Chapter 13: Let's Fight, I Don't Want to Say Anymore

"No washing my face today!"

Chen Shu rubbed his face, his smile smug.

Ning Qing still had no expression, nor did she feel shy; she returned to her previous sitting posture, only lowering her head to glance at him:

"Fill out your application."

"Mm, Secretary Ning, peel a pomelo for me."

Ning Qing silently picked up the pomelo and knife from the coffee table, gestured with the knife in front of his face to show a threat, and only then began to peel it.

Chen Shu took a look; one only needed a total score of over 1000 to apply to Yujing Academy, but that was just permission to apply. Every academy had quota limits for different majors, and they would select students from high to low based on their scores in certain subjects, dealing with ties later.

Chen Shu had perfect scores in all three subjects, so he naturally didn't need to worry about this.

While operating his Mobile Phone, he said to Ning Qing: "I want to apply for Spell Principles."

"You've always wanted to apply for this."

"How is it?"

"It's fine."

Ning Qing nodded in support while peeling the pomelo: "This is the most suitable path for you."

"How so?"

"It just is."

"Hurry up and elaborate."

Chen Shu sat up from his lying position, signaling he was listening seriously.

"Because you have extremely high talent in this area, and you also have a great interest in it; coincidentally, it is right where you can see it. This is actually very rare." Ning Qing maintained her flat tone, speaking her thoughts to him in a low voice, "This world is actually very large, and there are millions of paths to walk, and many people, millions of them. It is difficult for most people to walk a relatively correct path; they often have talent in a certain path but lack interest, or have interest but lack talent, making it hard to persist. As for that path with both talent and interest, it is limited by one's own vision and luck, and they don't see it. It takes a lot of hardship, hitting many walls, and walking many detours to find a path that is relatively suitable for oneself, and it is possible that half a lifetime has already been wasted by then."

"I don't want you to regret it later."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head to look at Chen Shu, her voice pleasant:

"You are very lucky."

"Secretary Ning's insight is profound!"

"Slap!"

"You violent maniac!"

Thus, Chen Shu applied for the Ancient Cultivation Department, Spell Principles major at Yujing Academy.

No adjustment accepted.

The application period was seven days in total; after seven days, the admission results would be issued, and no admission letters would be sent.

Come to think of it, the prospects for this major are truly becoming increasingly bleak.

In the past, every university had an Ancient Cultivation Department and offered an Ancient Cultivation Major, but in the last twenty or thirty years, this department has been gradually abolished by the vast majority of universities, and the Ancient Cultivation Major can now only be seen in Military Academies.

Chen Shu could only settle for the next best thing and apply for Spell Principles Study.

The reason behind this is the state's control over civilian power.

Just like Controlled Spell—

The state has implemented controls on spells with lethality or other harmful properties, with control levels ranging from one to five; the higher the level, the greater the social harm, and the greater the control.

Therefore, most Cultivators cannot access lethal spells and can only access those harmless, defensive, or functional spells.

One can buy them on the Deep Net, but firstly, the quality is inferior; secondly, the price is expensive; and thirdly, it is easy to get scammed.

Of course, if you learn Spell Principles well, you can also create some lethal Ancient Spell yourself. The more primitive the spell, the simpler it is, and it is not a big deal if problems are discovered. The state's policy is to severely punish distributors and lightly punish learners; if one merely creates low-level Controlled Spell and does not use them to cause social harm, it usually only results in administrative fines.

Various lethal Artifact are also strictly controlled.

But this does not mean that Yiguo has given up on Ancient Cultivator.

Not at all.

It is just implementing civilian control.

For a country like Yiguo, don't look at the good social order; in reality, it is incredibly martial at its core.

If you join the military, not only can you legally learn the world's most excellent lethal spells, but you can also receive free, scientific training, guaranteed to let you take on five.

It is just that once you become a High-level Practitioner, you will basically spend your life in the military.

Martial Artist have it much better.

Because the social harm of Martial Artist themselves is far less than that of Cultivators, one only needs to restrict weapons and equipment to greatly limit the destructiveness of martial men.

Therefore, every year, many Martial Artist who have retired from the Yiguo military come to the Arena to slaughter in all directions.

There is another reason—

Ancient Cultivator are too hard to find jobs for in today's society.

Aside from joining the army, they can basically only enter the security industry, but the military has its own training mechanism, and the security industry does not require a very high level of martial force, so it is very awkward.

You say you want to protect yourself? With so many excellent Defense Spell, isn't that enough for you to protect yourself in this harmonious society?

Indeed, there are indeed people who worship martial force.

But they also need to eat, buy houses and cars, and support their wives and children.

Where does the money come from?

Can't rely entirely on robbing, right?

Therefore, the vast majority of Cultivators have gone in other directions, occasionally obtaining one or two Controlled Spell through some channels, learning them secretly, and feeling psychologically satisfied.

This is actually similar to the psychology of those in the previous life who collected cold weapons at home; in the vast majority of cases, they are not used, just for precaution and self-satisfaction.

Yujing Academy has a profound historical foundation, an extremely high status in the academic world, and strong academic capabilities; it is by virtue of these that it has retained this major until now.

According to Chen Shu's investigation, Yujing Academy's "Spell Principles Study" is closer to Ancient Cultivator than the other two top academies, known as Ancient Spell Principles, and most of the outstanding talents who graduate each year enter the military and major weapons research institutes.

The state also indeed needs talent to continuously develop new and excellent spells; at present, Ancient Cultivator still have their irreplaceable role on the Battlefield.

"If I can't find a job after graduating, I'll just have to live off Qingqing's soft rice."

Chen Shu took the pomelo that Secretary Ning had peeled; all the fibers on it had been cleaned away by Secretary Ning, leaving only the crimson, artwork-like fruit flesh. Chen Shu took a bite—hmm, it really was much tastier than the ones he peeled himself.

Ning Qing continued cleaning the fibers off another segment, asking without lifting her head, "When are you going over there again?"

"I'll go tonight."

"I will accompany you the whole time."

"Hm?"

Chen Shu chewed the pomelo and was slightly taken aback, then he looked up and said, "Secretary Ning is being sentimental."

"Shut up."

"Right, I have a brilliant idea."

"?"

"How about you kiss me again, and I'll bring you meals for a month?" Chen Shu looked at Ning Qing, his expression serious, "Isn't that a brilliant idea? And it's very fair; look, your stake and my stake are both fulfilled."

Ning Qing acted as if she hadn't heard him.

Nighttime.

Chen Shu had just left.

Xiaoxiao had been pretending to do homework in her room all day and was finally let out.

At this moment, she was sitting on the sofa, deliberately keeping her feet off the floor, her lower legs swinging back and forth, while her eyes kept darting to the side, stealing glances at her sister again and again—after her brother-in-law left, her sister had inexplicably become strange again, just like that day.

Maybe she had gone crazy.

Suddenly—

Her sister turned her head to look at her.

The little girl hurriedly withdrew her gaze, focusing intently on some unknown spot in front of her.

In any case, it was better not to look at her sister.

However, she still heard her sister say, "You spent all day fiddling with your things in your room; did you do your homework? Final exams are coming up; have you reviewed?"

The little girl clenched her fists tightly—

She had just come out, and now she wanted to drive her back to her room again!

"I finished it."

"Bring it here for me to see."

"I didn't finish it..."

"You're certainly good at lying. Go back and do your homework; I'll find you another set of test papers while I'm at it."

"Despicable!"

"Go back."

The little girl stood up indignantly and walked upstairs.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got; the more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

Finally, as she was about to pass the sofa, she stopped, turned to look at her sister, and raised a hand to rub her own face: "Oh! I'm not washing my face today!"

After saying that, she took off running upstairs.

Two minutes later.

Xiaoxiao was curled up by the side of the bed with a numb expression, leaning against the wall, wrapped tightly in her quilt, with only her head exposed, her eyes unfocused.

The bedroom door was locked tight.

However, the sound of *click-clack* kept coming from the door lock.

Her sister had found all the spare keys in the house and was trying them one by one.

Xiaoxiao tightened the quilt; there was nowhere to run.

It was truly despairing.

"Clang, clang..."

The lock was jiggled, and the bedroom door opened.

The little girl's eyes regained their luster; she looked up at her sister who had walked in and gathered her courage: "Do you know that this is domestic abuse? It's illegal!"

"So?"

"Do you know what will happen if I call the police?"

"The police will receive your call."

"..." The little girl was choked up; after a brief silence, she still tried to deter her sister, unwilling to give up, "The police officer will come to catch you! You'll go to jail! Do you know what will happen to you and brother-in-law if you go to jail?"

"One will be in jail, and the other will be outside."

"..."