Chapter 001: The Student Known as "Rotten Muck"

  On June 4, 327 of the Earth calendar, Domyr welcomed another summer.

  Domyr Star South, Los Angeles City, Nan Ying Academy.

  Afternoon, scorching sun like fire, Nan Ying College Grade 3 C-69 class...

  "The crossroads of life refer to the present moment. There are many turning points in a person's life, and the graduation exam half a month from now is your first turning point."

  "You must have a sense of urgency."

  On the podium, Class Director Li Gang spoke eloquently, heaven knows how many times he has repeated these words in his 100 years of teaching career.

  The 120 students of Class C-69, Grade Three, sat up straight and listened attentively to their head teacher's final speech. As Li Gang had said, this was the turning point in their lives. The graduation exam half a month later would determine their future fate.

  Like other classmates, Sun Yan sat in the back row, wide-eyed, with a forced smile on his face, looking focused.

  "Some of you have already condensed your inner yuan into a basic martial artist, and I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate you in advance. The doors of the Higher Academy are now open to you."

  As Class Director Li Gang spoke, the 12 students in the class stood up straight and proudly raised their heads. Their spirit and energy evoked a wave of envy from surrounding classmates. As 16-year-old first-class warriors, they were the direct recruitment targets of top colleges and universities, and they would be the elite of high society in the future.

  "Of course, you can't slack off either. The martial arts assessment in half a month will also determine which higher academy you can enter. I hope all 12 of you can enter the Imperial Wind Higher Academy." Class teacher Li Gang encouraged, his tone turning, "As for others, they must not slack off either. Academic performance determines your future fate. Academic subjects are no less important than martial arts cultivation, and half a month's time is still enough to make significant progress."

  A weak response echoed among the students present, in this era, high-level warriors are the pillars of high society, followed by special talents, and others can only become middle-class citizens at most. In today's society, as long as you complete twelve years of compulsory education, finding a job will at least keep you from starving to death.

  However, to enter a promising job such as working on an interstellar flight, becoming an interstellar mercenary, or even joining the military, only warriors are qualified.

  "Twelve years of compulsory education is about to come to an end. I hope you will all encourage each other, learn from each other and make progress together. Of course, don't learn from a certain person..." Class teacher Li Gang suddenly emphasized his tone, staring fiercely at one person.

  Splash!

  The whole class of 119 pairs of eyes stared at one person, followed by a burst of mocking laughter, this situation is almost a daily occurrence.

  Sun Yan still had his eyes wide open, a smile on his face that seemed to be born from heaven, and he didn't know that he had once again become the focus of the whole class. A sleeping person wouldn't know what's going on around him, Sun Yan not only slept soundly, but he was also dreaming, in his dream, he was driving his own spaceship, flying to the edge of the Odin star domain, and except for him, everyone else on the ship were beautiful women, spinning around him, spinning around him, clicking...

  Li Gang's hands suddenly clenched into fists, his veins bulging. This rubbish student was sleeping in his class again, or rather, sleeping with his eyes open.

  Sleeping with eyes open, watching adult movies in martial arts class, failing all exams, peeking at girls' underwear, except for fighting and quarreling, this pig has taken over all the bad records.

  Oh no, this lump of rotten martial arts hasn't even reached the level of "tempering the body", he doesn't dare to fight and he also doesn't dare to provoke others.

  Class teacher Li Gang gazed coldly at Sun Yan, this pig was his biggest stain in 100 years of teaching.

  Taking a deep breath, Li Gang forced a smile back onto his face. In just half a month's time, this trash would be gone from Nan Ying College. Having waited for three years already, what was another half a month?

  The classroom once again echoed with the impassioned graduation mobilization speech of Class Director Li Gang.

  The bell rang, and students poured out of the classroom.

  Sun Yan walked out, yawning. Today was truly lucky, as Black-Faced Li hadn't discovered him sleeping. Although his skill of sleeping with his eyes open was unparalleled in history, once this ultimate technique became known to others, he would become the object of special "attention" from the teachers.

  Dazed, Sun Yan's figure paused for a moment, feeling the backpack on his shoulder bump into someone. He turned around to apologize, but saw his classmate Zhang Xin with a look of disgust all over her face, wiping her arm with a tissue and glaring at him, saying: "Watch where you're going."

  Sun Yan pouted and didn't say a word, slipping aside to make way.

  It's obvious that this woman bumped into me on her own, yet she's the first to cry foul. Forget it, a good man doesn't fight with a woman, besides, I just finished the "Tempering" stage and our strengths are vastly different, a true hero doesn't take advantage of someone weaker.

  "What's wrong, Xin?" Behind him came a boy from the same class, Gao Jing, who was as his name suggested, tall and powerful, one of the 12 basic martial artists in Class 69.

  Zhang Xin immediately flashed a sweet smile, "It's okay, let's go." As the two walked past Sun Yan, Gao Jing glanced at him with a look that seemed to be looking at a pile of shit in a latrine.

  Sun Yan lowered his eyebrows and eyes, as a bottom-tier student in this school, he had long learned his own set of survival rules.

  After his classmates had left, Sun Yan slowly emerged and followed at the end of the large crowd of students who were dismissed from school.

  "Ayin." Someone called out from behind him, his sworn brother Mu Tong.

  Sun Yan yawned again: "Why are you so slow too."

  "You slept for another day? You can even sleep with your eyes open, cow." Mu Tong pushed up his thick glasses, "I was filling out my college application form today, so I'm late."

  "Are special talents recruited directly? Alas, having a specialty is good." Sun Yan said enviously.

  In today's society, martial artists are the backbone of society, and special talents are highly valued. Mokutou's unique talent is mechanics, and with his innate gift in this area, he may have a good chance of entering a B-level or higher military base in the future, becoming an elite member of high society.

  As for himself, Sun Yan helplessly shrugged his shoulders, and in the future he might have to rely on government relief funds to survive, becoming what people commonly call a "rice worm", a social parasite.

  Mù patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Don't be discouraged, ā yán, you will definitely become an excellent martial artist in the future."

  Mù Tóng had always known that Sūn Yán's dream was to become an excellent warrior, with his own flying ship. Although this dream seemed too elusive, having a dream is better than just drifting through life.

  Facing the sunset, looking at the vast crowd of students in front of him, Sun Yan sighed: "What a pity, three years have passed, not even having a girlfriend, nor has he ever held a girl's hand."

  Mu Tongxin nodded in agreement, although he had a special talent, his future was bound to be exceptional. However, the girl's love interest still lay mostly with the martial artist.

  The crowd in front suddenly stirred, and a girl walked out of the A-level teaching building. Everyone's gaze turned to her instantly.

  Jet-black shoulder-length hair, amber-colored eyes, and a perfect figure with a tall stature - such a girl always becomes the center of attention. Not to mention that on her school uniform sleeve, there is an embroidered badge with the words "3A" (1-1).

  Grade 3 Class A1, Chief Student - Feng Lingxue, a genius martial artist, the dream lover of all male students at Nan Ying Academy, and also the dream lover of many female students.

  Looking at Fēng Líng Xuě joining the after-school crowd, Mù Tóng clicked his tongue and shook his head in admiration: "This is what a perfect girl looks like! I've always wondered, why did Fēng Líng Xuě choose to attend our Nán Yīng Academy?"

  Sun Yan gazed at the girl's back in front of him, which was like a radiant body, and murmured: "Yes! Who knows? These are not things we can know either."

  These inside stories are not something a mediocre student like him would know about, nor is he interested in knowing them.

  "Wooden barrel."

  "Huh?"

  "Next time help me upgrade the player, with a larger capacity, the last one is already full."

  "Damn it!" Mu Tong stretched out his hands and raised two big middle fingers, the huge player was full, how many short films did this guy put in there.

  ……

  The streetlights had just come on, and Sun Wen was walking down a street in District 44 of Luoshan City.

  The 44th district of Luoshan City is located in the southern part of the city, near the suburbs.

  The real estate in District 44 has always been sluggish. The residents of Luoshan City are mostly Huaxia ethnic, and the Huaxia people have a long history in the Earth Alliance. Of course, the Huaxia people are also very sensitive to numbers. The number 4 has never been liked by the Huaxia people, let alone double 4s.

  On the other hand, the buildings in District 44 are too old. Many of the district's buildings were constructed when Domir was first developed, simply put, they are dangerous buildings.

  Sun Yan lived on the 24th floor of a high-rise building. If an accident really occurred, it was basically a floor that couldn't be escaped even if one ran.

  He opened the door, Sun Yan furrowed his brow, sniffed his nose, and his face changed drastically. He rushed into the bedroom, quickly opened the wardrobe, lifted the board, and saw that there was only one bottle of wine in the secret compartment. "Damn it! There's still a bottle of wine? This old guy's nose is too sharp!"

  Behind him, a middle-aged man leaned against the door, slender in build, holding a bottle of wine, with disheveled long hair reaching his shoulders and a full beard, this was Sun Yan's father, Sun Xiao.

  "Of course, you don't even care who your son is." Sun Xiang poured wine and said vaguely: "Our house has only two rooms, a small place, where can you hide the wine?"

  Sun Yan's face turned black as he stood up, roaring: "Old man, didn't you promise me that you would only drink half a kilogram every day? The doctor just told you to quit drinking last time."

  A middle-aged man, stroking his ear, said slowly and deliberately: "Men's words are all unreliable, son, you have to learn. For social parasites like us, to win a woman's favor, we need to rely on tactics, sweet talk, soft and hard bubbles, dead skin stubbornness, do you understand? Otherwise, with your appearance, you will be a bachelor for life."

  Sun Yan raised his middle finger and scorned, "Brother, I'm like this, but aren't you the one who gave birth to me, what's there to brag about?"

  Sun Xiang turned around and fell onto the sofa in the large hall, shouting: "Alright, alright. Get ready, we'll go sweep the ancestral house in a bit."

  A moment later, Sun Yan walked out of the bedroom with a bag in hand and pressed down on Sun Xiao who was about to get up.

  "Ow! Ah, you little scamp, be gentle! Don't you still consider me your father?"

  "You old man, you've worked hard all day and still went to sweep the ancestral house. Do you want to die early? I won't see you off." Sun Yan scolded, "I can go by myself, don't get drunk again. It was definitely you who destroyed mom's photo when you were drunk back then."

  "Can you blame me? She's my wife, and secondly your mother, get the relationship straight first, understand?" Sun Xiao rubbed his shoulders and lay down on the sofa, not moving again.

  The sound of the door closing came, Sun stood in front of the window, looking at the boy's back gradually disappearing into the streetlights, his eyes were deep and profound, "Mu Hua, our son is 16 years old, he has finally grown up, did you see...?"

  A moment later, a roar came from the bedroom, "Damn it, you little beast, took away the last bottle of wine! Sun Yan, I'm going to cut off our father-son relationship!"