is definitely accepted.

More than 30,000 people flocked to the posting location, creating a dense crowd.

Yang Ding heard from his wife that the number of people admitted this time was around 20%.

This means that the number of new students in the martial arts academy, which originally enrolled only four or five thousand each year, has suddenly expanded to more than ten thousand. Moreover, most of them are weaklings who have not yet awakened and have been forced into the academy by their parents' investment of cultivation resources.

Yang Ding noticed that many people weren't as excited as they had been a few days ago, probably because they had heard rumors.

With such an acceptance rate and such educational reforms, it's obvious that they're just throwing money away.

He couldn't squeeze in at all, so he had to wait outside for his wife and Fang Jing to come over.

Xiang Tianyou and a few friends walked over, cursing and swearing.

"I am a genuine Awakened One, and there is absolutely no way I could be placed in Class C, or at the very least, Class B."

"But Tianyou, your melee score is 0, which is very important for the advanced class."

"The advanced classes should be focusing more on talent. My punching power has exceeded 1000 jin, while those weaklings are only four or five hundred, with the highest being a mere six hundred. Can they compare to me?"

Xiang Tianyou couldn't squeeze in either; he hadn't even seen the list yet.

But he firmly believed that he would be assigned to the second-class class, and that the school had no reason to bury such a talent as him, especially since his aunt was also working hard.

His best friend, also a stubborn fellow, reminded him again, "You're right, but unfortunately your melee score is zero."

"Can you shut the fuck up? If you keep babbling, we're not friends anymore."

After this educational reform, the difference between Class B and Class C is very significant.

The course duration for Class B is still four years. During this period, students can advance to Class A through monthly exams.

Entering the top-tier class means receiving the best training resources and guidance from the best instructors.

After graduation, one can serve in the Northern Legion of the Empire, where they can obtain top-tier cultivation resources, ultimately changing their family's fate and becoming a superior person.

Class C and Class D are completely different. The original four-year study period has been changed to one year for graduation. There are no resources to help them, so ordinary people with average abilities have no chance of being promoted.

Clearly, this is a job that's just asking for trouble.

As fate would have it, Xiang Tianyou and Yang Ding met again in the crowd.

"Does someone like you, with weak punching power, poor skills, and zero close combat record, even have the right to look at the rankings?"

Yang Ding chuckled, "Please excuse me, I'm just here to join in the fun. Theoretically speaking, I should be able to get into the D class."

"You only deserve to be in the lowest grade."

"Are you also in Class D?" Yang Ding asked deliberately.

"That's ridiculous. My punching power is 1030 jin. Even if you don't give me close combat points, I'm still in Class B."

"You'll find out which class you're in when you check the results. Don't be so arrogant in front of my husband. You're 18 years old and you still have the nerve to brag about having a thousand pounds of strength."

Ye Rou walked over and stood beside Yang Ding, coldly looking at Xiang Tianyou.

Xiang Tianyou was not convinced by what others said.

But Ye Rou said that he had to admit it.

Ye Rou is also 18 years old this year. Her strength has reached the middle stage of the fifth rank, her punch strength is more than three million jin, and she has also created the Soul-Severing Spear Technique.

"You've caused trouble for my husband several times already. I'm warning you to watch your step."

Xiang Tianyou was very unhappy to be scolded by the goddess in his heart.

"As a martial arts academy instructor, are you really going to lay a hand on me, your student, now that you're her husband?"

"I don't care if you're students or whatever. Anyone who dares to mess with my husband, I'll beat them to death."

Ye Rou clenched her fists to scare people.

Although her fists were small and white, few people in the Martial Arts Academy or even the entire Jiangling City could withstand a single punch from her.

Xiang Tianyou's face turned green, and his previous arrogance vanished.

At this moment, Fang Jing also walked over. Seeing Ye Rou's displeasure, she asked, "Who's the one who dared to offend our Xiao Rou this time?"

"Who else could it be?" Ye Rou glared at Xiang Tianyou and his friends.

Fang Jing gave them a sharp look. "Some people just need to be taught a lesson."

Xiang Tianyou and the others never expected that Yang Ding, that bastard, an ordinary person from the pig farming department, who got the school beauty Ye Rou, would also get involved with the rare space-related beauty instructor Fang Jing.

"Forget it, honey, forget it, Sister Jing, let's not argue with them, let's look at the rankings."

Yang Ding felt a sense of guilt, as if he were the arrogant villain.

With these two women backing me up, I'm really in a tough spot!

Soon, they were at the top of the list. There were 2500 places available for Class C, and it took the three of them a long time to find Yang Ding's name.

Ye Rou was overjoyed and skipped along, holding Yang Ding's arm.

"Here it is, honey, you got the job!"

"Really? Your husband has finally become a martial arts practitioner too!" Fang Jing said with a smile.

Yang Ding was actually quite calm. With his current abilities, he could already be a sophomore or junior in college, so he didn't care about being in a third-class class.

But when he looked closely, he saw that above his own name was Xiang Tianyou.

That guy is currently frantically searching for his name on the list of students in the second-tier class, along with his classmates.

The other students had already found him and were helping him search.

I searched again and again, but I still couldn't find it.

Yang Ding waved at him and shouted, "Hey, you idiot, you're here. Give me a class."

He called several times before Xiang Tianyou finally heard him.

He looked up, finding it hard to believe.

"Bullshit! I could never be in a third-class class, I could never be your classmate."

Xiang Tianyou can accept Class C, and there will be a chance for him to be promoted in the future.

But he really couldn't accept being classmates with a good-for-nothing like Yang Ding.

Just a month before the college entrance examination, he still thought of himself as a chosen one of heaven.

"Really, you're right here."

Yang Ding shouted at the top of his lungs, determined not to give up until Xiang Tianyou came over.

Xiang Tianyou pretended not to hear and forced his buddies to look on the list of Class B students.

His friend got impatient. "Why don't you go and see for yourself?"

A guy ran up to the edge of Yangding and spotted it immediately.

He was overjoyed and slapped his thigh.

"Tianyou, Tianyou, you're here! Come quickly, we've finally found you!"

"You'd better look carefully; there might be other people named Xiang Tianyou at Jiangling University."

"Impossible. This Xiang Tianyou used to be in the top class. It's you, there's no mistake."

Xiang Tianyou walked over with a pained expression. Yang Ding, afraid he wouldn't see it, tapped his name. "Here!"

Xiang Tianyou's lips twitched; he hoped this was a dream.

"This is pure nonsense. I'm going to appeal to the school. How can I be with these trash, practicing trashy techniques and using trashy cultivation resources?"

"Appeal my ass! This is President Zhou's order. The principal wouldn't dare to protect you. You might as well accept reality and try to make a difference in the next monthly exam."

At this moment, Mao Jian also came over dejectedly, his face showing no sign of happiness.

"He's definitely been accepted," Yang Ding said with a smile.