The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

The homeroom teacher of Class 1 was Liu Qingsong, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties with a thick hairline and wore frameless glasses.

He teaches math, walks with a brisk pace, and speaks as directly as when solving a problem, getting straight to the point without beating around the bush.

As soon as the bell rang, he led Chen Zhi into the classroom, slammed his thermos on the podium, and instantly made the students in the front row who were still whispering shrink back.

"Stop writing for a moment."

Liu Qingsong scanned the room, his gaze lingering for a second on the heads of those writing furiously, before pointing to Chen Zhi beside him.

"This is Chen Zhi, the top scorer in this year's high school entrance exam, with full marks in all science subjects."

A few scattered claps rang out from below.

Only the few big shots in the "VIP lounge" at the back row had slightly more eager eyes, but they were only there to watch the spectacle.

"From now on, we're classmates, so let's help each other out." After saying this polite remark, Liu Qingsong waved his hand and said, "Chen Zhi, you can sit in that empty seat. Okay, turn to page 42 and let's go over yesterday's test."

Is this over?

Chen Zhi raised an eyebrow. This efficiency was indeed that of the top class.

He carried his schoolbag to the last row, and as soon as he sat down, he felt several gazes upon him.

Cheng Jun was hiding his phone under the table, frantically tapping the screen while glancing at the new "top student" out of the corner of his eye.

Chen Zhi ignored him and skillfully pulled out several thick textbooks, as thick as bricks, from his schoolbag.

A book titled "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation," a book titled "Key Points and Difficulties Handbook," and an English dictionary and a Chinese dictionary.

He started building "illegal structures" on his desktop.

The front was built high, the sides were sealed off, and a trench was left in the middle just big enough to put a cell phone in.

This set of movements is so fluid and smooth; it's clear the person is a veteran.

Chen Zhi put his phone in the trench, plugged in his earphones, and skillfully tapped the red and blue icon.

"TiMi~"

As the game loading screen appeared, Chen Zhi leaned back comfortably in his chair, crossed his legs, and began his first ranked match in the most competitive and stressful classroom in the entire school.

On the podium, Liu Qingsong was lecturing on the exam paper with great enthusiasm.

Just as Cheng Jun had said, the students in the first three rows were all incredibly excited, as if they wanted to imprint all the knowledge onto Doraemon's memory bread and eat it all up.

And Chen Zhi was in the back row...

Some guys were preparing to make instant noodles in their thermos cups; some brothers were fast asleep on the table, drooling almost uncontrollably; as for Cheng Jun, his fingers were practically sparking from being rubbed together inside the table.

Liu Qingsong would occasionally stop to ask a question or glance around.

But every time his gaze swept to the back row, it would automatically skip over it, as if a group of air people were sitting there.

On one occasion, the guy who was sleeping was snoring quite loudly, but Liu Qingsong just frowned, raised his voice during the lecture, and managed not to wake him up.

As Chen Zhi maneuvered his Li Bai across the jungle, he mentally roared:

Cool!

So cool!

If you don't understand, just ask: Is this heaven?

Moreover, the teacher's attitude of "as long as you get good grades, I'll treat murder and arson as if you're just doing a chemistry experiment" was exactly to his liking.

What stupid thing did I do before?

Why linger in that newbie village of Class 10 for so long?

If I had come earlier, my rank would have been at least ten stars higher!

During the 45-minute class, Chen Zhi played two ranked matches, winning MVP in both, and felt refreshed.

As soon as the bell rang, Liu Qingsong left on time with his lesson plan, without even using his skill of going overtime for two more minutes.

Chen Zhi stretched and was about to put his phone away to get a glass of water to soothe his throat.

Suddenly, a shadow fell.

Cheng Jun stood behind him, his face full of flattery.

He stared intently at Chen Zhi's still-lit phone screen, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Brother..." Cheng Jun swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "No, Dad! That results screen you just saw... was that Glory King rank?"

In 2018, Honor of Kings was at its peak, but the situation where Star Masters were everywhere and Kings were considered inferior had not yet occurred.

At that time, the Star Glory rank hadn't been released yet, and there weren't many King rank players. The Glory King rank was the true pinnacle, an honor only attainable by players ranked in the top 50 across the entire server!

Chen Zhi casually stuffed his phone into his pocket and picked up his water glass: "Yeah, what's up?"

Holy crap!

Cheng Jun let out a surprised exclamation, as if he had never seen anything like it before, and grabbed Chen Zhi's arm with such force that it was as if he was afraid Chen Zhi would run away.

"Fifty-eight stars? Twelfth in the entire region?"

Chen Zhi pulled his hand away with disdain and patted his sleeve: "Keep it low-key, basic procedure."

"Dad! Help me rank up, Dad!"

Cheng Jun shamelessly slid to his knees on the spot, his big face close to his, "I've been stuck at Diamond I with full stars for three days. I've played five promotion matches and lost every single one. I've encountered terrible teammates every game, and my mentality is completely shattered!"

As he spoke, he frantically pulled out his phone, displayed a QR code, and handed it to Chen Zhi.

"Add me as a friend! Please! If you help me reach the highest rank in the game, I'll treat you to all three meals a day! I'll get you water if you need it, and I'll bring you a pillow if you want to sleep!"

Chen Zhi looked at the shameless guy in front of him, and grinned, revealing a "crooked-mouthed dragon king" smile.

"No, I still prefer your defiant self from just now."

Cheng Jun blushed, but what did shame matter when it came to ranking up?

He chuckled and slapped himself on the face: "I was blind to your greatness just now, I underestimated you! From now on, you're my father, and I'll never go against your wishes!"

Chen Zhi was amused by this guy's shamelessness and took out his phone to scan his QR code.

"Alright, I'll give you that since you're so sincere."

With a "beep", the friend was successfully added.

Cheng Jun looked at the glittering gold avatar in the list and was so excited he almost jumped up.

He turned around and went back to his seat, waving his phone at the few guys in the back row who were still watching.

"Brothers! Guess who this Chen Zhi is? I didn't recognize him at first."

"Tch, so what if he's the top scorer in the high school entrance exam?" A bespectacled boy next to him scoffed. "Who here isn't a top scorer? I was the top scorer in that district back then, only a few points lower than him."

In Class One, grades are the least valuable thing.

"Superficial!" Cheng Jun looked at him with disdain. "Scores are nothing! Do you even know what rank he is?"

The bespectacled man adjusted his glasses: "The Supreme Rank?"

"You've narrowed your horizons!" Cheng Jun shook a finger, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "Glory King! Twelfth in the entire region! Mainly plays jungle, the kind that dominates every game!"

"Holy crap?!"

The pen in the bespectacled man's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

"Really? A Glory of Kings player?"

"I'd be a dog if I lied to you!" Cheng Jun showed a screenshot of Chen Zhi's profile page. "See that? This win rate, this rating, is that something a human could achieve?"

This caused an uproar in the back row.

The aloof academic elites who had previously ignored Chen Zhiai suddenly swarmed around her.

"Boss! I'm so sorry, I didn't recognize you earlier, my apologies!"

"I've heard so much about you."

In no time, Chen Zhi's table was surrounded by people, even more lively than when Liu Qingsong was lecturing.

"Okay, one at a time, don't push."

Chen Zhi calmly showed the QR code, "Scan the code if you want to get on the bus. It's the fifth row next class. Seats are limited, first come, first served."

The school bell rang again.

This is an English class. The English teacher is a young, gentle teacher who doesn't interfere much.

The atmosphere in the back row instantly became tense.

The five-row convoy, excluding Chen Zhi, who was in the lead car, only had four seats left.

Cheng Jun and his group consisted of seven or eight people.

"No, I was the one who found out my godfather was a Glory King first, so why did they kick me out of the team?"

Cheng Jun was stunned when he saw the notification that he had been kicked out of the room. He roared angrily.

The bespectacled boy next to him chuckled, his fingers flying across the screen as he locked onto Lu Ban No. 7: "Cheng Jun, you should know your place. You, a mere Diamond player, dare to queue with us King-level players?"

"Exactly," another boy chimed in. "This is a high-level game. With your skills, you'll just be feeding kills. Don't drag down your godfather's win rate."

Cheng Jun, his face flushed with anger, slammed his phone on the table: "Bullshit! I was just unlucky! Besides, my grades are better than yours! I got 690 on last week's test! You only got 685!"

In Class One, grades are the hard currency, a symbol of status.

But today, that trick didn't work.

The bespectacled man didn't even look up, sneering as he bought equipment, "690 points? In the King of Glory, can points be used as gold coins? Can they buy a resurrection armor?"

"Exactly, in the world of King of Glory, rank is everything. What good is a score of 690? You can't even climb out of the Diamond rank."

"I told you to do fewer practice problems and focus on improving your skills, and it felt like I was doing you a disservice. I told you things like 'learning makes me happy,' but now you know you were wrong, right?"

Cheng Jun: "..."

He felt his worldview had collapsed.

Is this still Class 1?

When did being bad at video games become a reason to be looked down upon?

Seeing those guys who were usually outperformed by him academically now following Chen Zhi and dominating the canyon, laughing like flowers, Cheng Jun felt a pang of regret.

"Grass!"

He slammed his fist on the table, looking at his shabby diamond logo and then at the smug faces of those guys.

An unprecedented fighting spirit ignited in his heart.

It's just playing games, right?

Cheng Jun gritted his teeth, picked up his phone, and opened the training camp.

Just you wait, you bunch of snobbish bastards.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don’t bully young people into poverty!

Before the next weekly test, I'm going to reach the King rank and crush you all under my feet!