Mary Taylor
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In the office. The process was simple — hand over the money, register, and fill in the application form. When the others were not looking, Fang Ping conducted a simple experiment — he touched the others’ registration fees’ money casually a few times. His Wealth did not increase, which was in line with his expectations. He had already expected this to happen, so he was not disappointed. There were not many who registered, so the process ended shortly after. The class teacher piled…
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No matter how deep his resentment was, life went on. Fang Ping could only bitterly accept this reality. After a brief chit-chatting session between Fang Ping, Chen Fan, and Yang Jian, their class teacher with graying hair shuffled into the classroom. Once all the students settled down in their seats, Old Teach went straight to the point. “Students who are signing up for the martial sciences exam, please see me in the office to register and pay the exam fees. You’ll be filling in a registration…
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Although Fang Ping had gone to a cybercafe to look up information the day before yesterday, he only had a limited amount of time. Mainly, it was because he had limited money to pay, of course. He did not get the opportunity to look into certain things in-depth, like things related to the martial sciences exam. Frankly speaking, the information he obtained from the Internet was not very clear either. Without smartphones or computers at home, Fang Ping realized how difficult it was to read up on…
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Fang Ping, whose head was swimming with ways to earn money, was once again crushed by reality. When he walked out of his room, he found Fang Yuan who had been waiting for him at his door for a while now. The moment she saw Fang Ping, Fang Yuan groaned pitifully. “I’m hungry!” “Why don’t you get something to eat if you’re hungry?” Fang Ping replied nonchalantly. Hearing that, Fang Yuan puckered her small lips and complained, “I’ve no money. And we ran out of leftover rice…
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Lakeview Gardens. Block 6, Unit 101. After they had reached home, Fang Ping immediately went into his own small room and closed the door. Outside, Fang Yuan banged on the door a few times, but Fang Ping refused to let her in. Fang Yuan was so angry that she wanted to break down the door to enter. At this moment, Fang Ping did not care if Fang Yuan was angry. While he was withdrawing the money, Fang Ping still had not figured some issues out. Now, he needed to hide someplace to understand it…
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No matter how hard it was, he would have to ask if it was for his future. He had to register by next Monday after all. Fang Ping was not a god; there was only a day left, where else was he supposed to get ten thousand bucks? He waited until his father Fang Mingrong had returned home, exhausted. When the family was having dinner at the table, Fang Ping opened his mouth and asked. “Dad, registration for the martial science examinations are on next Monday. I want to take the exams, and the…
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In the class teacher’s afternoon class, he mentioned the application for the martial science examinations again. The situation of Sun City No.1 High School was not that bad. In the past few years, there were students who were admitted into martial sciences every year. Last year there was a spike in their numbers — five students were admitted. Senior Three (4) was a normal class, but two among the five students who were admitted last year were from normal classes. This made the school leaders,…
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Outside the Internet cafe. Fang Ping had on a resolute expression, and his eyes glinted with steely determination. He must be determined! After searching for information for an hour or so, Fang Ping had finally figured some things out. For example, the question of what a martial artist was. Modern martial artists were not that much different from those in Wuxia novels and movies back from his past world, if only for the modern background. Martial artists were an everyday sight in modern…
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In the classroom. Fang Ping was extremely confused, and his heart was filled with trepidation. Only until the discussion died down did Fang Ping nudge Chen Fan beside him and ask softly, “Is Grand... Grandmaster Ma, Ma Huateng?” Chen Fan’s expression became stern instantly, and he said seriously, “Fang Ping, calling a Grandmaster by name is the most severe show of disrespect!” Fang Ping, “...” Fang Ping had wanted to cry. Damn it, now he could not even mention him by name. This…
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2008, 4th May. Saturday. Sun City No.1 High School, in the Year 3 Senior (4) classroom. Fang Ping finally settled an issue after wasting half an hour of his life. He was not dreaming nor acting —for God’s sake, if acting in a movie could restore his youth, then the film crew deserved a trip to heaven now! After verifying that he had reincarnated, Fang Ping felt a wave of panic before settling down and accepting the truth. As one of the sinful youngsters of the new century, was there…
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