The strength is the sum of the whole class, and he is promoted to the Grandmaster level at the begin

Blue Star China, Jiangtan City.

Jiangtan No. 7 Middle School.

After Yu Xiu woke up, he followed his classmates to the playground in a daze.

"You are now in the third year of high school and have officially embarked on the journey of the martial arts exam."

"If you don't have a strong family, outstanding talents, and parents to rely on, then the martial arts exam is the only way to change your fate."

In front of the team, the principal's impassioned speech made Yu Xiu puzzled.

What the hell is the martial arts exam?

Before the doubt on his face faded, a strange memory suddenly flooded into his mind.

After a moment, Yu Xiu looked surprised. Traveling through the world of high martial arts?

"Yu Xiu!"

Just as he was thinking, the principal in front of him called out his name.

Because he was fully focused on reading the newly inherited memory just now, he didn't pay attention to what the principal said, and now he looked up with a blank face.

However, he keenly noticed that the expressions of the classmates around him were very strange, some cast sympathetic expressions, and some cast ridicule.

"Go stand in line over there!"

The classmate next to him touched Yu Xiu with his elbow, signaling him to go to the far left of the line.

Yu Xiu looked up and found that there were already three students standing there, so he walked over without thinking too much.

"Brother, why are we standing here?"

"Are you going to be criticized?"

Through memory, Yu Xiu knew that his martial arts performance in his previous life was always very poor, and he would never think of it as a commendation for himself.

"I would rather be criticized."

The male classmate replied with a bitter face.

"It's good that you are not criticized, otherwise it would be embarrassing with so many people."

"No, didn't you listen to the principal carefully just now? Our lives are going to be ruined, and you are still in the mood to joke?"

"Life is going to be ruined?" Yu Xiu asked in confusion: "Brother, what do you mean?"

"People standing here will be assigned to the poor student class. According to the previous customs of No. 7 Middle School, the poor student class does not have school resources to supplement. Students from ordinary families like us, losing supplies means that there is no hope for the martial arts exam. We have been abandoned by the school."

Hearing this, Yu Xiu's face also changed drastically.

In this world where martial arts are respected, the only way for people without background to stand out is to pass the martial arts exam and enter a good university.

Because whether it is high school or university, the school will provide resource supplements.

Resources are expensive, and ordinary families cannot afford them at all, so they can only go through the school.

"The 174 students whose names are read above will be assigned to Class 27."

Unconsciously, Yu Xiu was surrounded by people, including men and women.

At this time, both the principal and the teachers and students present all focused their attention on him.

"I think you should know that Class 27 has no substitute teacher, only the head teacher, and will lose the school's resource supplements."

When the principal said this, although the 174 students had already guessed it, it was still very painful to hear it with their own ears.

Many people couldn't help crying.

"So, now I give you a chance to choose, switch to the liberal arts exam, maybe you can be admitted to a university with a research direction, and you can also stand out in the future."

"Students who choose to switch to the liberal arts exam now, step forward."

After this, the team was silent for a moment, and many people finally took a step forward.

Yu Xiu was also struggling.

He was born in an ordinary family, and his parents were ordinary workers at the bottom of society.

If he chose to insist on the martial arts exam, without school subsidies, his family conditions would not be able to support him to enter the ranks of warriors.

If he chose the literary exam, perhaps he would not be desperate in the future, at least he would have a job.

But Yu Xiu was very unwilling.

In his previous life, he was a cow and horse at the bottom of society. Would he have to be a cow and horse after traveling through time?

But a Jedi counterattack?

Yu Xiu smiled bitterly in his heart. He had never counterattacked in his previous life until his death. What qualifications did he have now?

Just as Yu Xiu sighed and was about to move forward, a system prompt sound suddenly rang in his mind.

"Ding Dong! The God-level summation system has been bound. The host's final strength will be given by the sum of the talents, blood, and martial arts skills of all classmates."

"Since the host has not yet formed a class, when the class is formed, the system will derive the sum result based on the talents, blood, and martial arts skills of all classmates and give it to the host."

This, is this a golden finger?

Yu Xiu was immediately overjoyed.

According to the improvement system of this world, 10 points of Qi and Blood value is a ninth-grade warrior, 20 points of Qi and Blood value is an eighth-grade warrior, and so on, 100 points of Qi and Blood value is a master level.

If the total of the whole class is calculated, even the poor student class will be very powerful.

The poor student class has a Qi and Blood value that has not exceeded 5 points. If calculated according to the average value of 4 points, 100 people have 400 Qi and Blood values, and the cultivation level is the four-star master level.

Even if there are only 50 people, it is 200 Qi and Blood values, two-star master level.

Xiao Ruoyu, who is the first in the grade of No. 7 Middle School, is a genius himself, and has the support of his family. Now his strength is only a sixth-grade warrior.

I heard that the reason why Xiao Ruoyu came to No. 7 Middle School is because the principal is his second uncle. Here, many resources of the school are given priority to him.

With a family and priority supply of school resources, he is now a sixth-grade warrior.

And I, Yu Xiu!

At least I have a master level.

"What a waste of talent!"

At this moment, Yu Xiu saw so many students standing in front of the team, and his heart was bleeding. These were all his own strengths.

The poor student class is a special case in the whole school. Unlike other classes, the number of students is limited in order to allow substitute teachers to teach the course better.

The poor student class is completely free-range. There is only a class teacher, no substitute teachers, and all learning and practice are up to themselves.

In other words, even if all 174 students here stay, they will all be assigned to one class, which is Class 27.

If this is really possible, Yu Xiu's strength will reach the level of a seven-star master.

The principal has practiced for forty or fifty years, and now he is only a nine-star master.

However, Yu Xiu also knows that it is unrealistic.

He can't keep everyone.

This kind of selfish behavior cannot happen.

After all, the current choice determines the future life of these students.

Without background and school resources, the road to martial arts exams is ultimately blocked.

There may be a way out by choosing literary exams.

"Well, we are all wanderers in the world, I hope they can choose the right path."

In Yu Xiu's view, he has completely made it now. Even if only thirty or forty people stay in the end, his strength can still be superior to others.

At that time, he can show his strength and enter a better class.

When the class total is recalculated, his strength can still break through the Grandmaster level.

But it's just a matter of time.

But for these people, it's like standing at a fork in the road of life. A single thought will determine their future life path.

"Are there still people who want to switch to the liberal arts exam?"

The principal waited for a long time, and seeing that no one stood up, "Students who have already stood up can report to the liberal arts class."

"As for the students who stay to form Class 27, you..."

The principal had just said halfway when someone in the crowd suddenly roared, "I don't accept it!"