Marriage Eligibility Released

Yang Ding deeply understood the principle that one must bear the weight of a crown if one desires to wear it.

An ordinary person who hasn't awakened his potential, who marries two celestial genius girls in the junior class in less than three months of schooling, will inevitably suffer more jealousy and sabotage.

He either chooses to give up or enjoy the challenge while embracing it.

Yang Ding chose the latter without hesitation. He was no monk or eunuch. Now that he had risen from his slumber, he had to eat meat.

Eat beautiful meat, eat sweet meat, eat the finest meat in the world.

Especially after his wedding night with Ye Rou, he deeply felt how wonderful it was to have such a beautiful wife.

After comforting Fang Jing, Yang Ding took his wife to rest, while he went to the rooftop with his black gold sword to practice the Nine Forms of Swordplay.

After this weekend, he will have his second weekly test with Xiang Tianyou.

If he wins two more times, he will become the captain of the 100-person team in Class C2, where he only needs to give orders to minimize the risk of death.

Mao Jian was already waiting for him on the roof. Yang Ding thought of a good way to practice the swinging sword style: let Mao Jian attack him with soybeans, and he would use the tip of his sword to kill the soybeans.

Mao Jian, carrying a basin full of soybeans, asked with a smile, "Brother Ding, is this enough?"

That's enough.

"Interesting. Others cultivate by gathering resources to nourish their bodies, but you're using soybeans. How can you possibly hit something so small?"

"Even with the strength of ten thousand tons, if one cannot comprehend superior techniques, one will ultimately fall into inferior levels and never reach the realm of a grandmaster."

"We ordinary people shouldn't even think about becoming a grandmaster. Eight thousand catties of punching power in the second-grade upper realm is already an insurmountable limit."

Mao Jian had been suppressed and educated by his mother since childhood, and had long lost his ambition, so Yang Ding was naturally not influenced by him.

"bring it on."

Mao Jian grabbed a soybean and smashed it against Yang Ding from all directions.

Yang Ding would need to use the Sweeping Sword Style to shatter them one by one, a skill he had learned when he challenged Mao Jian's mother, who was of a higher level, last time.

Mao Mu attacked with both fists, the punches were very dense, but flesh is flesh, and hitting the sword tip is self-harm.

What does "stars falling across the field" mean? It means that when the sword tip strikes, it's as dense as stars falling across a vast field.

As the first move, it can both defend against attacks from weapons, fists, and hidden weapons, and also look for opportunities to strike the opponent's vital points.

The reason why "Nine Sword Styles" is simple is that it only has nine basic moves, and practitioners can use these nine moves to create thousands of variations.

The two practiced until 2 a.m., a full five hours, until half of the soybeans were crushed before they stopped.

Mao Jian's arms ached from exhaustion, but Yang Ding was full of energy.

This is the surging passion that comes with the prospect of marrying a second wife.

Yang Ding took out the snacks Ye Rou had bought for him and ate them with Mao Jian.

"You should learn some hidden weapon techniques."

Why?

"Since you're going to be part of the law enforcement team, you'll be dealing with low-level alien beasts. Hidden weapons are effective, and they're also good against low-level martial artists. The downside is that you're easily countered and killed by metal-type ability users," Yang Ding analyzed.

"That's right. We low-level martial artists should use hidden weapons. But since I transferred to the martial arts academy, the wages from the farm have stopped, so I don't have much money. My wife only earns 3200 a month, and my mother has already spent all her savings."

"We should get a subsidy for going down into the cave, otherwise who would risk their lives?"

"Brother Ding, isn't your future role supposed to be with the law enforcement team?"

"Are the law enforcement team worthy of my wife? She's going to be a martial arts grandmaster someday."

Mao Jian shook his head. "She's definitely not good enough for me. It's not good for a woman to be too strong."

"Of course it's good. Look at those powerful and wealthy families, the women they marry are all excellent. But you also have to work hard. If I had to give a goal, I would say the stars and the sea."

"You're even more daring than I was when I ate poisonous mushrooms."

……

The following Saturday, in order to let Yang Ding get some more sleep, Ye Rou and Fang Jing went to the 195th floor to make breakfast.

After the two finished eating, Yang was served the top.

As she reached the door, Fang Jing glanced back at her wedding photo.

"Rou, you go upstairs first, I'll open the window to let some fresh air in."

"Okay, let's meet downstairs. There are a lot of people using the matchmaking machine on weekends, so we need to get there early."

"Um."

Fang Jing walked up to the wedding photo, intending to wipe the dust off her husband's face, but to her surprise, it was unusually clean.

"Husband, we grew up together in the Women and Children's Hospital. I wanted to observe three months of mourning for you, but the marriage system in the Empire has changed."

"I must remarry today. It's just a delaying tactic, no matter who I marry. I will go to the North to find you whenever I have the chance."

"But I can't call you husband anymore."

"Don't blame me, we were born in this era, we didn't have much of a choice."

Fang Jing thought she had a lot to say, but at this moment she was speechless and could only leave silently.

After finishing their meal, Yang Ding and Ye Rou held hands and took the elevator downstairs.

Because it was the weekend, many people were still catching up on sleep, and the elevator was almost empty.

"Honey, should we tell Jingjie the truth?"

"Actually, we didn't lie to her. You suggested before that she marry me as my second wife, but since she didn't agree, let the marriage system decide."

Ye Rou nodded, thinking about it, and agreed.

"What if she's not paired with you, or my sister guessed wrong?"

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it. Anyway, we didn't lie to her, so don't feel guilty."

Ye Rou felt much better immediately, as she also regarded Fang Jing as her own sister.

Fang Jing was already waiting downstairs. The three of them went straight to the marriage matchmaking building at Jiangling University without saying a word.

The matchmaking building has five floors and 1,000 matchmaking machines, which are responsible for the matchmaking of more than 110,000 teachers, students and staff in the school.

It wasn't the start of the school year, so there weren't many people in line. The three of them found their way to the fifth floor and lined up in front of marriage matching machine number 996.

The people in the front group turned around at the same time and instantly recognized Ye Rou and Yang Ding.

The news of Yang Ding's wife's rise to fame had almost reached the front lines at the Great Wall in the north.

"Holy crap, isn't marrying such a beautiful Instructor Ye enough?"

"That petite girl looks like Instructor Fang from the Space Department."

"No way, she's so beautiful and feminine, why would she marry this guy?"

The three of them standing together formed a beautiful sight, quickly attracting the attention of everyone in the bridal chamber.

Fang Jing wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"These people are so annoying. You guys came here to keep me company, but they misunderstood and thought I was going to marry Yang Ding."

"If it's a misunderstanding, then it's a misunderstanding. Just ignore them," Ye Rou comforted her.

The people in front were very understanding and made way, saying, "Instructor Fang, you go first."

"What are you here for? I'm here to check things, not to arrange a marriage," Fang Jing said irritably.

"Then you go first, you're the instructor."

With hundreds of eyes watching, Fang Jing was too embarrassed to chat with them, so she could only bite the bullet and walk to the matchmaking machine.

"Facial scan complete."

"Fang Jing, female, 20 years old, ex-husband deceased, has one daughter, her eligibility for marriage has been released, and she has one opportunity for marriage."