An extra chapter for the reader 【灬阿怪灬】!
Shen Zhongping’s face was practically splitting with a smile.
He laughed and laughed, then suddenly slammed his fist on the table in frustration.
“Why?! Why are they all G1 level? Can’t I get just one at G2?”
Shen Zhongping was both happy and annoyed at the same time.
This bittersweet feeling—pain mixed with joy—is something only letter-grade players can truly understand.
He immediately set about arranging the rewards.
For example, making calls to wealthy alumni to secure some sponsorship.
Though the prize money couldn’t be openly disclosed, considering the family situations of Lin Mo and Tong Dong, Shen Zhongping hoped to pull in as much sponsorship as possible.
Novels often mention the city’s richest person donating a building to the school to get some favor, but that’s an old-fashioned setup.
Nowadays, the most they can do is collect sponsorships to upgrade equipment.
Donate a building?
This little patch of land doesn’t even have enough space for that.
Still, if there’s prize money for student competitions, it’s worth trying to get sponsorships.
After all, the stronger the school, the stronger its alumni naturally are.
And of course, only those with real strength can be called alumni.
After a few calls, Shen Zhongping hung up with a satisfied smile.
Later, they could record a video or take photos, so Lin Mo and Tong Dong’s lives wouldn’t be so hard.
Thinking of this, Shen Zhongping couldn’t help but sigh.
“Sure enough, poor kids grow up fast. These one or two geniuses all come from tough family backgrounds.”
After sighing, Shen Zhongping sent several thumbs-up emojis in the math teaching group chat.
He then gave special praise to Chen Xiaoya, Tong Dong’s math teacher, and Xu Haoming.
Soon, Lin Mo and Xue Zigui returned to the classroom one after the other. The once noisy room didn’t quiet down, but some eyes glanced their way before quickly looking away.
Jiang Yunlu immediately turned around, leaned forward, and lowered her voice, her eyes shining with eager excitement. “Provincial First?”
Lin Mo nodded, “Provincial First.”
Jiang Yunlu’s eyes lit up instantly—she knew exactly what that meant. Her voice brightened, “That means you can go to the national competition! That’s amazing!”
Jiang Yunlu clapped happily. Chu Miaomiao, sitting behind Lin Mo, didn’t know what “Provincial First” or “national competition” meant but joined in the applause out of pure curiosity.
When the clapping stopped, Chu Miaomiao leaned forward with a face full of innocent wonder. “What’s Provincial First? Does it mean first place in the whole province?”
Lin Mo smiled and said, “Yes, first in the entire province.”
Others might think it was a joke, but Jiang Yunlu was well-informed. She stared at Lin Mo in disbelief.
“Really first in the whole province?”
She knew Lin Mo was talented, but hearing it firsthand made her ask again.
Lin Mo just smiled and said nothing.
“That’s way more impressive than my city competition championship,” Jiang Yunlu said sincerely, her eyes shining with joy.
Before long, the class bell rang, and Chen Xiaoya stepped in on the chime.
Chen Xiaoya’s face lit up like it was a festival, and standing on the stage, she smiled cheerfully.
“Before class starts, I have some good news to share.”
Everyone looked up at Chen Xiaoya.
Her gaze swept across the room before settling on Xue Zigui.
“First of all, congratulations to our classmate Xue Zigui for winning the provincial second prize in the recent high school mathematics competition! Let’s give him a round of applause!”
She led the applause, and the classroom instantly filled with clapping.
After the kidnapping incident, Xue Zigui’s reputation had skyrocketed. His gripping little essay had circulated widely in the class group chat, making him somewhat of a celebrity. Everyone was more than willing to show their support.
As the applause died down, Chen Xiaoya’s smile deepened. She paused for a moment, as if preparing to deliver even bigger news.
Then she cleared her throat and deliberately drew out the tone: “And… congratulations to our classmate Lin Mo for winning the provincial first prize in the competition, ranking first in the entire province. Let’s give him a big round of applause.”
Chen Xiaoya was indeed an experienced teacher.
There was applause to encourage, and applause to celebrate.
The art of language, perfectly displayed.
This time, the applause was even more enthusiastic, with Zhang Yuzhong, Fang Jun, and Xu Sheng leading the charge.
Their hands clapped so hard they were nearly red.
--System: Just a provincial first place? I’m the strongest in the universe! I can take on ten of them!--
Old Bai was quietly peeling a crisp peach nearby. This newly available fruit tasted pretty good—couldn’t always be peeling apples.
“This kid got first in the province. Honestly, I wouldn’t dare let him help out. If something goes wrong, wouldn’t Master Beixuan kill us all?” Liu Zheng sighed and shut his laptop.
Shouzhen took the peach Old Bai handed him and then passed it to the bedridden Xia Zhi.
“Is it possible that Master Beixuan already knows about this and wants Lin Mo involved? After all, didn’t Lin Mo say that Master Beixuan can foresee everything?” Xia Zhi analyzed, biting into the peach.
Old Bai picked up another peach and started peeling again, chiming in, “I think it’s very likely. After all, Lin Mo could have just stayed out of it.”
At this, everyone fell silent.
They all knew the problem, even without Lin Mo spelling it out.
Shouzhen shook his head and sighed, “Honestly, I think we’re overthinking it. If we follow Liu’s method, the real danger is actually us.
And even Master, our ancestral teacher, wouldn’t dare to take a bullet for us. Just on that alone, if we get into trouble, Lin Mo might not necessarily be affected.”
Old Bai handed the peeled peach back to Shouzhen.
Then he continued, “Whether we’re scared or not, we have to find a way to solve this problem. We just have to go all out. What’s there to fear?”
“You sound like you’re on board with that,” Liu Zheng sighed.
Still, he kept staring at his phone, hoping for a reply from Master Beixuan.
Before long, a message from an unknown number popped up.
“Doesn’t matter. I will take action.”
Just that one sentence made Liu Zheng jump to his feet.
“He’s here… Master Beixuan says he will intervene!”
Shouzhen, biting into his peach, hurried over as well.
Looking at the sentence above, he couldn’t help but ask, “But does Beixuan Zhenren actually know how to use a phone? My master ancestor doesn’t even like using one.”
Liu Zheng recalled Beixuan Zhenren in his polo shirt.
“He probably does. I think Beixuan Zhenren has pretty good taste in clothes.”
Mainly, he didn’t dare say anything bad about Beixuan Zhenren—clearly, Beixuan Zhenren could hear them talking.
So Liu Zheng decided to speak from the heart.
Shouzhen thought for a moment and said, “That polo shirt isn’t really that good-looking, I think…”
Before he could finish, there was a sharp smack in the air.
Shouzhen got lightly smacked on the back of his head.
At the same time, the phone in Liu Zheng’s hand received another message.
“I hate Quanzhen Taoists who talk behind people’s backs the most.”

ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”