At the end of the performance, Bai Ze received another 2,000 bucks from Zhang Xian.
It appeared that Zhang Xian, this second-generation heir from a well-off family, seemed to have been emptied out by Liang Rou. He couldn't even afford to pay 5,000 bucks this time.
"I'm done!"
Zhang Xian blurted out as he sat on the marble slab nearby, panting heavily.
Bai Ze took out his phone and looked at the time. There were less than ten minutes left before class started.
"It's time for class. "
At Bai Ze's urging, Zhang Xian was a little reluctant, but eventually, he still got up from the ground.
He looked up at Bai Ze and muttered, "You weren't my match yesterday, but it seems that your strength has increased a lot after going to the Manuscript Library."
"Ahem… The mock exam will start tomorrow. Have you prepared for it?"
Bai Ze felt somewhat guilty and could only change the topic.
However, Zhang Xian's interest was piqued. He quickly walked in front of Bai Ze and said, "Oh, by the way, Bai Ze, did you know? Our school has a place reserved for someone to go to the recently extremely popular Preordained Training Camp.
"But for ordinary people like us, the only chance to enter the Preordained Training Camp is to become the champion in the upcoming mock exam qualification competition.
"After all, only the elite chosen ones of their families or the children of influential families can attend the training camp. Generally, we don't stand a chance."
Up to this point, Zhang Xian looked quite excited. "Other than those outstanding geniuses who will receive an invitation before the start of the camp, every well-known school will have a recruitment quota for the training camp."
When he heard this news, Bai Ze was overcome by a wave of conflicting emotions.
There were more than 2,000 students in their school, but only one of them was qualified to go to the Preordained Training Camp.
This was really like a cavalry of thousands trying to cross a single-log bridge.
Zhang Xian saw that Bai Ze seemed to be a little tempted and immediately poured cold water on him. "Don't even think about it. I want the class monitor, Liang Rou, to take our school's spot. And, I'll also help her clear the obstacles in the competition tomorrow."
"Liang Rou also promised me that as long as she gets the right to go to the training camp, after the camp, she will be my girlfriend."
At this point, Zhang Xian appeared as pleased as punch at this thought, and he didn't feel anything was wrong with her words.
Upon hearing Zhang Xian's bootlicking words, Bai Ze couldn't help but feel pity.
This person was a bootlicker, yet he didn't have the self-awareness that he was one. Now it seemed that Bai Ze probably wouldn't be able to persuade him.
He could only silently wish Zhang Xian well in his heart, hoping that Zhang Xian would be able to successfully win over the goddess in his heart as soon as possible, even though the probability of this was minuscule.
Although he wanted to pour scorn in his heart, Zhang Xian's words provided Bai Ze with a lot of useful information.
Not only did he thoroughly understand the existence of the Preordained Training Camp, but it also allowed him to reevaluate the power of the Jiang family.
Even the wealthy second-generation heir like Zhang Xian and the branch family of Liang Rou couldn't get an invitation, but Jiang Qingyue was able to get one in advance. From this, it could be seen that not only was the Jiang family's power immense, but the power backing them also was definitely not weak in Maplewood City.
"Interesting…"
The corners of Bai Ze's lips curled up into a smile. He was now more and more curious about this so-called Preordained Training Camp.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Bai Ze and Zhang Xian came to the classroom together. At this point, Teacher Fang Yu was setting up the teaching workstation and preparing for class.
When he returned to his seat, Bai Ze deliberately shot a glance at Jiang Qingyue.
She also winked at him cheekily, her emotions seemingly unaffected.
The morning classes passed by quickly, and it was noon in the blink of an eye.
Teacher Fang Yu announced that at two o'clock in the afternoon, the school would be holding a school-wide meeting as scheduled to announce the rules of the qualification competition and the things to take note of.
After class, the students began to talk about it.
The mock exam was the last exam before the college entrance examination. This exam not only allowed all the students to gauge their own level. If they did well, it could also be written into their resume and procure a high salary for their future jobs.
At noon, Bai Ze finished his lunch in the cafeteria. He and Wu Feng both expressed their opinions on the mock exam, and their final conclusion was that there was no solution!
After all, the two of them were considered weak in their class. In a school full of geniuses, they might not even be able to survive the first round of free-for-all melee.
Only by avoiding the battle or cowering in other people's shadow like a coward could they get a relatively good ranking.
All in all, the chances of getting into the top ten were very slim.
After lunch, Bai Ze returned to the classroom to rest. He waited until the bell rang at two o'clock in the afternoon before proceeding to the largest square in Numero Uno High School with the others.
The square, which was covered with white tiles, was full of people. Even under the sculpture that represented endless learning, many people were leaning against it, waiting for the principal to come for the school meeting.
It didn't take long for the school management, professors, and teachers to arrive.
Soon, the start of the meeting was announced.
Due to the importance of this event, the principal's speech before the meeting was concise. In short, he said that they had to work hard and get a good result in the mock exam.
Not surprisingly, during the speech, the students below the stage did not just listen quietly.
They would occasionally discuss in low voices, their expressions serious and their brows furrowed.
"Have you heard? As long as you can get first place in the mock exam, you'll have the right to go to the training camp. "
"What's the use of that? There are quite a few intermediate fourth ring mages in our school. With those geniuses present, who can compete with them?"
"That's right. I'll thank the heavens if I can get into the top 50. I may even be able to leave a colorful paragraph on my resume."
Even though the qualification competition had yet to begin, the students were already enveloped in a cloud of anticipation and nervousness.
On the stage, the principal stood ramrod straight in his suit. His voice encompassed magic power, which amplified his voice several times and reverberated throughout the whole square.
"The rules of this qualification competition will be a free-for-all melee system. We will scatter the ten qualification badges to the training camps around the school campus. However, nine of these badges are fake, and only one is real."
"The real and fake badges look exactly the same, but the real one will keep buzzing after being injected full of magic power. The fake one won't."
The principal, whose hair was a little sparse, had a stern expression on his face. "I'll emphasize once again. Only by finding the sole real qualification badge and holding on to it until the end of the competition when the bell is struck will you be qualified to go to the training camp."
As soon as the old principal said this, the audience suddenly became noisy.
The students began to analyze the situation in detail, and some of them could be heard grumbling from time to time.
"Fuck, this rule is so ridiculous. If it's really as the principal said, doesn't that mean that simply finding the real badge won't be enough? We'll still have to use our magic power to differentiate the real from the fake."
"That's not all. Just identifying them won't do. The real badge will constantly buzz after it's filled with magic power, and it'll attract students who're eyeing them to come and snatch them."