Chapter 87: 200 Against Our 20?

Beijing.

As the political and cultural center of Long Nation, its prosperity far surpasses that of Jianghai City.

Lin Mo and the others took a taxi to Beijing University.

Before them rose a massive, imposing gate.

The gate stood dozens of meters tall.

On either side, stone pillars were carved with lifelike dragons, their heads raised as if about to burst free and soar into the clouds.

Above the gate, the golden characters “Beijing University” swirled with power, radiating an aura of authority.

Holy shit, so majestic! Several times bigger than the entrances of malls in our metropolis!

Han Mengqing gaped as she gestured wildly, “I feel like an ant.”

Han Mengyao stood beside her, glancing at her sister, “That’s to instill reverence. And don’t act like you’ve never seen the world—it’s embarrassing.”

“Pfft, it really is that big.”

Han Mengqing pouted.

Lin Mo adjusted his collar and stepped forward:

“Let’s go, take a look inside.”

The four walked toward the gate.

Most first-year students were still on summer break, leaving the vast gate area quiet.

A few guards were on duty, scanning the surroundings.

When their gazes fell on Lin Mo and the others, they fixed on their chests.

Golden dragons coiled around blades, four badges gleaming in the sunlight.

The lead guard didn’t hesitate—he pressed the controller in his hand.

The gate slowly swung open on both sides.

Han Mengqing lifted her chin and strode in, waving cheerfully past the guards:

“Thanks, Uncle! Must be tough standing guard in this heat!”

Chu Lingxuan walked past with her head down, murmuring:

“Thank you, sorry to trouble you.”

Han Mengyao stared straight ahead, giving a slight nod.

Lin Mo brought up the rear, smiling at the guard:

“Thanks.”

They passed through the gate.

In the distance, a single elegant sunshade stood alone on a lawn.

A banner hung above it: [Dragon Order Class New Student Reception].

Beneath it sat a girl with long hair, idly scrolling on her phone.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up and immediately came forward.

“Hi there! Finally, you’ve arrived.”

She smiled warmly and extended her hand:

“I’m Gu Qingge, a second-year student at Beijing University, assigned to welcome this year’s Dragon Order Class.”

“Welcome to Beijing University~”

“Senior! I’m Han Mengqing!”

Han Mengqing grabbed the senior’s hand with ease, “Your skin is so smooth—what brand of skincare do you use?”

Gu Qingge paused, then laughed:

“Thank you, I’ll recommend some to you later.”

After the other three introduced themselves, Gu Qingge’s gaze settled on Lin Mo.

“Oh! You’re the number one! I didn’t expect you to be this handsome.”

“Our group went wild—everyone’s curious how a blank mage could outshine everyone else!”

Lin Mo shrugged and smiled, “Senior, you flatter me. I am handsome, sure, but the number one? Just lucky.”

“Pfft.”

Gu Qingge covered her mouth with her hand, laughing softly, “Alright, let me take you to the dorms—we can chat as we walk.”

…

Beijing University’s campus was enormous.

Gu Qingge walked while enthusiastically explaining:

“On the left is the library—it holds nearly all historical records, skill compendiums, dungeon guides, and monster catalogs since the Great Cataclysm.”

“Over there is the Technology Lab.”

“This is our first cafeteria—heard a new chef arrived, and his cooking is incredible!”

At the mention of food, Han Mengqing’s eyes lit up, nodding frantically as she took notes.

After passing through a teaching zone, they reached a vast square.

In the center stood a ten-meter-tall humanoid statue.

It depicted an old man, staff in hand, gazing deeply into the distance.

Gu Qingge stopped, looking up at the statue with reverence:

“This is Zhang Wuyi, our nation’s legendary Magic God.”

“He was the first—and only in history—a triple-element Magic God, using the terrifying power of fire, wind, and water to lead Long Nation out of the Dark Age…”

Lin Mo followed Gu Qingge’s gaze.

On the statue’s pedestal, a line of large characters was carved:

【With my flesh and blood, I forge the backbone of Long Nation. With my strength, I guard the eternal prosperity of Great Xia.】

Lin Mo’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes flickering.

A heavy weight pressed upon him.

Han Mengqing pouted.

“Triple-element Magic God? Pfft, our Lin Mo boss is also three…”

“Mmmph—!!!”

Before she could finish, Han Mengyao clamped a hand over her mouth.

“What?”

Gu Qingge turned back, puzzled.

“Nothing.”

Han Mengyao smiled faintly, “Lin Mo hasn’t bathed in three days—take us to the dorms, please.”

Lin Mo: “...”

That was too cautious.

He didn’t think it necessary.

In a world where strength ruled, concealing one’s power was wise.

But more often, showing one’s edge saved unnecessary trouble.

Still, Lin Mo had no intention of exposing her—let it be.

Gu Qingge didn’t press further.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and smiled:

“By the way, Dragon Order Class students, please go easy on us soon~”

“Huh?”

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, “Go easy? What do you mean?”

Gu Qingge blinked, “You don’t know? It’s an old tradition here at Beijing University.”

“Each year, the new Dragon Order Class faces off against second-year students from regular classes in a ‘friendly brawl.’”

“Brawl?”

Han Mengqing frowned, “We’re only twenty. You second-years have thousands—this is totally unfair!”

Gu Qingge shook her head, smiling, “No, no—we won’t send everyone. We’ll pick the best two hundred to spar with you...”

“What?!”

Han Mengqing’s eyes widened, “Two hundred? So each of us fights ten of you?”

Lin Mo glanced at Gu Qingge and cast a scan spell.

Damn, level 31.

They were expected to fight two hundred second-years, all around level 30?

This “tradition” was insane.

Gu Qingge spoke as if it were obvious:

“You’re the Dragon Order Class! The nation’s top geniuses, monsters among monsters.”

“If numbers were equal, how would you be tested? Besides, it’s to evaluate your combat resilience.”

Han Mengqing’s cheeks puffed out in anger:

“That’s an excuse! It’s definitely an excuse—you’re just bullying new students!”

Han Mengyao slightly frowned and said calmly:

“Senior, if I remember correctly, since this tradition began, the Dragon Order class has never won a single time, has it?”

Chu Lingxuan turned pale and exclaimed:

“Huh? Never won? That bad?”

Han Mengyao nodded:

“The numerical gap is simply too great; even the most talented struggle to overcome it.”

Hearing this, Gu Qingge smiled sweetly and said:

“Senior Han, you seem to know your history well.”

“Indeed, you’ve never won before—but this year is different…”

“This year, you have Ye Kong, an SSS-ranked Space Walker; Chu Lingxuan, a Light user… and this mysterious Senior Lin Mo.”

“Perhaps history will be rewritten in your hands?”

Gu Qingge playfully blinked, clasped her hands together, and feigned weakness:

“So please, please, go easy on us when the time comes. Getting hit really hurts, you know~ I’m terrified of pain.”

Though Gu Qingge spoke of holding back, Lin Mo could clearly sense she had no real concern in her tone.

That confidence stemmed from absolute numerical superiority and historical precedent.

The notion of “rewriting history” was merely polite flattery.

Lin Mo smiled and changed the subject:

“Senior, are we there yet?”

“Ah, we’re here, we’re here!”

Gu Qingge pointed ahead, “Just pass through this grove and you’ll reach it.”

As they spoke, the group arrived at a quiet area nestled against mountain and water.

A row of elegant, standalone villas were arranged neatly at the mountain’s foot.

“Here we are—this is your dormitory district.”

Gu Qingge pointed to the cluster of villas, a hint of envy in her eyes:

“It’s enough to make you jealous—ordinary students like us cram four to a dorm.”

“And you? One villa each…”

“The villas are assigned by list number; your door number is your sequence.”

At that moment,

a figure approached from afar.

Gu Qingge spotted the person and immediately bowed respectfully:

“Master Xu, what brings you here?”

Lin Mo turned his head at the sound.

Master Xu?

So this must be the admissions officer his father mentioned—his old classmate Xu Wenchang.