Atlas of Heaven and Man

At the old building exam hall, they waited until twelve o'clock, and the entire morning passed, but the exam still hadn't started.

Some clever people thought that the academy might be doing this intentionally, to test their patience and perseverance, and that this should also be part of the assessment and grading; most candidates agreed that this was likely the case.

After all, the retest was based on a grading system, with the final result determined by the examiners' scores, and how they assessed was a very subjective thing. Besides the performance inside the hall, perhaps they also looked at each person's specific behavior outside the hall?

Of course, if a candidate could directly defeat the senior student in charge of the confrontation, they would pass directly, without the need for additional scoring. However, most people didn't have this idea, and just wanted to perform as well as possible, which was something they could actually do.

The female teacher stood there the whole time, and after several hours, even her posture hadn't changed, which made the candidates below afraid to move around casually. They could only take advantage of drinking water or going to the bathroom to move around a bit, but they didn't dare to do it too frequently, and some people were even holding it in.

At this moment, the female teacher turned her head and saw someone outside waving to her, so she walked out. After a while, she came back and said, "Candidates can rest for half an hour. Be careful not to stray too far from the exam hall. The exam hall will be closed at 12:45. Those who are late will be disqualified from the exam."

The candidates finally breathed a sigh of relief, and one by one, they couldn't wait to get up and move around. Sitting still for so long was uncomfortable.

At this time, a small, chubby boy with a round head and a sturdy body stood up and took out a large bag of beef jerky from his bag. Each piece was individually wrapped. He distributed them to the candidates around him and said, "Classmates, this is beef jerky made by my family. Have a piece, it's very filling."

He handed them out to the candidates nearby, one by one. Chen Chuan was close, only a few seats away, so he was also offered one. He said thank you, took it, but didn't eat it right away, instead putting it in his pocket. He had eaten three energy bars when he came, and he hadn't used much energy sitting there in the morning, so he wasn't hungry now.

The little chubby boy enthusiastically went to distribute them to the other students. Many people were hungry from waiting, and they thanked him and accepted the beef jerky.

However, some people refused directly, only eating the food they brought themselves, while others didn't give him a good look at all, telling him to stay away.

The little chubby boy wasn't angry. He smiled and took out a stack of advertising papers from his bag, distributing them to the candidates who had accepted the beef jerky, saying that if everyone liked it, they could go to his family's Korean restaurant to eat. As long as they were students of Wu Yi, they would definitely get a 50% discount, and if they passed the retest, the meal would be free.

After eating something, the candidates couldn't hold back any longer and started talking to each other. Fang Zhiming couldn't help but strike up a conversation with Chen Chuan, who was sitting next to him. He asked, "Classmate Chen? How many years have you been practicing?"

Chen Chuan said, "Not long."

Fang Zhiming said, "Hey, not long for me either. There was an old man in our town who taught boxing. I was curious and followed along for a while. The old man said I had talent, so my parents mortgaged a house and raised some money to hire a teacher for me. I practiced every morning and evening, and I've been doing that for two years..."

He took a bite of beef jerky and said in a muffled voice, "To be honest, I'm not confident. I couldn't believe it when the academy said I passed the preliminary exam. But the teacher said that only passing the retest counts as a real Wu Yi student, and just passing the entrance exam doesn't count. Since I passed the preliminary exam, I'll come and try."

Perhaps to relieve his nervousness, he couldn't stop talking once he started. Chen Chuan sat there listening, not showing any impatience.

At this moment, in exam hall number three, Wei Dong heard the announcement of the break and jumped up. He didn't sit or stand properly, but squatted on the chair, constantly twisting and looking around.

The candidate next to him was eating and was already feeling irritable. He couldn't take it anymore and couldn't help but say, "What are you looking at? Can't you come down? Aren't you tired?"

Wei Dong said, "I have a friend I know who hasn't come. Did he forget about the exam today?"

The candidate said angrily, "There's more than one exam hall. The person you're looking for might be in another exam hall."

"There's more than one exam hall?" Wei Dong suddenly realized.

Seeing that he finally understood, the candidate felt like a burden had been lifted. But after a while, seeing that he was still squatting there, he angrily said, "Are you a monkey? Can't you sit down?"

Wei Dong said, "Are you scolding me? You scolded me, right?"

The candidate was also angry and stood up abruptly, saying, "What if I scold you? Do you want to fight? I'll accompany you to the end!"

"Okay, now?"

Wei Dong also jumped down, eager to try.

The candidate was stunned by his excited appearance and said in a low voice, "Are you crazy? Don't you want to take the exam? Aren't you afraid of being disqualified?"

Wei Dong just stared at him, as if he didn't care about anything else.

Seeing that he really wanted to fight, the candidate felt his scalp tingle for a moment. He turned his face away and sat back down without saying a word. Forget it, he couldn't afford to provoke him.

The teachers in charge of the exam were relieved to finally see him arrive, their tension easing. Teacher Ning, who had been accompanying them, cautiously asked, "Director Jiang, can we sign now?"

Director Jiang hummed in agreement.

The assistant immediately handed over the list of candidates. After reviewing it, he signed his name at the bottom and said, "Let's begin. Let's be efficient; the candidates have worked hard, and we should show some consideration."

Teacher Ning took the list, breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately walked aside, urgently instructing the assistant teachers. These teachers also quickly left.

The assistant then approached Director Jiang and asked, "Director, which examination room would you like to observe?"

"Hmm, let's take a look at all of them," Director Jiang said, as if remembering something. "By the way, I heard that examination rooms three and four are more challenging?"

The assistant replied, "Yes, there are many high-level candidates there, so we have also arranged some high-level senior students accordingly."

Director Jiang said, "Let's go. Let's go to examination room one first and take a look."

Inside examination room four, the door was pushed open, and an assistant teacher hurried in with a list, handing it to the female teacher. The latter took it and announced, "Begin calling out the numbers."

A chorus of soft cheers and sighs of relief immediately rang out in the room, but her sharp gaze quickly silenced them. No one wanted to be kicked out at this point.

The female teacher said, "Students whose numbers are called, go to the corresponding test center. 'Number 115, Number 218, Number 93, the above three candidates go to test center one; Number 3, Number 9, Number 492, go to test center two; Number 207, Number 100...'"

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As she called out the numbers one by one, the candidates realized that this retest was not following the numerical order.

Chen Chuan immediately realized that even those ranked later could not rest easy and needed to maintain constant attention and focus. This was likely an intentional arrangement by the school.

Listening to the numbers being called, it was easy to determine that examination room four had a total of five test centers, numbered one to five. This corresponded to the information previously received about the five senior students, but it was hard to say which one they would encounter.

At this moment, the door at the back, close to the inside of the building, which had been tightly closed, opened. The first batch of candidates whose numbers were called left through here, heading towards different test centers along a wide, U-shaped corridor.

After only about seven or eight minutes, the next batch of candidates was called, indicating that the process was not slow.

However, as the examination progressed, injured candidates began to appear. The school did not hide this; everyone could see, through the open doors and windows, one or two candidates being carried out, either unconscious or with broken bones.

However, the candidates had already experienced this during the entrance exam, and the retest would only be more rigorous, so everyone was more or less mentally prepared.

An hour later, the senior students responsible for the assessment rotated, during which the candidates were allowed to rest. Information about these senior students was also posted on a public bulletin board and became known to the candidates, leading to much discussion.

"Today won't be easy. That test center three has a senior student named Tai Dongwei. My brother said that this person is very powerful and very good at hand-to-hand combat. I really don't want to run into him."

Many candidates nodded. Although the information on the profile was not extensive, just looking at the surface, this person was 1.95 meters tall and weighed 98 kilograms. Just thinking about it was intimidating.

After all, they were all young people. Most people's bodies had not yet fully developed. Even after some training, let alone experience, the peak of strength and physique was far from being reached. Encountering such a person, they probably wouldn't last a round, which would leave no room to show their skills. Without showing their skills, what was there to talk about in terms of scoring?

"Zhou Xinrou from test center one is 1.85 meters tall, 82 kilograms, a third-year student, and a grappling expert. The students whose joints were broken were said to have encountered her."

"And Zhong Wu from test center five is even more outrageous, 2.02 meters tall, 221 kilograms, a third-year student, especially skilled in wrestling and grappling. This is too much!"

The candidates' faces turned pale, and their foreheads were sweating as they hurriedly flipped through the information in their hands again, hoping to find something useful.

Chen Chuan thought for a moment that because the senior students responsible for the assessment would rotate and rest, theoretically, only a small portion of the candidates present would actually encounter these people.

However, the numbers were not called in order, so who would face whom might have been arranged in advance.

He looked at Fang Zhiming, seeing him staring nervously at the information, and asked, "Fang, did you receive assistance from the Mutual Aid Society before?"

"Huh? Ah? That..." Fang Zhiming scratched his head and said, "My dad said not to trust those sponsors who actively lend you money, so I didn't accept it..."

Chen Chuan hummed in agreement. If it was as he thought, then those who refused the Mutual Aid Society, including him, were likely the ones who would face these senior students.

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