Chapter Thirty-Two: Eighth Rank!

  Today's lesson is about military flags. The teacher spoke enthusiastically on the podium, explaining that different army flags represent different numbers of people, with cavalry, infantry and navy having different meanings.

  Different troops have different military flags, and the flag language used in battle command is also different. To have an extra life on the battlefield, one naturally needs to grasp some of the flag language.

  This is not only beneficial to ordinary soldiers, but also in case of meritorious promotion to become an officer, the entire army's flag language can be grasped, and random correct judgments can be made on the battlefield.

  As a place to cultivate warriors for the military, flag language became an important course. Failing the exam would have an impact on entering the Dou Ling Great Array. Qian Jin struggled to keep his eyes open, although he was already familiar with the flag language of these military flags, but the teacher in charge was holding the power to score points in daily life.

  When the exam scores and daily life scores are averaged, that's the key to entering the Dou Ling Da Array. This semester, he sent the Dean of Studies' nephew, Kaisa, to the hospital twice in a row, so this cunning Dean of Studies will definitely ask the teachers for help.

  Between offending the Dean of Studies and offending a student, Qian Jin believes that anyone with a normal brain would choose to offend a student. How could he give the Dean of Studies such an opportunity?

  The classroom that was filled with the sound of lectures suddenly fell silent, and Teacher Huan's face turned iron-green as he stared at Qianjin who was spacing out. His fingers lightly tapped on the desk. As a top-notch eighth-level flag language student, being assigned to Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy for two years was already humiliating enough. And yet, there were still students who dared to space out in class! Wasn't it just because the principal had looked at him with high expectations this morning? He immediately started spacing out during class! Such a frivolous student must be made aware of how rigorous and important flag language is as a subject.

  "Qian Jin! Qian Jin! Qian Jin!" The loud roar from the stage brought back Qian Jin, who was distracted. He pointed to the stage and said, "You come up here, just like I did earlier, and tell me again what the flag signal we just used means."

  Huan Na's face turned red as he stared at Qian Jin, who looked bewildered. He had already felt some anger in his heart. Good, this morning the Dean of Teaching Affairs had just found him, and if he could get rid of this student, he promised to find a way to recommend himself immediately, striving to let himself enter a middle or higher college to teach next semester. Since the opportunity had come, he would make things difficult for Qian Jin.

  Flag language? What flag language? With a brain full of doubts, he stood on the podium and looked at the young lecturer: "Teacher, are you sure you want me to do it like you just did?"

  "Of course!"

  "Oh, I see." Qian Jin took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves, and under the attention of all his classmates, he pointed to Ming Tong who was sitting below the stage: "You! You! You! Come up here and tell me what that flag signal just meant!"

  ……

  The whole class was quiet, and the teacher stared blankly at Qianjin, unable to think that this student would actually come up with such a strange move at this time.

  “Y...” The teacher's chest heaved violently, his finger pointing at Gan Jing's nose: “As your teacher, I have to admit that you're quick-witted. But this kind of cleverness on the battlefield will only get you killed. Now I'll give you another chance, next I'll use flag signals, and you translate them on the side. If you translate incorrectly, you can expect a makeup exam for this course!”

  Dry and stubborn, retaking the exam is a small matter, but the position of the Dou Ling Da Array is important.

  The students under the podium cast sympathetic glances at Qianjin, and the flag language teacher, although only a primary college teacher, was said to have an eighth-level flag language proficiency. After two years of internship here, he would go to a higher academy to teach, so his flag language speed must be incredibly fast! If you want to deal with Qianjin...

  "Advance... retreat... three thousand seven hundred and sixty-two ambushes on the left..." Qian Jin stood on the platform, translating the teacher's flag language non-stop, his speed not inferior to the teacher's.

  Only a few dozen flag languages were played, and the students under the stage were all stunned. Gan Jing, this warrior student who usually never actively answered questions in class, actually mastered the flag language to such an extent? The teacher's hands had already gone from being casual at first to flying fast.

  Huan Na's heart, from initial indifference, gradually became tense, and then turned into shock. Her hands moved faster and faster, constantly picking up other flags from the desk and changing them in quick succession.

  Infantry, scouts, cavalry... Hana's heart beats faster and faster. Nowadays, these flag signals are no longer the ones she taught before. Even another flag signal teacher from Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy can't understand them. How did Jianjing answer so fluently? Where did this little guy come from?

  "How is that possible?" Huanna's speed of waving the flag language had already reached the level that only an eighth-level flag language master could achieve, and it was not something that a non-professional flag language warrior would understand. However, Qianjin still didn't make any mistakes and continued to respond.

  For the entire class, Huan felt his arms aching, but Qianjin's movements were flawless. Until the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Qianjin shrugged and bowed to the teacher before turning around and walking out of the classroom.

  Plop... Huanna sat weakly on the bench, staring blankly at the floor of the classroom, unable to believe for a long time what had just happened. Gan Jing, who usually never actively answered questions, actually persisted for an entire class under a professional flag language eighth-level expert.

  "This... " Huan Na couldn't believe it, that the flag language he had studied hard for over a decade and finally obtained an eighth-level certification after numerous exams, was actually messed up by a student who didn't even have any flag language certification in just one class period.

  Flag language eighth grade! It's not just about how many flag languages you remember, but also requires you to type them out flawlessly, and there are strict requirements for the speed of typing flag languages, making it a very difficult professional certification.

  This kind of professional talent is also a main flag hand in the army. Not only can they be responsible for transmitting orders on the battlefield and making flag languages, but they are also responsible for deciphering the opponent's flag language work.

  Huan Na was always full of confidence, thinking that after teaching a few years at the academy, he would join the military and become one of the best flag signaling officers. However, he never expected that in an elementary school classroom, not even one student could keep up with him. In the last ten minutes of class, Huan Na even used demonic flag signals, but Qian Jing still responded fluently.

  "This kid......" Huan Na's eyes suddenly lit up: "He can't be... from a military family, right? Impossible! Children from prestigious families should all go to top-notch colleges, why would they come to this third-rate college?"