[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse":3,"chapter-from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-4":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","From Special Forces to the Multiverse",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2315054,4527,"Chapter 4: Preparing for the College Entrance Exam","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-4",4,"\u003Cp>“Zhang Chu’an, let’s have a sparring match.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Cunxin watched Zhang Chu’an with great interest; though Zhang Chu’an had merely tripped that thief, his timing and speed were impeccable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He concealed himself among the crowd to avoid detection—had her observation not been sharp, she would never have noticed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by his performance, his skills were certainly not weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how could Zhang Chu’an possibly spar with Ye Cunxin? He was an immortal—even without activating the Golden Light Spell or Thunder Art, he was no ordinary person; fighting her would expose his true strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fight a woman? Win, and you’re bullying her; lose, and you’re worse than a woman. Either way, you’re not a real man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since you won’t spar with a woman, then get ready to be beaten by one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhang Chu’an could react, Ye Cunxin launched an attack. In moments, he was left bruised and swollen; seeing he refused to fight back, she stamped her foot in fury and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhang Chu’an—who had refused to strike back—grabbed her leg and shouted for her not to go, then pulled out his phone and dialed 110 to report the assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Zhang Chu’an’s parents in this world excitedly gripped Ye Cunxin’s hand and said, “Miss, when will you spar with my son again? Don’t worry about us, don’t hold back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Cunxin and her mother Zhang Haiyan looked utterly embarrassed; though their family was wealthy, being extorted felt terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chu’an’s parents were delighted—after just one night, they’d gained a new apartment in the city center, even if it came at the cost of their son getting beaten. But their son was always tough as leather; this beating was worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chu’an didn’t feel cheated either—he’d taken far worse beatings in the past and never gotten an apartment out of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d just run into a sucker. Ye Cunxin glared at Zhang Chu’an in fury: “Hey, using a sparring match to call the police—what kind of man are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, big sister, I never agreed to spar with you. This is unprovoked assault.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chu’an said innocently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why wouldn’t you spar with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Cunxin pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Simple: win, and I’m bullying a woman; lose, and I’m worse than a woman. Better to let you beat me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You vent your anger, I get an apartment. It’s a win-win.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Cunxin was so furious her liver ached, but after considering the outcome, she gave up—this Zhang Chu’an had none of the spirit of a martial artist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the contempt in Ye Cunxin’s eyes, Zhang Chu’an smiled knowingly and paid it no mind—everyone lives their own way; why care about others’ scorn?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaofan was reading in the library, chatting with his childhood friend Zhuang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiaofan, you’re applying to the National University of Defense Technology?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuang Yan asked curiously; for some time now, Zhang Xiaofan had been gathering information about the university, and it was clear he intended to apply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. I want to become a soldier protecting national security.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiaofan said firmly. Seeing his expression, Zhuang Yan knew Zhang Xiaofan would definitely enter military school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew his childhood friend too well—he was stubborn as hell, and even in marathon races, Zhuang Yan had never once beaten him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that he lacked physical strength; it was that when he set his mind to something, he went utterly insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you applying to military school? After all, your girlfriend Xiao Ying wants to join the army—you could be together there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiaofan asked with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh, you know my dream is to be a director—I’m applying to the Drama Academy. Even if I go to the army, it’s just to be with Xiao Ying. Being a soldier isn’t my dream.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Zhuang Yan’s complete lack of interest in the military, Zhang Xiaofan stopped urging him—he’d go himself and truly stay there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, everyone has their own path. But to fulfill our dreams, we must first get into our dream universities.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiaofan smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With our grades, getting into the Drama Academy or National University of Defense Technology is a cinch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuang Yan chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Zhuang Yan’s carefree grin, Zhang Xiaofan remembered how, in the future, he would lose Xiao Ying and sink into a decade of despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never felt the pain of losing a loved one—but the words he’d read in the book had shaken him to his core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine Yin Spirits, Celestial Demons, and Gods\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I offer my flesh and blood as sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through three lives, seven reincarnations, forever doomed to Hell,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All for love—I would not regret even death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grieved for the woman who had taken the Sword of Annihilation to protect her beloved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He read every book by Xiao Ding—but in the end, he could not bring him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His parents dead, his beloved dead saving him, his master and mistress slain—those who had raised him with boundless kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing The Zhuxian , Zhang Xiaofan felt he might collapse. Some things he did not want to happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they happened, he was the gentle, simple boy from Cao Miao Village: Zhang Xiaofan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After they happened, he became the blood-soaked Ghost Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Yunfei, Pu Zhi—some things you should not have done. Some people you should not have touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of killing intent passed through Zhang Xiaofan’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiaofan said nothing and quietly returned to studying with Zhuang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the day of the college entrance exam, the four sat in their respective examination halls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chu’an: “Lords, please carry me, lift me up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiaofan: “My science section is definitely the best here. Let me handle the science section.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Huaishang: “My Chinese is the best, but the essay is up to you guys.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing: “I’ll aim for a perfect score in math.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chu’an sat in the exam hall, watching the chat group’s elite, his heart racing—this was what it felt like to be carried by masters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Guo’s math score would surely be perfect; even if he underperformed, he’d still get 140.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiaofan’s science score would be 290–300; even if he underperformed, he’d still get 280.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Huaishang’s Chinese scores were always above 143; even if he underperformed, he’d get 133—minus 15 for the essay, still a floor of 118.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without English, they already had 538 points—and that was each of them underestimating by ten points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this, if he scored 100 in English, he’d get into the National University of Defense Technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, his English was solid—he always scored 140, and even if he underperformed, he’d still get 130.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s already 668 points—and he could still discuss with them in the chat group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tense college entrance exam raged on. The first subject, Chinese: Nie Huaishang led, the other four assisted in solving the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the following subjects, each person took the lead in their strongest area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they walked out of the exam hall, all four were radiant with confidence—this exam was secured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The families of the four were delighted by their confident expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chu’an: “Do you think we’ll break 700?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing: “Forget the rest—I’m sure Huaishang will hit 700. He’s got the essay bonus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Huaishang: “No way. I intentionally got a few wrong, kept my score between 660 and 680. Too high would look suspicious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All four had deliberately capped their scores—just enough to guarantee admission to the National University of Defense Technology.\u003C\u002Fp>",1246,"2026-06-20T13:48:22.834Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","77cea8323f2657a6c5c67d1fa472e39039b70639ef07f3267533468247627ab1","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-5","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-3",205,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]