Chapter 126: Chapter 36 Jilan Chapter 126: Chapter 36 Jilan Editor: Noodletown Translations “`
After having a meal at a restaurant, Mu Fan’s electronic nameplate buzzed, indicating a new message.
“Candidate 1578, Mu Fan, please reach Jilan Arena in Area A by 2:00 PM.
Failure to do so will result in disqualification.”
Finally, it had arrived.
“Black, check the distance to Jilan Arena in Area A,” Mu Fan asked softly.
“Recommend taking the magnetic levitation train, the travel time is approximately forty minutes.”
Glancing at his watch, it was only 11:00 AM, leaving him three hours.
No time to waste, Mu Fan picked up his bag and prepared to depart.
Leaving the restaurant, Mu Fan saw familiar faces heading towards the shuttle station, many of whom were just at the arena.
As Mu Fan stood quietly in the train carriage, he pondered the rule he saw before leaving the arena.
“Random 1-on-1 fighting match, top 100 advance.
There are 8,053 candidates, and detailed venue arrangements will be sent to candidates in thirty minutes.”
Top 100?
Twenty from each of the Five Great Colleges?
This conflicted with the information he had gathered earlier, yet no one questioned it.
Leaning against the window, Mu Fan was not interested in the magnificent cityscape outside but instead took out the electronic nameplate to review the rules again, examining them one by one.
This rule was correct.
No issue with this one.
This one…
why hadn’t he seen it before?
Such small print.
Mu Fan read carefully.
Huh?
All rules for the final selection phase are set according to military arrangements.
Military arrangements?
How did he not have information on the military arrangements?
Mu Fan scrolled through the electronic nameplate multiple times but found nothing.
Could it be that only by reaching the top 100 could one finally obtain the military’s exam arrangements?
Clenching his fist, Mu Fan knew he had to make it into the top 100 and stopped dwelling on it, leaning against the window and pretended to rest.
“Dear passengers, the terminus of this intercity train has been reached.
Please alight and take your belongings…”
As the train shuddered, Mu Fan finally arrived alone at No.
1 City in Area A on Purple Jade Star, the heart of the planet.
Exiting the station, he was astonished by the scene that unfolded, different from the small scale of Loga Star.
From the exit, one could see the whole urban area with a unique structure, combining the city and the Primitive Forest, not like the bustling D area.
The architecture in Area A appeared exquisite at a glance, and many uniquely shaped skyscrapers stood tall, with a rough count revealing more than twenty levels of floating car lanes.
The exit where he stood was, surprisingly, in mid-air, with a towering central hub below him.
The dense greenery in the distance and clouds in the sky opened up one’s mind.
Seeing this, Mu Fan anticipated the upcoming test even more.
Hailing a taxi with a wave, Mu Fan stated his destination and fell silent.
However, the driver couldn’t stay quiet and attempted to chat with Mu Fan.
“Jilan Arena?
Young man, are you going to watch the match?”
“Oh?
Are matches usually scheduled there?” Mu Fan, initially silent, became interested and asked upon hearing the driver.
“Of course!
There are always heavyweight matches here.
They say renowned fighters often visit from other planets, though this place seems to be under the Mountain Mist Association.”
Mountain Mist Association?
Where did he hear that before?
“You know about the Mountain Mist Association too?” Mu Fan asked curiously.
“Of course, everyone knows.
It’s an underworld gang right under the government’s nose, best not to provoke them.” Clearly, the driver avoided saying more.
How could a property of the Mountain Mist Association be a Federation-designated exam point?
“Hey, young man, you’re not being fair, not answering me for ages, haha.” The driver suddenly realized Mu Fan hadn’t answered him.
“I’m going there to compete.” Mu Fan replied casually.
The driver’s hand shook, nearly steering the floating car off track.
“You’re competing in there?”
“Yes.”
Mu Fan replied with just one word.
This time, no matter how curious the driver was, he didn’t dare ask more, wishing he could let Mu Fan off immediately.
…
While Mu Fan traveled in silence, the busy Fat Brother, writing furiously in Area A, was unaware that Mu Fan had just entered Area A.
Fat Brother couldn’t spare a moment because he was in the critical phase of his answer sheet, with only half an hour left to submit.
For some reason, Fat Brother decided to hand in a meticulously prepared test!
Yes, remembering his father’s hopeful look, Fat Brother was full of zeal.
He didn’t come all this way to not perform well.
The female examiner no longer paid attention to Young Master Harry, who had been diligently writing since her visit.
Finally looking like a proper exam scene, the proctors were at ease, satisfied with the quiet room.
“Regarding the safety of logistics and transportation, I believe it shouldn’t be my question, as in the future, I’m just a driver, not holding a gun, so I suggest the teacher who asked this question consult the senior officers…”
“The supply and demand relationship between food on interstellar ships and soldiers’ numbers?
That’s simple, more is better.
How can you ask how much food should be loaded in storage?
This genius believes that when food reaches saturation, troops’ combat power will make a qualitative leap.
If I become the future head of military logistics, I must build a highly mobile transportation team equipped with the highest tech storage devices to ensure soldiers eat food as if it just left the pot!…”
Fat Brother’s face flushed red, suddenly feeling he came to the right place.
Writing seemed so intuitive, confirming he was indeed a logistics genius.
Fat Brother never considered how the graders’ faces would look upon seeing such a test.
Phew, it’s done!
Fat Brother contentedly put down his pen, painting the objective part of the answer sheet into a bun shape.
Why a bun shape?
You ask Fat Brother why, and if you want me to shape it like a roast chicken, do I have that kind of time?
Time to hand it in!
With a bell’s chime, a mechanical arm popped out of every desk, pressing down on the answer sheets.
Fat Brother tossed his pen, falling into a deep state of self-love and fantasy.
“Please prepare for the next test, electronic simulation of logistics support, in 2 hours.”
Young Master Harry’s just smirked mouth halted.
“Electronic simulation?”
Why electronic simulation?
Let’s use real weapons and ammunition, and Fat Brother’ll serve you a good meal!
If Wayne knew his son had secretly learned to cook, who knows if he’d beat him senseless.
Hey, was Mu Fan finished with his test yet?
Fat Brother suddenly thought.
…
Harry was probably still in his exam right now?
As Mu Fan, with his pitch-black eyes, looked at the imposing gates, he suddenly thought.
Jilan Arena, finally here!
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