Chapter 437: Chapter 435: Suppressing the Freshmen?
Hearing what Little Fatty said, Lin Xinghai couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. "You mean, some sophomores will come looking for trouble?"
"Heh heh! No need to be so blunt! But yeah, that’s pretty much it. Besides, it’s an unwritten rule. Happens every year."
"It’s actually the academy’s way of knocking us freshmen down a peg, taking the chance to humble us. That’s why this stuff happens," Little Fatty explained with a chuckle.
"So how do they usually cause trouble? And how did the freshmen from previous years handle it?" Lin Xinghai asked, rubbing his chin.
To be honest, he wasn’t surprised that East Sea Academy would pull something like this.
After all, anyone who got in here was truly the elite of the elite, especially those in his class.
The number of applicants had been enormous, and anyone who passed the screening process was considered a genius in their respective Shelter.
The ones who were actually admitted were geniuses among geniuses.
It was only natural for even the most average student to be a bit arrogant.
"The methods vary, and they’ll try to get you in all sorts of ways! For example, they might deliberately give you a hard time during registration, give you the wrong directions, or just make you wait around while they do nothing. Of course, the most direct method is an ’invitation to spar.’"
"Normally, fighting is forbidden on campus everywhere except the sparring arenas. But the first day of school is special. As long as no one gets killed, the instructors won’t get involved, no matter what kind of fight breaks out."
"Of course, this only applies to the freshmen and sophomores. Upperclassmen can’t interfere."
"But the sophomores are basically all in the Blood Qi Realm. Even an ordinary Third Class Student will have a Rare Superpower, and combined with their Blood Qi Power, a typical Special Class Student wouldn’t stand a chance," Little Fatty explained in detail.
He had already made sure to find out all these details long ago.
Lin Xinghai frowned slightly. Blood Qi Power could be used for both offense and defense. It just lacked the unique effects of a Superpower. Even for him, it wouldn’t be easy to deal with.
"So what’s the usual way to handle it?" Lin Xinghai continued to ask.
"That’s hard to say. It really depends on the person. For example, if a Third Class Student goes to register and says a few nice, flattering things, they might get off easy."
"But if it’s a Second Class or First Class Student, they’ll have to show some real ’sincerity.’ This so-called sincerity can be all sorts of useful items, but of course, the most direct is Huaxia Coins."
"But as for the Special Class Students, we’re the ones they really want to ’teach a lesson’ to. If you want to get by, you usually have to hand over Credit Points directly. And since they know we received a reward, the number of Credit Points they demand isn’t small," Little Fatty said.
"It sounds like there’s no way for me to avoid this ’spar,’ then," Lin Xinghai said with a soft sigh.
’If it were Huaxia Coins, I’d just hand them over. It wouldn’t hurt too much. But Credit Points? I need to save those to buy an Earth Level Technique. I can’t give those away.’
Little Fatty’s eyes lit up when he heard that. "Boss, what are you going to do?"
"That depends on their rules. Can we use things like weapons?" Lin Xinghai asked.
’If I can’t use weapons, fighting a Blood Qi Realm Martial Artist would be tough. I’d have to rely on my Speed to get into a drawn-out fight and slowly wear them down. It would be exhausting.’
"There aren’t really any rules. The only requirement is no fatal injuries. As for weapons, of course you can use them," Little Fatty answered.
Hearing that weapons were allowed, Lin Xinghai breathed a sigh of relief.
’That makes defeating them much easier. After all, I already got my equipment back, including that custom-made, miniature version of Mjolnir.’
’Even without unleashing my Thunder Power, the innate sharpness of Mjolnir alone would be more than a typical Blood Qi Realm Martial Artist could handle.’
But then he thought of something and asked, "When you say weapons, does that include firearms?"
Normally, carrying firearms was not permitted inside East Sea Base.
But there were two exceptions: first, military personnel, and second, the students and instructors of East Sea Academy.
In a way, East Sea Academy was a military academy. If a critical situation arose, its students were expected to head to the battlefield. It was no exaggeration to call them part-time soldiers.
As such, they had the right to carry firearms.
’The Tearing Rifles the military issued earlier haven’t been collected yet. I still have two of them in my combat pack!’
However, Lin Xinghai’s question stumped Little Fatty.
"Uh... I’m not sure about that. While there’s no written rule against it, it seems like no student has ever used firearms in this kind of spar," Little Fatty said, a bit awkwardly.
Lin Xinghai waved his hand, signaling that it was fine. Then he opened his wrist-mounted computer and sent a message to Zuo Wenya.
A reply came back just over a minute later.
A smile spread across Lin Xinghai’s face when he saw the reply.
"Firearms are allowed. In that case, this problem is easily solved. However, regular bullets aren’t threatening enough against a Blood Qi Realm Martial Artist. Can you get me some Armor-Piercing Bullets, just in case?" Lin Xinghai said.
Little Fatty was dumbfounded, but he still nodded quickly. At the same time, he silently offered a moment of prayer for those sophomores.
"Alright, I only want this stuff as a precaution. We’ll try to be civil before resorting to force. When the time comes, you can go talk to them first," Lin Xinghai said with a smile, seeing the look on Little Fatty’s face and knowing exactly what he was thinking.
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Soon, the convoy arrived at the main gate of East Sea Academy.
Lin Xinghai and his group hadn’t arrived late, but others had gotten there even earlier. The area by the main gate was already swarming with people.
However, after getting out of their vehicles, they noticed that many of the new students were just lingering by the main gate. Not many were actually going in; most were just watching from a distance.
Lin Xinghai’s gaze moved past the gate, where he saw a row of tables. Above them hung a banner with the three words "Freshman Registration Desk" written in large characters.
And from that very spot, shouts and curses could be heard intermittently.
"Looks like it’ll be hard to get through today peacefully," Lin Xinghai said, shaking his head at the scene.
"Haha, well that’s just their bad luck. Once you make your move, Boss, they’ll find out who’s really ’teaching a lesson’ to whom," Little Fatty said with a chuckle.
With Lin Xinghai around, he was brimming with confidence. This was especially true now that he’d had someone deliver the Armor-Piercing Bullets on the way here.
"Let’s go." Lin Xinghai didn’t say much else and led his group forward.
However, he had just taken a step when several familiar faces emerged from the crowd and walked toward them.
Every single one of them was a big name among the freshmen.
They were Qiu Liang, Yuan Zheng, Yan Feijie, Hong Xiuyuan, Jiang Zijin, and Qian Xingxiu.
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