Jiang Shuqin crossed her arms and spoke coldly, "It's a good thing we've cut ties with Lin Xuan. Otherwise, if he were to embarrass himself in such an important competition in front of the entire nation, not only would he lose face, but he would also drag the Lin family into ridicule."
Lin Qingwan felt a deep ache in her heart.
The prejudice against Xiao Xuan was truly too much.
"Let's just wait and see how Lin Xuan humiliates himself. He’s overestimating his abilities!"
Jiang Shuqin had already assumed the posture of someone ready to enjoy the show.
When Lin Chang heard the host announce that Su Corporation had provided a total of 60 million in prize money, he immediately thought that Su Corporation would send a representative.
He scanned the audience.
And there, in the front row of the spectator seats, he spotted Su Hua!
Su Hua had actually come in person!
Lin Chang's eyes lit up. Su Hua must have come for Li'er, definitely for Li'er!
After all, Li'er was the most outstanding one here. Winning the MVP for the championship team was undoubtedly within his grasp.
Su Hua had taken notice of Li'er!
The host finished introducing all the contestants and, with a smile, continued, "I won't waste any more words."
"Let me explain the rules of this competition."
"There are three rounds in total, each worth 100 points. One contestant will be selected to compete in each round."
"After the three rounds, the total score will determine the champion, runner-up, and third place. Then, based on the performance of the three members of the winning team, the judges will select the MVP, who will receive a prize of 50 million!"
"Now, let's proceed to the first round."
Lin Xuan sat on the sidelines with his eyes closed, seemingly resting, but in reality, his consciousness had entered a special space.
He was currently preparing to develop an underground organization, which meant his combat skills had to be strong. If necessary, he could also resort to less-than-honorable methods.
In this space, there was a wealth of knowledge from otherworldly realms. One of these realms excelled in the use of poison.
He planned to thoroughly study the art of poison-making.
Mastering poison would be of great use in developing his underground organization.
The competition progressed with intense tension.
Three hours passed, and two matches had been completed.
In the second round, Wang Dahe made a strong push, turning the tide for Qinghua University from being eight points behind to leading Yundu University by one point.
"I didn’t expect Wang Dahe from Qinghua University to be so capable," the team leader thought, sensing that this competition would not be easy.
This unassuming Wang Dahe had displayed strength surpassing even Lin Li's.
Qinghua University had chosen Lin Xuan as their final, trump card for a reason.
But Lin Xuan's previous performances had been nothing short of disastrous.
Lin Li scoffed, "What’s there to fear from Lin Xuan? If he were truly skilled, Qinghua University would have sent him to the computer competition earlier."
"Coach Lin, don’t worry. I’ll definitely surpass Qinghua University’s total score and bring the championship back to Yundu University."
And he would do so by crushing Lin Xuan with an overwhelming margin.
He wanted his parents and sisters to see just how vast the gap was between him and Lin Xuan.
Su Hua was also here.
He wanted Su Hua to see just how useless Lin Xuan was!
Perhaps it would even make Su Hua grow impatient with Lin Xuan.
"Lin Li, no matter what, it’s better to be cautious. Don’t let your guard down," the team leader advised, still uneasy.
"Alright, I understand."
On stage, the host held the microphone and announced,
"The rankings for this competition are displayed on the screen behind me. As you can see, Qinghua University is currently in first place, with Yundu University trailing closely behind."
"There’s only a one-point difference between them. Now, let’s proceed to the third and final round."
"This final round consists of ten questions, each worth ten points. You will need to solve them one by one within a two-hour time limit."
"Special mention: three of these questions were designed by Professors Qian Hong and Xue Wenbo, both of whom are present here to watch the competition."
Lin Li’s heart burned with excitement.
Qian Hong and Xue Wenbo had personally designed the questions—could they be here to scout for disciples?
If he could become a disciple of either of them, not only would his computer skills improve significantly, but their connections would also be invaluable resources.
No matter what, he had to perform exceptionally well this time!
Lin Xuan, Lin Li, and three other students stepped onto the stage, each sitting in front of a computer.
The screen behind them displayed the contents of their computers.
To add pressure, there was also a small screen in front of them showing each contestant’s progress in real-time.
Jiang Shuqin smiled and said, "Li’er is on stage now. He’ll definitely finish these questions quickly."
"With Li’er’s skills, his score will surely lead by a wide margin."
Lin Chang sat up straight in his seat.
Su Hua was here, and two giants in the computer industry had also appeared.
If Li’er performed well, he might even gain their favor.
At the Su family mansion, Old Master Li stroked his beard and said, "This Lin Li—my granddaughter mentioned him before. He won the national college computer competition last year. He should be able to lead Yundu University to victory over Qinghua University this time."
"I’m actually quite optimistic about that student named Lin Xuan," Old Master Su said with a smile, his eyes narrowing.
This was his grandson-in-law, after all. He had to show some support!
"Lin Xuan? Who’s that?" Old Master Li asked, puzzled.
"The most handsome one, sitting next to Lin Li," Su Guoxiong explained with a chuckle.
"Him?" Old Master Li glanced at Lin Xuan and shook his head. "I don’t think he’s up to par."
"Why not?" Su Guoxiong frowned.
"He’s too good-looking," Old Master Li said seriously. "People like that usually don’t have much talent."
Old Master Su rolled his eyes. "Is my granddaughter not good-looking? Does she lack talent?"
Old Master Li was left speechless.
Old Master Su snorted.
Soon, they would all see just how capable Xiao Xuan was.
"The countdown begins now."
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
"Begin!"
As soon as the host’s words fell, the ten computer problems appeared on their screens.
Lin Li glanced at Lin Xuan, a cold smirk curling his lips.
He couldn’t wait to see how Lin Xuan would embarrass himself this time.
Lin Li began solving the problems in order.
After reading the first question, he started typing on the keyboard, lines of code appearing on the screen.
Lin Xuan calmly scanned through all ten questions.
Then, he laid his head on the desk.
And just like that, he fell into a deep sleep.
The entire audience: "???"
He’s sleeping? Just like that?
Even the host was stunned.
This was the first time someone had fallen asleep during a competition.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
