Shen Ye looked at the business card, which read:

    Qian Rushan.

    Regional Manager of Human Martial Arts Group.

    Memories opened again, quickly finding relevant knowledge.

    So it’s this behemoth…

    A fleeting look of understanding flashed in Shen Ye’s eyes.

    Every year, countless junior high school graduates look forward to being favored by it.

    The Human Martial Arts Group controls the inheritance of various martial arts knowledge, and is a group organization with rich intellectual property rights and copyrights of martial arts secrets.

    In the whole world, apart from the large aristocratic families that have been passed down since ancient times, it possesses the most martial arts knowledge inheritance.

    As for the aristocratic families—

    It is said that some aristocratic families possess knowledge, artifacts, and bloodline covenants passed down from ancient gods.

    Apart from legends, aristocratic families also actually control a large amount of land, population, and wealth resources in reality.

    The great aristocratic families stood high above, and the common people were separated from them by an insurmountable chasm.

    For ordinary people from poor backgrounds, if they could join the Human Martial Arts Group, it would basically be like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, escaping the ordinary class.

    This was a path to heaven!

    Shen Ye looked at the long-haired, scruffy middle-aged man opposite him.

    The other party looked gentle, smiling when he spoke, making people involuntarily trust him.

    From his perspective in his previous life, this kind of person had obviously been in the business world for many years.

    But there was something about him that Shen Ye couldn’t see through.

    —Power!

    As he sat there, Shen Ye felt that he couldn’t attack him no matter what.

    This was an inexplicable feeling.

    “Student Shen, if I may ask, what is your strength attribute?”

    Manager Qian asked casually.

    “5.” Shen Ye said.

    Manager Qian’s expression softened even more.

    Old Jiang and the Principal’s eyes widened, and they exchanged glances.

    The police officers whispered to each other.

    “Is it really 5?” Manager Qian said calmly, taking over with a smile, “In junior high school, if your strength can reach 4.5, you’ve crossed our group’s inspection line. If it’s 5, it’s even more different.”

    “Is 5 a lot?” Shen Ye asked.

    “Strength reaching 5 allows you to operate some combat model mobile mechs, and also to wield some damaged, conventional ancient weapons.”

    “And your agility is full marks, yet you are only 15 years old.”

    “—There’s really nothing to fault.”

    At this point, Manager Qian couldn’t help but glance at the Principal.

    Why didn’t he mention that Shen Ye’s strength attribute was so outstanding, and instead kept talking about his mental power?

    If he had known Shen Ye’s strength was 5, he would have signed him on the spot back at the playground.

    “You flatter me, I just got into a fight with someone.”

    Shen Ye said.

    “Don’t worry about the fight, join our group. I’ll arrange for you to retake a strength test.” Manager Qian said.

    “I can retake it?” Shen Ye asked in surprise.

    He couldn’t help but glance at Old Jiang again.

    Old Jiang and the Principal both nodded heavily, their eyes sparkling with joy.

    “Normally no, but sometimes, to avoid missing out on talent, our group has the authority to suggest that the education bureau hold special retests for some candidates,” Manager Qian said lightly.

    “Of course I’m willing to retake it!” Shen Ye said.

    “Good, that’s settled. When you pass, I’ll come and sign you.”

    Manager Qian stood up to leave, then suddenly remembered something, turned around, and said:

    “Oh, I forgot to ask earlier—what’s your mental power?”

    “3.”

    Shen Ye conservatively stated a number.

    No choice.

    Among the five attributes, junior high school doesn’t assess “comprehension” or “resonance.”

    “Strength,” “agility,” and “mental power”—he couldn’t possibly be superhuman in all of them.

    3 shouldn’t be too outlandish.

    …right.

    Shen Ye was thinking with uncertainty when he saw Manager Qian stop his movement of preparing to leave.

    Manager Qian put away the smile on his face, his expression becoming serious:

    “Student Shen, can you demonstrate? I remember that a mental power of 3 should be able to move a chair—”

    Shen Ye understood, directly allocated his attribute points to mental power, and then looked at a chair.

    The chair rose slightly under the influence of his will, suspending motionless in mid-air.

    The entire office fell into silence.

    The police officers reacted first.

    The leading police officer whispered, “Let’s go, fall in.”

    Under his lead, several police officers left the office first.

    A few more breaths passed.

    The chair fell, hitting the ground with a thud.

    “I can only last that long.”

    Shen Ye sighed.

    Manager Qian’s eyes, however, suddenly lit up.

    “Hahaha! Unbelievable, simply unbelievable!”

    He burst out laughing, as if he had changed into a different person, suddenly patted his forehead vigorously, jumped up from his chair, and with a beaming face, sang:

    “Once impoverished and sleeping in the streets, today a song asks the immortals, when luck comes, heaven and earth conspire, let us ascend to the clear skies together~”

    “Young Master Shen, you are blessed! And so am I!”

    Shen Ye was stunned.

    This… is so awkward…

    Should I sing along?

    He couldn’t.

    He turned to look at Old Jiang and the Principal, who were also stunned.

    —It seemed even they didn’t know Manager Qian had this side to him.

    But the two old foxes reacted much faster than Shen Ye.

    The Principal led, followed by Old Jiang, both clapping their hands vigorously and cheering loudly.

    “Well sung, Manager Qian!”

    “I’ve never heard such a good singing voice, Manager Qian!”

    —The two men were flattering him in unison!

    A few minutes later.

    The Principal and Old Jiang were invited out of the office.

    Manager Qian chatted with Shen Ye alone.

    “I can still retake it, right?”

    Shen Ye asked worriedly.

    Qian Rushan raised his hand to signal “stop,” and said earnestly:

    “Student Shen Ye, what is your life’s ideal?”

    “Your name is my ideal,” Shen Ye said frankly.

    Qian Rushan chuckled, “That’s just the most basic thing. I want to know what your deepest desire is.”

    Desire…

    Shen Ye immediately thought of that assassin.

    If even his home wasn’t safe, where could he hide?

    If—

    If he had enough strength, why would he need to hide?

    “At least not to be bullied, to be able to protect myself and my family,” Shen Ye said.

    Qian Rushan grinned:

    “Now is the closest you’ll be to your dream in your life.”

    “How so?” Shen Ye asked.

    Qian Rushan waved to him:

    “Come, attack me.”

    “Bah, you long-haired, greasy old pervert!” Shen Ye pointed at him and cursed.

    “Don’t attack with words, attack with your fists.” Qian Rushan said speechlessly.

    “…Alright.”

    Shen Ye threw a punch at Qian Rushan’s face.

    Qian Rushan’s eyes widened slightly.

    Shen Ye immediately found himself unable to move.

    It felt as if some invisible force had grabbed him, completely immobilizing him.

    “What is this?” Shen Ye asked in surprise.

    “This is a spell that can immobilize an attacker. If you learn it, you can protect yourself,” Qian Rushan said.

    “Amazing,” Shen Ye commented.

    “Want to learn?” Qian Rushan asked.

    “Yes,” Shen Ye said.

    “Watch closely, that’s not all—”

    Qian Rushan dispelled the spell, then pulled out a pistol and aimed it at his temple.

    This scene was so familiar that Shen Ye couldn’t help but miss Blue Star, and he chanted along:

    “In all martial arts, nothing is unbreakable, only speed is.”

    Bang.

    A gunshot.

    Qian Rushan did not move.

    The bullet stopped one centimeter from Qian Rushan’s temple, suspended motionless.

    “This is another spell, from the group’s secret collection. This spell can block all kinds of hidden weapon attacks, and bullets are no problem—what were you just saying?”

    Qian Rushan asked curiously.

    “Nothing, I was just saying, wow, how impressive,” Shen Ye said.

    It was indeed impressive.

    This was a genuine spell!

    Although he knew the other party was deliberately showing off, he was truly tempted.

    —He wanted to live well in this world, and for that, he needed great power!

    Of course he had to learn such a miraculous spell.

    Qian Rushan savored the moment, “That line you just said had quite an imposing air to it. Did you come up with it?”

    “Haha, www.uukanshu.net I just said it offhand, please don’t mind it,” Shen Ye said, trying to brush it off.

    “Alright, let’s get back to business. I officially invite you to join our ‘Hidden Dragon Project,’ which is our group’s supernova cultivation program.”

    “Hidden Dragon Project?” Shen Ye asked.

    Manager Qian spoke eloquently: “We will recommend you to the three best high schools in the world—of course, there will be a strict entrance exam—not the high school entrance exam, but exams set by these three high schools themselves.”

    “If you can pass the exam and get into any one of them, then your room and board, tuition, resource fees, equipment, and everything else will be covered by the group.”

    “If you are eliminated, you can be guaranteed admission to other provincial key high schools.”

    Shen Ye thought of what had just happened and couldn’t help but say, “I just got into a fight—”

    Qian Rushan waved his hand, not caring at all, “If you didn’t dare to fight back, I wouldn’t want you anyway. The group will handle such minor matters for you.”

    “The group’s benefits are so good,” Shen Ye sighed.

    Qian Rushan spread his arms, saying in an exaggerated tone:

    “Strength beyond full marks, agility full marks, mental power beyond full marks, Student Shen, don’t you know how difficult this is? You have talent beyond your peers!”

    “—You are a genius!”

    Shen Ye was slightly silent.

    —Actually, I’m not that strong. I just added attribute points.

    What?

    Are attribute points also my inherent talent?

    Then it’s fine.

    I am indeed a genius beyond my peers!

    But even with that, it’s just enough to qualify for the entrance exams of those three high schools.

    …And he didn’t even know how difficult the exams would be.

    Shen Ye suddenly felt anxious.

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