No.1: Shude High Academy – Yan Qiye
No.2: Zhenhai High Academy – Xu Changsheng
No.3: Flame City Private Academy – Su Cheng
No.4: Nara High Academy – Izayoi Sakiaki
No.5: Hotchkiss Academy – Austin Adam
No.6: Shude High Academy – Chu Beixuan
No.7: Yanshan High Academy – Xiao Zhan
No.8: Zhenyan High Academy – Wang Teng
"The top eight list is out!"
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After changing his clothes and returning to the competitors' seats, Su Cheng looked at the screen displaying the top eight information. He instinctively squinted like an old man on the subway, his face filled with confusion and bewilderment.
He couldn't help but feel that these names seemed destined to win, while he felt like a Husky that had somehow wandered into a pack of wolves—utterly out of place.
"I'll go to the restroom first."
Seeing that there was still half an hour before the match began, Su Cheng left his seat and headed for the restroom.
As soon as he entered, he noticed a young man standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair. The boy glanced at Su Cheng briefly before returning to his grooming.
His face exuded a sense of determination, his eyes sharp and full of life, and his thick, sword-like eyebrows gave him a strikingly handsome appearance. He also carried an innate air of confidence.
His charm was no less than Su Cheng's.
It was Chu Beixuan.
His next opponent.
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"The scene now is from Target Range No. 3."
"Su Cheng versus Chu Beixuan."
"These two competitors might already be familiar to many of you, but let me emphasize once again—both are first-time participants in this competition, and they have stormed into the top eight like dark horses!"
"Now entering the field is Su Cheng from Flame City Private Academy. According to reliable sources, this competitor only started practicing archery this year. With just one month of training, he has made it to the top eight. His talent is astonishing! Moreover, during the round of 16, he entered a state of complete focus with his eyes closed and delivered a miraculous final shot to turn the tables. Truly breathtaking!"
As the commentator finished speaking, the audience erupted into enthusiastic applause.
"Although many netizens jokingly call his final shot the 'Lucky Arrow,' I believe it's also a testament to his skill. So, let's not underestimate his natural talent!"
"Absolutely! To reach the top eight with just one month of practice is nothing short of extraordinary. It's almost a miracle. Regardless of how this competition turns out, we can expect him to soar to great heights in the future!"
The commentator's words left the audience in brief contemplation, while on the screen, Su Cheng had already entered the field.
He looked like a stoic sculpture—serious and distant, unwilling to engage with others.
**Ji Family Villa**
At this moment, the TV commentator was introducing Chu Beixuan, but Ji Qingyi and Ji Yuewu, sitting in front of the television, remained expressionless, showing no emotional reaction.
"Now, Su Cheng is taking his first shot. According to the competition records, his hit rate is 90%."
"Thud~"
"Beautiful! Right on the bullseye!"
As the commentator spoke, the audience erupted into applause once again. The next moment, the camera shifted to Chu Beixuan.
"Chu Beixuan has a hit rate of 95%, and aside from hitting the bullseye, all his other shots land within one centimeter of the center. Such terrifying precision!"
Before the commentator could finish, Chu Beixuan had already released his first arrow.
"Thud~"
"Perfect! He also hits the bullseye."
Applause rang out, but Chu Beixuan remained expressionless as he put away his bow. The camera then switched to other target ranges.
Meanwhile, Ji Qingyi and Ji Yuewu began a new round of discussion.
"It's over."
Ji Qingyi's tone was slightly grave, while Ji Yuewu furrowed her brows.
"His opponent's momentum is continuously rising."
Ji Qingyi picked up her teacup, took a sip, and continued, "This guy, Chu Beixuan, will soon reach the peak of physical and mental coordination, entering an unconscious state where he can fire a perfect shot with his eyes closed."
"What's the hit rate of that shot?"
Ji Yuewu raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Accurate and unstoppable."
Ji Qingyi nodded, and Ji Yuewu fell into deep thought before asking, "How many shots like that can he make?"
"One."
Ji Qingyi uttered the word.
"Then Su Cheng just needs to fire two shots to win."
Ji Yuewu spoke calmly, but Ji Qingyi frowned. "You're really bold. Su Cheng's hit rate is less than 20%. Even if he hits one shot, it's mostly luck."
Ji Yuewu pursed her lips, offering no rebuttal.
Meanwhile, on the screen, the focus returned to Target Range No. 3.
"Let's take a look at the scoreboard."
"Su Cheng has hit eight out of eight shots."
"Chu Beixuan has hit seven out of seven, and he's now preparing to take his eighth shot."
"Wait!"
"Chu Beixuan… he… he closed his eyes."
"Could it be…"
Before the commentator could finish, the screen showed Chu Beixuan closing his eyes, and an overwhelming aura erupted from his body!
At that moment, the entire range fell into complete silence!
Everyone's eyes were glued to the screen, wide with anticipation.
**In the Audience Seats**
"He's copying Su Cheng!"
Xuan Ying pointed at the screen, clearly unhappy. "How sneaky!"
Holding a rabbit plushie, her chest rose and fell in agitation, clearly upset.
The plushie was a gift from Li Guanqi, who told her that Su Cheng had won it for her at a stall.
When she heard the news, she was so excited she almost jumped for joy!
She treated the plushie like a treasure, clutching it tightly, afraid to let go, and even decided to frame it when she got home.
The others around her also held different plushies, but unlike Xuan Ying, they weren't angry. Instead, they held their breath, watching the screen intently, not wanting to miss a single detail.
**Villa Area**
Cornelia waved her little fists in the air, chanting in a strangely mesmerizing tone, "Miss, miss, miss~!"
Beside her, Ailiya joined in, offering her best wishes: "He'll definitely hit it! Chu Beixuan's skills are godlike, flawless. He's absolutely going to win!"
"Whoosh~"
Chu Beixuan released the arrow.
Everyone held their breath—whether in the audience seats, like Xuan Ying and Li Guanqi, or in front of the TV, like Cornelia and Ailiya—they all gripped their clothes tightly, their hearts in their throats.
"Thud~"
The sound of the arrow hitting the target echoed!
Bullseye.
In that instant, everyone gasped in awe!
Chu Beixuan slowly opened his eyes.
At the same time, the audience erupted into thunderous applause.
"Incredible! That arrow went in several centimeters!"
"Did you notice? Even the sound of the target changed!"
"That shot could pierce through metal and shatter stone!"
The commentators' voices were filled with excitement and awe, clearly exhilarated by what they had just witnessed.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.”
