You call this a healer?

Chapter 39 Intense Competition for Scores and Rankings

The "Government Affairs Office" is one of the most important departments under the Government Affairs Council of the base, in charge of economic affairs and various complex auditing work.

It's conveniently located not far from the high walls; once inside, you can see that unique, tall building in no time.

At this moment, a large number of candidates entered, and a large number of candidates left. Some left in luxury cars, while others left on foot. The difference was obvious.

Zhou Ming and his three roommates, wanting some peace and quiet, lingered until the very last to enter the hall. Liang Bucheng solemnly said, "60 points is passing. I passed with 87 points. What were yours?"

Ma Liang coughed lightly: "Bye."

"Damn it!" Liang Bucheng kicked him. "Dude, you even rolled it up."

Ma Kun, standing to the side, looked miserable: "Don't even mention it. I got a 10/10, and I slept the whole time. That 10/10 was a reward from my teammate Feng Qi, that bastard. I wanted to help with some chores, but he refused, saying I smelled slutty!"

Ma Liang and Liang Bucheng couldn't help but laugh out loud, then the three of them looked at Zhou Ming together: "And you?"

Zhou Ming considered for a moment and said, "My score is alright. Actually, I don't really care about this..."

That's good enough. Besides, ever since he saw the blue-glowing "God-Expelling Beads" on Bai Muwan and the two assassins, he didn't think his ranking would be particularly outrageous. The geniuses from the top three high schools, or those privileged children who awakened early, might very well rely on the "God-Expelling Beads" to go out and solo like him.

"Sigh, I understand. You're excellent, but you're still just a healer. You rely entirely on your teammates."

"Don't be upset if your score is low; your strength lies in your support role."

Liang Bucheng and the others patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

By this time, the students ahead of them had finished, and it was the turn of the four of them, so they each went to a window.

Zhou Ming's receptionist was a woman in her mid-twenties, dressed in a business suit, with a somewhat nonchalant expression: "Which school are you from? Bring me the Divine Crystal and your identification card."

"Baijiang Academy!"

Zhou Ming handed over his candidate ID card and a large bag of "mystical crystals." A staff member then placed the package of "mystical crystals" under an "eye-shaped mirror" to scan its authenticity.

The female receptionist chuckled lightly, her attitude becoming even more casual. She picked up her ID card and placed it into a machine to check her points.

Then, the expressions on the faces of the female receptionist and service staff froze instantly, and they all turned to look at him.

Zhou Ming frowned: "What's the problem?"

The receptionist suddenly stood up: "Say it again, which school are you from?"

Zhou Ming replied, "Baijiang Academy!"

The female receptionist and the service staff exchanged a glance, simultaneously gasped, and asked in trembling voices, "Your teammate is...?"

Zhou Ming replied, "Lin Ya and Zhong Xiu!"

The receptionist hurriedly checked Lin Ya and Zhou Ming's scores. After confirming that their scores were normal and that their professions and cultivation levels couldn't possibly help with cheating, she looked at Zhou Ming, her expression turning serious. Then, they both pulled out a small notebook, their faces beaming with smiles: "Excuse me, could you sign this for me? Would you like to come over for dinner sometime?"

Zhou Ming: "?"

He picked up a pen and quickly wrote his name, then turned and left.

At the nearby window, Liang Bucheng and his two companions, having finished handing over their documents, crowded around and asked curiously, "What happened over there just now?"

Zhou Ming said seriously, "Maybe my score was a bit too high, and it scared them?"

"Pfft, hahaha..."

Liang Bucheng and the other two couldn't help but burst into laughter, "We understand, we understand!"

As Zhou Ming walked out the gate, he was about to ask what they were going to do next, since he should be able to relax today. Suddenly, he saw three cars parked on the roadside diagonally opposite, with seven young men and women surrounding a young man in a leather jacket with slightly parted hair, who was looking at him.

He frowned slightly: "You guys go back first, I have something to do."

Liang Bucheng and the other two also saw the group of people, and their expressions changed: "Okay, take care of yourself and be careful."

After the three left, a group of young men and women strode over from the car opposite. The young man in the leather jacket in the center had a strange smile on his face: "Brother, long time no see!"

Su Bufan is the son of Su Bingqian.

The eldest grandson of the Su family.

I also participated in this "monthly exam" and even took a shower and changed my clothes.

Suddenly, a dialog box bubble appeared:

He's about to praise you.

If you are particularly fierce, he will be even friendlier.

Zhou Ming glanced at Su Bufan a few times and, sure enough, he was a level three "Mage". He smiled, reached out and touched Su Bufan's head, ruffling his neatly styled hair into a mess: "Good boy, you've grown taller."

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

A group of young men and women stood there in a daze, attracting the attention of passing students.

Su Bufan's smile froze, then gradually turned sinister. He dodged Zhou Ming's hand in a flash, his face filled with disbelief: "You...you filthy hands messing with my hair? You lowly peasant from the slums, a low-level healer, a shameless bastard, a filthy illegitimate child, how dare you defile me?"

Giving up the pretense?

Zhou Ming remained calm: "Didn't you call me 'brother'? Isn't it normal for an older brother to be affectionate with his younger brother?"

Su Bufan's breathing became slightly heavy, his face darkening: "You actually took it seriously? You've really given yourself a hard time?"

Zhou Ming coughed lightly: "Then what the hell are you pretending for? Is this the foundation of a privileged child? You explode at the slightest provocation? You can see eight of these boring bullying scenes in a day in a play. Do you want me to teach you how to humiliate people?"

First, to be a villain, one must be shrewd and never show one's emotions. Second, one must be polite on the surface but ruthless and bloodthirsty in private. This is the proper demeanor of a great figure.

Su Bufan frowned: "I'm the villain? I think you're the villain!"

Zhou Ming shrugged: "Look, we've got a disagreement. It's hard to say for sure who the villain is. Give me 20,000 yuan, and let's go get something to eat and discuss it properly. Of course, you go to your restaurant, and I'll go to mine."

Su Bufan rubbed his temples: "You lowly thing, you've changed. You're not the same as before; you've become quite the smooth talker. I'm waiting for you here just to see how many points you got. Without the Su family, you'd only live a life of darkness at the bottom of a well. Forget it!"

After saying that, he turned and got back into his car: "Send someone to kill him tonight!"

"yes!"

A group of people got into the car and drove away.

That bastard's got a screw loose!

Zhou Ming ignored the brat's threat. If the Su family could be killed, why would they bother to make him the station chief?

However, he didn't want to tolerate the Su family for even a moment longer!

Turning around, you'll find yourself in a slum street with food stalls, general stores, weapon shops, pharmacies, and hot spring bathhouses on both sides.

He hadn't showered for ten days, his whole body was itchy, and his mouth felt bland. He decided to bleed money, eat his fill, then take a nice, relaxing bath before heading back to school before dark.

……

Inner city.

The city is filled with tall buildings, catering to the enjoyment of top figures. It boasts restaurants, entertainment venues, beauty salons, and commercial streets. Even the roads and street signs are extremely clean and sophisticated, resembling a scene before a disaster. This starkly contrasts with the slums of the outer city.

Furthermore, the headquarters of the Order Alliance, the Apothecary Hall, the Weapon Hall, and the Government Affairs Center are even more solemn and imposing, keeping unauthorized personnel at bay.

At this moment, a milky white halo is shimmering on the majestic "Pillar of Order" at the very center, and the rankings of the first monthly exam for freshmen from the ten schools are about to be released.

This is not a big deal. In events like "Black Wind Mountain" and "Ten Schools Assembly", the rankings are displayed here to inspire people. However, the first monthly exam of each freshman year can reveal for the first time who the top geniuses of this year are, which represents the continuation and future of the base's talent pool.

It's no exaggeration to say that passing the imperial examination in ancient times was pretty much like this.

In a private room of an upscale restaurant not far from the "Pillar of Order," seven people were sitting at this moment.

They were all elders from the Chen family.

Chen Yuanjing sat on the left, while the main seat was given to a middle-aged man who looked about six-tenths like him.

"The kid who injured Guiqi has failed in his assassination attempt again!"

Chen Yuanjing frowned.

The middle-aged man sitting at the head of the table was Chen Yuanwu, the head of the Chen family. He didn't seem too concerned about the matter, his gaze fixed on the "Order Pillar." He casually asked, "What did those two assassins say?"

Chen Yuanjing shook his head: "According to one of the assassins, A Liang, that kid is hiding at the station and won't come out. He has the Bai family's young lady and the Zhong family's young lady with him, so it's not easy to make a move."

However, he must not get away with this. I arranged for his grandmother and mother's jobs to be ruined, cutting off their family's source of income.

"The methods were a bit underhanded, but still swift and decisive. Okay, but let's put it on hold for now."

Chen Yuanwu took a sip of tea, a hint of anticipation appearing on his square face. He pointed to the "Order Pillar" and said, "Let's see which geniuses will emerge this time, and whether there are any poor children we can recruit. We have a bunch of girls in our family who haven't been married off yet."

Chen Yuanjing asked, puzzled, "Is this kind of thing really that important? It just feels a bit melodramatic."

"If a divine miracle occurs in the world and humanity is on the verge of extinction, wouldn't that be even more absurd?"

Chen Yuanwu chuckled: "The old city lord is getting old and doesn't have many years left. Who knows what will happen to the East China Sea base in the future? Now, we should try to recruit as many geniuses as possible!"

Chen Yuanjing nodded: "That makes sense!"