The Marshal's Wife is Wild-Chapter 71 - 70 Admission Scores
Chapter 71: Chapter 70 Admission Scores
Chapter 71 -70 Admission Scores
Qu Tong checked the communication list, looked through all unread messages, and replied where necessary.
She unexpectedly found a message from Wen You that she had read but not replied to.
At that time, she was talking with the Empress, and when her brain-computer interface beeped, she only glanced at it and didn’t reply.
Then she turned around and forgot about it.
Qu Tong grinned slyly and kindly responded, “Lemonade can’t be made? Who told you to bite into it directly?”
The reply came back quickly, “Oh my dear sister, you finally remember to reply to me? I thought some Star Thief gang had captured you to be their fortress’s lady. I was even considering whether to come and join you.”
Qu Tong: “I certainly don’t want a good sister like you; you might as well call me your sister-in-law.”
Wen You: “…”
Wen You: “Do you even know how to chat?”
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The next day was the enrollment of new students.
Butler Chi had been waiting early on the lawn with a newly bought hovering car for Qu Tong.
“Madam, let me take you.”
Qu Tong looked at the brand-new flyer and didn’t refuse this time.
Seeing Qu Tong nod, Butler Chi was elated.
Indeed, his judgment was as good as ever.
The school entrance was still bustling, and in front of a huge screen there, a crowd had gathered.
On her way to the school, Qu Tong heard from the butler that it displayed the written exam results and spiritual power level tests of this year’s first-year students.
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The military academies in the Interstellar differed a bit from the schools during the Blue Planet Era.
Getting into the academy isn’t too difficult, as long as your physical condition and written exam scores meet the standards, you can enroll.
The challenging part is moving up in the school. Outstanding people graduate in three years, while some students study for five years and are still in the first year; if it exceeds six years, they are forced to drop out.
Therefore, the first year at the First Military Academy has the most students. The Planting and Pharmaceutical Departments are okay, but in the Mecha Design Department and the Mecha Single Soldier Department, there are just too many who are held back.
Her brother Xu An is also in the Mecha Single Soldier Department. Having entered the school two years ago, he’s now in the same grade as Qu Tong.
However, Xu An already completed his credit points. As long as he doesn’t do too poorly in this year’s mid-term and final assessments, he’ll successfully advance to the second year.
Hence, the screen not only displayed scores of newly admitted students but also the grades of the first-year students within the school.
Qu Tong also wanted to see Xu An’s grades, so she made her way into the crowd.
She happened to run into Lan Xingye, who was shining like a peacock, being surrounded by a cluster of wealthy young masters, with servants clearing the way in front.
“Brother Ye is awesome, still the first in spiritual power!”
“Yes, yes, what’s the use of Song Ke’s good score in the written exam? He can’t beat you in actual combat anyway.”
“Written exams are all about rote memorization; how much skill can that really represent?”
Several flatterers were praising him, while Lan Xingye maintained a cold and aloof front as if above it all.
In Qu Tong’s eyes, he looked like an oversized trash bag—one that could really hold a lot.
If Qu Tong hadn’t heard from Xu An that he was always at the bottom of the class in the year-end written exams, she might have actually thought he was impressive.
This time, Wanwan wasn’t at his side. Instead, there was a flamboyant woman in a red dress.
With a seductive and provoking voice, she sowed discord:
“A man as powerful as our Third Young Master should find someone who matches him. Your little girlfriend’s written test score might be not bad, but isn’t her spiritual power level just a B, or B-? With your SS spiritual power level, shouldn’t you be looking for at least an S, like me, for example?”
“Haha, Ouyang Linna, don’t make jokes, everyone knows your reproductive potential is only 15.” One of the lackeys teased mercilessly.
“Exactly, although you’re just A-, her physical grade is A+. With some improvement, she’s only a little behind you, but her reproductive potential beats yours by a long shot.” Another chimed in.
“Hmph!” With her face turning red from embarrassment, Ouyang Linna could only toss her red hair with an air of haughty disdain.
Lan Xingye stood silent throughout, his head held high.
It wasn’t until a scruffy-looking man was thrown in front of him that he was startled and instinctively kicked him away.
The man groaned and passed out…
Suddenly, the surroundings burst into commotion as everyone turned to look at the culprit, but considering the way he had knocked the man out with a single kick, they all kept their distance.
Regaining his composure, Lan Xingye looked in the direction the man had come from, his face dark as ink, grinding his teeth, “Qu Tong, it’s you again!”
Qu Tong wound the necklace around her hand, spreading her hands innocently, “Young Master Lan, it was clearly you who knocked the man out.”
She hadn’t actually done it on purpose.
Gossip is in the nature of every Blue Planet citizen. She was simply standing by, eavesdropping on a conversation when, to her surprise, a robbery unfolded in broad daylight.
The necklace had been tangling her hair when worn around the neck, so she’d wrapped it around her wrist instead.
Somehow, the man had managed to unfasten the necklace clasp.
She couldn’t let the thief have his way, so she swiftly grabbed one end of the necklace.
But the thief wouldn’t let go, apparently trying to snatch it by force.
She had no choice but to discreetly use her Special Ability to take back the necklace and gave him a kick as a bonus.
Yet, her kick didn’t involve spiritual power like Lan Xingye’s.
“Make way! Make way, who said there was a fatality here?” Someone had reported the incident, and the security team members quickly arrived.
“Who died here? Who’s the rotten scoundrel spreading rumors? Clearly, this scumbag tried to scam my bro Lan, and my bro justly knocked him out in self-defense.” The lackey had not seen clearly how the man got there, but it didn’t stop him from distorting the facts, pointing at the downed thief.
Lan Xingye looked at this lackey, his brows furrowed enough to squash a fly.
Then, both Lan Xingye’s group and Qu Tong were taken away for questioning.
Fortunately, the situation was clear-cut. The robber ended up with a meal in jail, and Qu Tong and Lan Xingye were quickly released.
Lan Xingye was furious though. He had made plans to celebrate with Qu Wanwan, and what time was it now?
He glared fiercely at Qu Tong before hastily taking off in his flying vehicle.
Qu Tong strolled leisurely back to the entrance of the school.
There weren’t many people left in front of the screen.
Qu Tong easily found Xu An’s results. His written test score was great, fourth place, but his spiritual power grade was just barely B+, which was bottom-tier in the Mecha Single Soldier Department. A B-rank physical grade is the minimum requirement to enter the battlefield.
Before the incident, Xu An had actually also had an S-rank physique.
Beneath Xu An’s name was Qu Wanwan’s. She was in fifth place for the written test, but her combined score was higher than Xu An’s.
This achievement among the new students was considered excellent.
What drew more attention, however, was Qu Wanwan’s A- spiritual power level, highlighted in green.
This indicated a reproductive potential higher than 40.
The Empire’s average reproductive potential is 30. Those with higher reproductive potential are generally more likely to conceive children, while those with lower values have more difficulty, according to genetic data statistics.
Of course, there are exceptions, but this likelihood is as rare as a genetic mutation.
“Qu Tong’s” reproductive potential was 20. As a soul that had crossed over, logic dictated that she should have inherited the original host’s reproductive value.