Chapter 4

In the 6th month of Earth Year 4327, the planet Domyr welcomed another summer.

In the southern part of Domyr, in Luoshan City, at Nanying Academy.

In the afternoon, the scorching sun was like a blazing fire, and in the third-year C-69 class of Nanying Academy...

"At the crossroads of life, this is the moment. There are many turning points in one's life, and the graduation exam in half a month is your first turning point."

"You must have a sense of urgency."

On the podium, the homeroom teacher, Li Gang, spoke passionately. Who knew how many times he had repeated these words in his 100-year teaching career.

The 120 students of the third-year C-69 class sat upright, listening to the homeroom teacher's final lecture. As Li Gang said, this was their turning point in life, and the graduation exam in half a month would determine their future.

Like the other students, Sun Yan sat in the last row, eyes wide open, a smile on his face, and an appearance of full concentration.

"Some of you have already condensed your inner energy and become basic warriors. I congratulate you in advance. The doors of higher academies are now open to you."

As the homeroom teacher Li Gang spoke, 12 students in the class straightened their backs and raised their heads proudly. Their spirit and energy drew envy from their classmates. A first-level warrior at 16 was a direct recruitment target for higher academies, and they were the future elite of the upper class.

"Of course, you must not slack off. The martial arts evaluation in half a month will also determine which higher academy you can enter. I hope all 12 of you will enter the Imperial Wind Higher Academy." The homeroom teacher Li Gang encouraged them, then changed his tone, "As for the rest of you, you must not be complacent either. Your academic performance will determine your future. Unlike martial arts cultivation, academic performance can improve significantly in half a month."

A weak response echoed among the students. In this era, high-level warriors were the pillars of the upper class, followed by special talents, while others could at most become the middle class. In today's society, as long as you completed 12 years of compulsory education, you could find a job and at least not starve.

However, to enter a promising job, such as working on a starship, becoming a space mercenary, or even joining the military, only warriors had the qualifications.

"Twelve years of compulsory education are about to come to an end. I hope you all encourage each other, learn from each other, and make progress together. Of course, don't learn from someone..." The homeroom teacher Li Gang suddenly emphasized, his gaze fiercely staring at someone.

Whoosh!

119 pairs of eyes in the class focused on one person, followed by a wave of mocking laughter. This scene was almost a daily occurrence.

Sun Yan still had his eyes wide open, his smile natural, unaware that he had once again become the focus of the class. A sleeping person wouldn't know the situation around them, and Sun Yan was not only asleep but also dreaming. In his dream, he was piloting his own spaceship, flying to the edge of the Odin star region. On the ship, besides him, were all kinds of beautiful women, circling around him, circling around him, tsk tsk...

Li Gang's hands suddenly clenched, his veins bulging. This trash student was sleeping in his class again, even with his eyes open.

Sleeping with eyes open, watching adult movies during martial arts class, failing all exams, peeping at girls' underwear, and no record of fighting—this pig had all the bad records.

Oh, no, no, this lump of mud hadn't even reached the "body forging" stage in martial arts cultivation, so he naturally didn't dare to fight or provoke others.

The homeroom teacher Li Gang looked at Sun Yan coldly. This pig was the biggest stain on his 100-year teaching career.

Taking a deep breath, Li Gang smiled again. In half a month, this trash would be gone from Nanying Academy. He had waited three years; what couldn't he wait for in half a month?

In the classroom, the homeroom teacher Li Gang's passionate graduation mobilization sounded again.

The bell rang, and the students rushed out.

Sun Yan yawned and walked out. Today was lucky; the stern-faced Li Gang hadn't noticed he was sleeping. Although his skill of sleeping with eyes open was unparalleled, once it was known, it became a target for teachers to "take care of."

Dazed, Sun Yan paused, feeling his backpack bump into someone. Turning around to apologize, he saw Zhang Xin, a classmate, with a look of disgust, wiping her arm with a tissue and glaring, "Watch where you're going."

Sun Yan pursed his lips and said nothing, stepping aside.

Clearly, it was this woman who had bumped into him, but she was the one to complain first. Forget it, a good man doesn't fight with women, and besides, he had just completed the "body forging" stage, so the strength difference was too great. A wise man doesn't suffer a loss in the present.

"Xin, what's wrong?" A boy followed, Gao Jing, a classmate, tall and strong, one of the 12 basic warriors in class 69.

Zhang Xin immediately smiled sweetly, "Nothing, let's go." As they passed Sun Yan, Gao Jing glanced at him with a look of disdain, as if he were looking at a pile of shit in a latrine.

Sun Yan lowered his head, a low-level fish in the school, he had long learned his own survival rules.

When most of the classmates had left, Sun Yan slowly emerged, following the tail of the after-school crowd.

"Yan." Someone called from behind, it was his only friend, Mu Tong.

Sun Yan yawned again, "Why are you so slow too?"

"Did you sleep all day again? You can even sleep with your eyes open, impressive." Mu Tong adjusted his thick glasses, "Today was for filling out special talent recruitment forms, so I was late."

"Special talent direct recruitment forms? Sigh, having a special talent is great." Sun Yan said enviously.

In today's society, warriors were the pillars of society, and special talents were also highly valued. His friend Mu Tong's talent was in mechanics, and with his talent, he was likely to enter a B-level or higher military base, becoming an elite of the upper class.

As for himself, Sun Yan shrugged helplessly. In the future, he might have to rely on government welfare, becoming what people called a parasite, a social leech.

Mu Tong patted his shoulder, comforting him, "Don't lose heart, Yan. You will definitely become an outstanding warrior in the future."

Mu Tong had always known Sun Yan's dream, to become an outstanding warrior and own his own spaceship. Although this dream seemed distant, having a dream was better than just eating and waiting to die.

Facing the sunset, looking at the vast student crowd ahead, Sun Yan sighed, "Unfortunately, in three years, I didn't even have a girlfriend, let alone hold a girl's hand."

Mu Tong nodded in agreement, though he had a special talent and a promising future, girls still preferred warriors as romantic partners.

Suddenly, the crowd ahead stirred. A girl walked out of the A-level teaching building, and everyone's gaze turned to her.

With black hair reaching her shoulders, amber eyes, and a tall, well-proportioned figure, such a girl always became the focus. Not to mention the sleeve badge on her uniform, which read "AAA (1-1)."

Third-year A1 class, top student Feng Lingsnow, a genius warrior, the dream girl of all the boys at Nanying Academy, and even of many girls.

Watching Feng Lingsnow join the after-school crowd, Mu Tong clicked his tongue, shaking his head, "That's a perfect girl! I've always wondered why Feng Lingsnow chose to study at Nanying Academy."

Sun Yan looked at the glowing silhouette of the girl ahead, murmuring, "Yeah! Who knows, these things are beyond our understanding."

These secrets were not something a low-level fish like him could know, and he had no interest in knowing them.

"Mu Tong."

"Hmm?"

"Next time, help me expand my player's capacity. The last one is already full."

"Your sister!" Mu Tong raised both hands, showing two large middle fingers. How many adult movies had this guy put into such a large player?

...

As the streetlights came on, Sun Yan walked on the streets of Luoshan City's 44th District.

Luoshan City's 44th District was located in the southern part of the city, near the suburbs.

The real estate market in the 44th District had always been sluggish. The majority of Luoshan City's residents were Han Chinese, who have a long history in the Earth Alliance. Of course, the Han people are quite sensitive to numbers. The number 4 has never been favored by the Han, let alone a double 4.

On the other hand, the buildings in the 44th District were too old. Many of the buildings were constructed when Domyr was first developed, in other words, they were dangerous buildings.

Sun Yan lived on the 24th floor of a dangerous building. If an accident really happened, it would be a floor from which it would be almost impossible to escape.

Opening the door, Sun Yan frowned, sniffed, and his face changed dramatically. He rushed into the bedroom, quickly opened the cabinet, lifted the panel, and saw only one bottle of alcohol in the secret compartment, "Damn! There was one more bottle of alcohol? This old man's nose is too sharp."

Behind him, a middle-aged man leaned against the door, thin and lanky, holding a bottle of alcohol. His disheveled hair reached his shoulders, and his face was covered in a beard. This was Sun Yan's father, Sun Xiao.

"Of course, you should know whose son you are." Sun Xiao drank, mumbling, "We only have two rooms, a tiny place. Where could you hide the alcohol?"

Sun Yan stood up with a dark face, roaring, "Dad, didn't you promise to drink only half a catty a day? The doctor just told you to quit drinking last time."

The middle-aged man scratched his ear, speaking slowly, "A man's words are not to be trusted, son. You should learn from this. As a social parasite, to win a woman's favor, you need to use your skills, sweet talk, persistence, and shamelessness. Do you understand? Otherwise, with your looks, you're destined to be a bachelor for life."

Sun Yan raised his middle finger, glaring, "Brother, I look like this because you're my father. What's there to brag about?"

Sun Xiao turned and fell onto the living room sofa, shouting, "Alright, alright. Get ready, we'll go clean the ancestral house in a bit."

A moment later, Sun Yan came out of the bedroom with a bag, pressing down on Sun Xiao, who was about to get up.

Sun Xiao winced, "Ouch, be gentle, do you still consider me your father?"

"You old man, after working all day, you want to clean the ancestral house? Do you want to die early? I won't be there to see you off." Sun Yan grumbled, "I'll go alone. Don't drink so much. It was probably you who destroyed Mom's photo when you were drunk."

"Can I be blamed? She was my wife first, then your mother. Get your priorities straight, do you understand?" Sun Xiao rubbed his shoulder and lay still on the sofa.

The sound of the door closing echoed, and Sun Xiao stood by the window, watching the boy's silhouette gradually disappear into the streetlights, his eyes deep and weathered, "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 brat, you took the last bottle of alcohol. Sun Yan, I'm going to disown you!"