Chapter 113

113. Chapter 113: Bonus Points (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Chick Hawk Star

Spaceport Center

Fang Xing stepped out of the hovering car, dragging a suitcase and wearing sunglasses.

“Little Fang, this journey will surely lead to a brilliant future!”

Teacher Lan Fei bid him farewell with a smiling face.

After the college entrance exam, she had no obligation to accompany Fang Xing anymore, and she genuinely felt a bit lighter.

Yet, thinking of those few missions, she couldn’t help but feel a trace of regret.

“Thank you, Teacher...”

Fang Xing stepped forward and leaned close to Lan Fei’s ear, as if to give a cheek-kiss farewell.

In reality, he whispered in a voice only she could hear: “Teacher, you don’t want your secret exposed, do you...”

Watching Lan Fei’s face—shocked, flustered, then instantly masked—he was delighted, laughed a few times, and walked past the security gate.

‘How... how could he know?’

Lan Fei stared at Fang Xing’s back, covering her mouth, her heart filled with shock.

As the sole spaceport on Chick Hawk Star, security here was the strictest, with experts always stationed in the waiting hall.

Fang Xing passed security and entered the waiting hall, looking utterly at ease.

Teasing Lan Fei earlier was just a small joke—to stop her from feeling smug while spying on him.

‘Even... turn her into my spy?’

‘No, I don’t need that... In exchange for keeping her secret, all I need is for her to give me a subtle warning at some critical moment in the future—that’s enough.’

He found a seat and prepared to order a drink.

“Boss, Boss... over here!”

A middle-aged man with a full beard waved excitedly, drawing glances from nearby passengers.

But in this interstellar age, a simple gene surgery could extend life for centuries; people were used to white-haired elders calling young adults “uncle” or “aunt,” even “grandpa” or “grandma.”

“Song Jingang, you’re here too?”

Fang Xing walked over to Song Jingang, gazing at his overly mature face, unable to suppress a sigh.

This kid had grown up too fast.

“Yeah, Boss, how’d you do on the exam?”

Song Jingang sounded depressed: “I checked my answers—I think I scored 950 in humanities, but I got knocked out in the fourth round of the martial arts test, only got 99. Total is 899.”

“So total 1849? That’s solid for a top-tier university... Wait, you’ve got talent bonus points.”

Fang Xing perked up: “How much?”

“Low-tier talents get no bonus, but my ‘Jin Gang Ti’ is top-tier—should be at least 50 or 100, right?”

Song Jingang answered proudly.

“That big a range?”

Fang Xing found it odd.

“Bonus points aren’t added to the total score—they’re decided individually by each university during their own exams. Schools focused on talents might give you more to get you into their talent department... but schools like Blue Star University? Maybe 50 at most.”

Song Jingang looked uneasy: “I don’t know what the super-tier cutoff is this year... Please don’t let Blue Star University be 1900—I’ll cry.”

Only those who clear the university’s score line qualify for the school-specific exam.

Fang Xing sat here because he was utterly confident.

Song Jingang, meanwhile, was merely relaxed because he had a safety net—he was just greedy for more.

“Speaking of which, Boss... have your scores been released yet?”

Song Jingang’s eyes lit up: “Right, Boss... you left so fast—did you already know you did great and headed straight to Blue Star to avoid the hassle?”

“Yeah, that was part of the reason.”

Fang Xing admitted frankly.

His exam score might be terrifying, so it was better to get to Blue Star early.

On Blue Star, this little thing wouldn’t matter at all.

“Not out yet, but I expect it soon...”

In the interstellar age, grading was extremely fast; after one day, they were probably finalizing rankings.

But no matter what, today was the day it should be released.

“Oh? Boss, what’s your martial arts score?”

Song Jingang’s eyes darted.

He had advanced to the Fourth Realm, and the Jin Gang Ti’s defense was famously unbreakable at the same level—if...

“1044...”

Fang Xing didn’t hide it—there was no point hiding anyway; soon enough, everyone who needed to know would know.

“Whoa... forget I asked.”

Song Jingang instantly became quiet and sat down to browse the net.

“Heh... doesn’t even know the martial arts score is capped at 1000, and still dares call himself a candidate.”

Fang Xing and Song Jingang’s conversation wasn’t whispered; a stylish young couple across from them heard it.

The man sneered, then looked at Song Jingang: “Such an old guy pretending to be a candidate...”

“I’m not pretending... no, I’m not old,” Song Jingang muttered.

But the fashionable woman beside him, scrolling through her phone, suddenly spoke: “Exam results are out... Chick Hawk Star’s top scorer is Fang Xing, total score... 2030?!”

“What? Total score is only 2000, right?”

The young man’s eyes widened.

At that moment, Fang Xing was checking his message:

[Candidate: Fang Xing, Exam ID: 4jd7wj50hbw6]

[Humanities: 986, Martial Arts: 1044]

[Total Exam Score: 2030]

[Rank: Chick Hawk Star #1, Black Mountain Star System #1... Blue Star Federation #7!]

“Boss, you really are #1, Federation #7... wow...”

Song Jingang looked, filled with envy: “Now you can pick any super-tier university you want...”

“Six people still ranked above me?”

Fang Xing was slightly surprised: ‘Did they score higher in humanities? Or did they get special bonus points?’

As for martial arts?

That was already beyond question—he’d reached the absolute limit for his age group.

“The gap between first and second is huge—second place is 1849, nearly 200 points behind...”

The couple across the aisle discussed: “This year’s exam produced a true genius... hey? The second-place candidate looks ancient, haha...”

They glanced at the photo on screen, then at Song Jingang, and suddenly choked back their laughter.

“Laugh all you want... I’m used to it.”

Song Jingang replied gloomily.

“You’re really Fang Xing? Can I get your autograph?”

The fashionable woman hesitated, holding out a sticky note toward Fang Xing, who wore sunglasses.

“Of course.”

Fang Xing signed quickly, handed it back, then asked Song Jingang beside him: “I’m now one of humanity’s few geniuses—do you think cultists of some dark god will come after me, to stop me from growing strong enough to crush them?”

Song Jingang rolled his eyes, utterly exasperated: “Geniuses aren’t rare—there’s one every year. Besides, you’re not even #1, just #7... And even if you’re brilliant, can you ever grow strong enough to rival an Outer God?”

“Cultists only truly care about geniuses in science—those who can single-handedly drag entire research fields forward.”

In other words, even if Fang Xing one day became a Martial Saint or Martial God...

His impact on the grand fate of humanity would still be limited.

“You make sense—I’m relieved now.”

Fang Xing exhaled.

Song Jingang rolled his eyes again: “Boss, where do you think you are? This is the Spaceport Center—there aren’t many places on Chick Hawk Star with higher security than this. And Blue Star? Forget it—that’s humanity’s ancestral home. Even an Outer God’s true form wouldn’t dare cause trouble there...”

“Yes, that’s exactly right.”

Fang Xing nodded in agreement.

As he chatted with Song Jingang, his communicator buzzed furiously—the announcement of the exam results had sparked a massive uproar across Chick Hawk Star. Yu Cai High School.

“Hahaha...”

Lu Guangming laughed heartily: “Now who dares say my students aren’t good? This isn’t just Chick Hawk Star’s internal ranking—it’s Black Mountain System #1! Federation #7!”

“It’s all thanks to the principal’s leadership,” said Xia Long beside him, also smiling broadly.

Lu Guangming replied: “After this, I might be forced to advance further... Xia Long, how about you take my position? Most high school principals are only around External Scene level anyway.”

“Principal, spare me—I can handle disciplining those brats, but drowning in paperwork? That’s torture. Besides... I want to apply for a Source Sea-level healing pod. If everything goes well, I’ll return to the battlefield!”

Xia Long answered, his expression resolute, as if recalling something.

Xia Long, as if recalling something, answered with a resolute expression.

“You… sigh…”

Lu Guangming sighed, blowing on the steam rising from his thermos: “Why bother? People… sometimes just can’t be too stubborn. Look at me—I’m a Martial Dao Golden Core, yet I’m stuck as the principal of a tiny high school, and still I live quite contentedly.”

Xia Long heard this and rolled his eyes: “You’re just giving up… and calling it ‘lying flat’?”

…

“Qianqian… how many points did you get?”

A high-rise apartment.

Two middle-aged men and women stared at their daughter checking her scores, faces tense with anxiety.

“Total score: 1499… no hope.”

Ouyang Qianqian looked up; tears had formed at the corners of her eyes without her noticing.

The Federation’s university admission line has always hovered around 1600 points—this score stands no chance.

Put bluntly, she doesn’t even qualify to take the school entrance exam!

“Sweetheart, don’t worry, Dad already arranged everything. We’ll go straight to logistics… it’s only ten years.”

The man spoke to comfort her; the woman beside him had tears in her eyes.

The Federation’s military service lasts ten years!

It’s brutally harsh for every adult—especially for bio-synths!

…

Huizhuang Jiangfu.

“2030, number one in Chu Ying, number one in Heishan…”

Gu Yun stared at the screen, her fingers already touching her comm device, then pulled them back.

“Xiao Yun, why not call and celebrate?”

Her gentle-looking mother came over, placed a dessert on the table, and smiled warmly: “I always knew Xiao Fang was talented. Now it’s clear—he’s more than talented… Your father barely scraped through back then. He can’t compare to this one.”

“Never mind—he’s probably busy now. I’ll wait a bit.”

Gu Yun jumped off the windowsill: “I’ll go practice my sword again…”

“Eat the dessert first, before you practice!”

Gu Yun’s mother watched her daughter’s retreating figure, a faint, helpless smile on her face.

…

Inside a luxury car.

Lan Fei was speaking with Yin Huazhen: “That’s the situation. Fang Xing chose to leave Chu Ying Star and head straight to Blue Star—he clearly has full confidence in his score.”

“Alright…”

On the screen, Yin Huazhen was still playing a game: “Then that’s settled.”

“It’s a pity Fang Xing will never know what he missed by refusing…”

Lan Fei adjusted her glasses, recalling the final farewell from that man.

“He… knew.”

“If Yin Huazhen plans to retaliate, should I warn him? Is that even his goal?”

“Huh? The Gaokao results are out.”

Yin Huazhen suddenly put down his game, his expression turning solemn. He glanced at the screen, then seemed to find something intriguing: “Want to know my score?”

“Your Excellency’s celestial talent is peerless…”

Lan Fei hurriedly said.

“I only scored 2000.”

Yin Huazhen waved his hand: “But that Fang Xing… total score 2030. No wonder he refused our offer. He’s a genius among geniuses—we underbid him. Honestly, I’m starting to regret it…”

“What?”

Lan Fei was stunned.

Fang Xing scoring high—even topping Chu Ying Star—wouldn’t surprise her.

But surpassing Yin Huazhen?

How was that possible?

…

In space.

Two spaceships drifted alone.

Liu Wei stood before a transparent window, gazing toward Chu Ying Star.

“What? Missing home?”

Tiancai walked over with two cups of coffee and handed one to Liu Wei.

They were currently aboard a spaceship, en route to a planet controlled by the Resistance.

To avoid the Blue Star Federation, they took the most remote routes and couldn’t use wormholes.

The long journey, the lonely void—easily drove people mad.

Many Resistance members chose to enter cryo-pods, sleeping all the way to their destination.

Liu Wei was among the few who could endure it, training daily and eating the ship’s bland nutrient meals.

Now, he took the coffee, sipped it: “I once desperately wanted to escape that place—saw it as a cage, shackling my body and soul… but now that I’ve left, I find myself missing it.”

“You admitted it! You admitted it!”

Tiancai cheered, then spoke into his earpiece: “Ten thousand credits—you maggots better not try to weasel out!”

“You dared to bet on me?”

Liu Wei grabbed Tiancai by the collar: “I haven’t settled the score from last time yet!”

“Wait! I’m non-combat personnel—don’t be so rough!”

Tiancai raised his hands in surrender: “I’ve got something cool to show you!”

“What?”

Liu Wei took the screen, skeptical.

“Sigh… this monotonous, unchanging journey makes you lose track of time. The Gaokao’s over now—latest scores are out.”

Tiancai winked: “Aren’t you curious to see?”

Liu Wei’s hand trembled slightly.

Gaokao!

That had once been his dream.

As a boy, he’d thought passing any university, no matter how lowly, would be enough.

But the outcome was this…

Reality is often stranger and more twisted than fiction—because fiction still needs logic. Reality needs nothing at all!

“If I hadn’t left, I’d have been in this year’s cohort.”

“I wonder how many points I’d have gotten… above 1600?”

Liu Wei scrolled through the messages, then froze: “Fang Xing’s total… 2030? Number one on Chu Ying Star, number one in Heishan System, seventh in the Federation? That score should get him into a top-tier university, right?”

“Definitely. Your classmate’s incredible.”

Tiancai nodded frantically: “The drill sergeant was blind. If I’d known, I’d have prioritized recruiting him first…”

Liu Wei sighed deeply, images of their days working together flashing before his eyes: “A Xing… congratulations.”

He turned and strode toward the training room: “Today’s training—double the load!”

…

Spaceport Center

“Let’s go.”

It turned out Song Jingang wasn’t a jinx—Fang Xing waited with him until boarding, and nothing unusual happened.

A sleek, gray-black, saucer-shaped spaceship ignited its engines and lifted off—directly exiting Chu Ying Star’s atmosphere.

Fang Xing cast one final glance; the gray-blue planet shrank in his vision until it vanished entirely.