"My lord, should we... really move now?"

Huang Wulang stood before Qing Hemiao, but his face no longer held the urgency it had shown before; instead, it carried a hint of hesitation and admonition:

"Given the current chaotic and unclear situation, with unpredictable moves from all sides, is it really not worth waiting and seeing for a while longer?"

After what happened before, many people below now refer to Qinghe Miao as their lord.

This was naturally not permitted by the regulations of the imperial court.

Their rebellious intentions are obvious.

"Weren't you the one who couldn't wait before? Why are you now advising me to wait and see?"

Hearing Huang Wulang's words, Qinghe Miao didn't even look up, continuing to work on the pile of documents in front of him.

Only by truly taking charge of managing even a team that is only in its initial stages can one succeed.

Only then did I realize how many tedious details there were.

The allocation and storage of food supplies, clothing for different seasons, and the registration, distribution, and maintenance of a wide variety of military equipment alone presented a significant challenge.

Each item requires careful calculation and repeated consideration.