Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1171 - 591 Foolish Classmate Warrior Test_2

Chapter 1171: Chapter 591 Foolish Classmate Warrior Test_2

He himself started speaking and soon became vacant-eyed, falling into endless fantasies...

Yan Fei got used to his "self-enjoyment" after only attending class for two days, feeling that the content of the lesson was no longer interesting, he started flipping through the textbook to study further on his own.

Just before the class was about to end, his foolish desk mate suddenly came out with another line, "Imagine if I marry a foreign wife in the future and bring her back to our town for a walk, it would definitely cause a sensation, wouldn’t it..."

What on earth had he been thinking about during the class? He went from wanting to be a translator to bringing back a foreign wife in no time!

Yan Fei wasn’t bothered, how could this be more annoying than being in a busy place where people bothered him all day long? Moreover, most of his desk mate’s comments didn’t need his reply, although they were framed as questions, it was more like he was talking to himself, his gaze wandering off somewhere immediately after he had spoken...

When one truly focuses on studying, time flies. In an instant, it was time to leave school. At this moment, his foolish classmate was most proactive, having already prepared his dining utensils and given Yan Fei a heads-up, "I need to rush for food, won’t wait for you to join me later!"

The high school students were different from the middle school students. At mealtime in middle school, students would scramble about as if they were chickens hearing the food pan clang. High school students, being older, knew restraint in the presence of the opposite sex and, no matter how eager they were inside, they would maintain a calm demeanor—after all, running with a food tray in any style was hardly elegant.

But his foolish desk mate was different; he consistently maintained the habit of sprinting to the cafeteria like a runaway horse at the sound of the bell, holding his food tray. By the time Yan Fei reached the edge of the playground, his desk mate was already squatting next to the steps, with half a bowl of rice at his feet, having bitten off a large chunk of his bun.

Everyone has their own way of living; at least for people like his desk mate, they indeed enjoyed their daily life—he secretly studied other subjects during class, joyfully challenging the heavens, the earth, and the teachers; after school, as long as the teacher didn’t linger and no other classes had physical education, he could enjoy being the school’s unique ’wooden board handler’.

Even though he was the number one in eating...

Yan Fei’s ideal life was one where no one disturbed him, surrounded by his wife every day, doing whatever he wanted, and earning a steady stream of money so he never had to worry about spending.

Unfortunately, as his business grew larger, his wish to be undisturbed became increasingly unrealistic.

After school, a crowd was already waiting at the field with business matters to discuss — his phone began ringing nonstop as soon as he switched it on, giving him no moment of peace.

The field was now spotlessly clean inside and out every day; although being completely dust-free wasn’t realistic, it was possible to wash down even the road in front of the gate with water.

This year there was no lack of rainwater; there was hardly any need for watering, so the water pumps were idle. Heizi had found a tractor engine modified water pump, and by attaching a hose from the river to the bridge, he could start it up whenever he remembered and pump water for a while, ensuring no dust was raised when vehicles drove over that segment of the road...

Old Cheng, carrying scissors every day, trimmed the roses outside the field making them pleasing to the eye. Old Gong, who had poor eyesight but a good sense of smell, would smell any stronger scents and hose them down immediately...

Ma Chao, hands behind his back, watched as a group of people with large brushes routinely brushed each cow, ensuring all of them looked spirited and their fur shone lustrously.

...

All of this was for the upcoming inspection by the higher-ups.

Doing some surface work was simple; these things were always being done, just not as frequently.

In reality, keeping the cattle farm clean and tidy was no big deal if one was willing to spend a bit more money. Moreover, delegating these tasks to them ensured attention to detail better than Yan Fei could have imagined himself, sparing him the need to exert much effort.

Unfortunately, Yan Fei had barely settled into a few days of school when his dad’s old classmate, Uncle Chen, called.

On his way home from school that day, itching to ride, he had just left the town and was riding his motorcycle while simultaneously fishing out his phone to turn it on.

No sooner had he turned on the phone and slipped it into his pocket to warm up than it rang. He answered and immediately heard the praise: "Xiao Fei, finished with classes? I tried calling you but couldn’t get through, and they told me at the field that you’ve been attending classes these past few days, so I didn’t let anyone disturb you. That’s good, even big bosses need to study constantly. Seeing you like this, I now understand why you’re so confident about getting into college!"

As if you ever reached out when you had nothing going on; you don’t know I’ve only attended a few days of class!

Thinking this, Yan Fei had already slowed his motorcycle, modestly replying, "Uncle Chen, you should stop praising me, what if it goes to my head!"

Uncle Chen laughed heartily, "Alright, alright, no more of that. I called to tell you, that registration for the Level Two Warrior exam is all set, and I reckon it’ll be in just a few days. The city is preparing for a martial arts competition, so I guess they’ll have you candidates take the test then."

Yan Fei was surprised, "A martial arts competition? Why haven’t I heard of it?"

Uncle Chen explained, "It’s actually a joint event organized by the sports commission and the physical education schools. It only involves some of our local martial arts schools and dojos. Regular schools don’t participate in this, so it’s no wonder you didn’t know!"

With that explanation, Yan Fei understood.

In recent years, after the Qigong craze, there came the martial arts craze.

The Qigong craze bred a whole bunch of scammers, while the martial arts craze spawned a flurry of literary and martial arts schools, and of course, dojos — the most famous being Yucai Wenwu School, of course!

The prison at the west side of Wan City was jokingly referred to by some as the Yucai School, relating to a special case where two individuals from a cattle farm were ’graduates’ from there, Old Ou and Old Gao — though Old Gao was transferred from a maximum-security prison, having ’studied’ there deeply.

Tanghe County had these literary and martial arts schools, the city had them, and almost every other county did as well. There were various martial arts dojos too. The schools and dojos that promoted themselves well flourished, while those that didn’t fared poorly.

But regardless, there was a whole bunch of these schools and dojos. Now the city was hosting a martial arts competition, which also served to promote the national culture.

However, Yan Fei still had a question, "Uncle Chen, if it’s a competition between martial schools and dojos, how does the exam work? Do I compete with them and passing the exam if I win a place?"

Uncle Chen suddenly burst into laughter, "If you really want to compete, that’s possible, but the city definitely won’t organize it that way. The martial arts competition has set pattern and sparring categories. For your exam, you just need to take part in a set pattern, not encroaching on the awards for the regular competition."

"Having you participate is just convenient while the competition is on. They’ll have all the referees and judges needed, so there’s no need to assemble a separate panel for your exam. However, if you’re really confident, you can join the sparring competition. If you manage to knock everyone out of the ring, then your Level Two Warrior certificate will be genuinely well-earned!"

As Uncle Chen spoke, he suddenly remembered something and laughed, "By the way, if you were to enter the martial arts competition, you’d probably be in the youth group, which is for ages twelve to under eighteen..."

Yan Fei understood then; it seemed this Level Two Warrior certificate obtained locally wasn’t particularly credible. Thinking about it, it made sense, as this was meant to boost the local candidates’ scores. The exams would likely not be very strict—high local graduation rates benefited everyone, after all!

Listening to Comrade Old Chen’s jokes at that moment, Yan Fei felt quite helpless. These days, it was only these older relatives who sometimes teased him about his age, while everyone else deliberately avoided the subject.