No way, or else if one school is too strong, others have no chance to play.
Of course, a school that has a fifth-grade student will still have the honorary first title even if they lose the competition.
Theoretically, this national Wuda event has nothing to do with their first-year students.
The main players are usually third or fourth-year students.
If a second-year student can make it to the bench, itâs already a huge honor.
"The year-end results of each Wuda are related to the Ministry of Educationâs resource allocation for next year. Dongwu will definitely send Meng Yang to anchor the team.
"If others in Dongwu can win, Meng Yang is just a substitute. If Mu Cheng is too strong, Meng Yang will definitely come out.
"I feel sorry for West Martial."
Bai Xiaolong sighed, his eyes full of melancholy.
"I think youâre overthinking. Even if you were still a fourth-grade, youâd still lose to Meng Yang, and the outcome would be the same as now.
"This year, West Martial is bound to lose. Isnât there still the honorary champion? You play a big role."
Su Yue glanced at Bai Xiaolong.
Why are you feeling guilty?
As if you could defeat Meng Yang just by entering the battle. You were his defeated opponent, how forgetful.
Breaking through early and being banned by the Ministry of Education is also a dignified way.
Moreover, because of you being fifth-grade, even if West Martial loses, itâs still honorary first, and resources wonât be stripped much. The principal doesnât know how happy he is smiling.
"Can you stop mentioning my loss? Thatâs all in the past."
Bai Xiaolong frowned.
Doesnât it just tear at your heart?
Being openly defeated by Meng Yang was a blemish on oneâs life.
"Sigh, actually Su Yue, what you said is true.
"West Martial has been the champion for many years, and other Wuda have long been dissatisfied, letâs give others a chance."
"But your girlfriend might be under a bit more pressure, she has always been strong, letâs hope she doesnât become the last among the four major academies."
Bai Xiaolong laughed again.
"Shouldnât happen, if it really doesnât work, I, her husband, will have to step in and correct the wrongs."
Su Yue sighed.
Riding on the rainbow clouds, turning the tide, itâs a bit romantic.
"Kid, youâre overthinking.
"For a first-year student like you, getting on the bench is already a miracle.
"Donât underestimate Wuda, there are many strong ones, youâre still too weak, even Mu Chengâs pursuers are too proud to bully you."
Bai Xiaolong laughed heartily.
Indeed, Su Yue did a few groundbreaking things.
But everyone knows that there was a lot of coincidence in these events.
Luck is part of strength, no one denies that.
But in the ring, itâs a decisive one-on-one battle, only about skill, unrelated to luck.
Su Yueâs strength among the second grade is probably decent.
But in the ring battle, itâs the realm of the third-grade peak, even fourth grade.
Thereâs even someone like Meng Yang, a fourth-grade peak troublemaker.
The four major academies, the Warring States Military Academy, all the fourth years have strong fourth-grade ones, these peopleâs backgrounds are deep, all are not ordinary people.
Su Yue got a bit carried away.
"Weâll see when the time comes."
Su Yue smiled slightly.
If I can get the planks in the Tree Banner Garrison Camp, my Qi aperture will reach an unprecedented 90.
By then, training in the East Battle Dao, the speed will soar.
By the end of the year, maybe I can really reach third grade.
I have to say Iâm superior to the Qi ring third grade, with Qi Blood over 1000.
While a normal fourth-grade early stage is just over 1000, their fourth-grade peak is 2000.
Breaking the 2000 barrier is a basic condition for breaking through to fifth grade.
And for Su Yue, 1000 at third-grade early stage, 2000 at third-grade peak, only then can he barely challenge fourth grade, one realm behind others.
Itâs desperate to think about it.
Each step is twice as hard as others.
Actually, Bai Xiaolong doesnât know that Su Yue has already crossed the 500 limit, he can now confront the third grade directly.
Facing third-year students, Su Yue is not intimidated.
"Letâs not talk about these discouraging things, Mu Cheng should handle all this, sheâs the next student council president, trust her.
"Tomorrow is the mining period, in case of any accident, make sure to protect yourself, I should be following five seniors for defense."
Bai Xiaolong said.
Actually yesterday, someone suggested Su Yue go back first.
On the day of the mining period, itâs very likely to encounter attacks from other races.
At this time, Jiao Qingyuan will be extremely weak, unable to take care of this place.
Although they just experienced a big battle, theoretically, other races wonât come to die, but in the humid realm, thereâs no 100% safety.
But after discussion, everyone gave up the idea of letting Su Yue go home early.
To talk about danger, who isnât in danger?
Su Yue is not a Qi and Blood Martial Artist.
If he dares not face a little crisis, it also contradicts their initial intention of cultivating Su Yue.
Finally, everyone agreed again to let Su Yue stay and see the mining firsthand.
"Hmm, Iâll be careful myself, if I encounter danger, Iâll run first, making sure not to get you involved, I run faster than a donkey."
Su Yue nodded.
When it comes to running, no one is more skilled than me.
"Donkey... damn, a hardcore metaphor."
Bai Xiaolong nodded.
Make sure youâre not caught by the Yangxiang Race, and then cooked into donkey-hide gelatin on Earth, selling through MLM... too far-fetched.
"Youâre a gold elephant bone, right?"
Su Yue asked again.
"Yep, gold elephant bone."
Bai Xiaolong replied.
"When can you become a Grandmaster?"
Su Yue asked again.
"Optimistically, ten years."
"The thing I regret most now is not persevering back then, not taking a step forward to platinum elephant bone.