High School Student with Immortal Race System

And just like that, without any warning, college life began.

Yuan Rui had already submitted the application for the Yang’s Disciples club, much to the astonishment of the student activities department responsible for approvals.

’You can do that? This year’s freshmen are pretty interesting!’

The school’s rules did allow for the formation of small groups, since the final Exotic Realm Exploration was squad-based. But most students just exploited the rules on an individual level. Even those from Martial Arts Families simply used their personal resources and wealth to attract followers.

But such an organized, premeditated, and well-planned strategic exploitation of the rules... that was a first, at least for the upperclassmen of the past few years.

Anyone who made it into the Jiangti student council was as shrewd as they come. With a single glance, they knew exactly what dirty tricks Yuan Rui was playing.

Meanwhile, Yang Shen, clinging to a friendly attitude and the last vestiges of hope for an "ideal college life," tentatively decided to play along.

Everyone needed some time to get used to the new environment.

However, Yang Shen soon discovered there was no "getting to know your classmates and new surroundings" phase.

It fast-forwarded straight to "getting familiar with the new grind."

On the Jiangti Campus, under the pressure of the Challenge Ranking System, the freshmen hit the ground running with zero-frame startup.

After a two-month break, Yang Shen was once again seeing students lift their shirts in class and jab themselves in the waist with needles...

The guys were even more brazen about it now. They used to inject themselves in private, but now they’d do it while sweeping a disdainful gaze across the room, as if to say: ’Think twice before challenging me. I inject myself the moment I wake up. Scared yet?’

The girls no longer went to the restroom hand-in-hand to help each other with their injections. On the contrary, they now had to guard their own potions, lest their so-called "besties" try to sabotage them.

Campus struggles have always been this way.

Moreover, compared to high school, the university’s schedule was far more fragmented. Students had to constantly move between various locations for their classes. And since the Jiangti Campus was massive, the time between classes was spent in a dead sprint.

Thank goodness Jiangti didn’t accept anyone below the Mid-stage of Marrow Refining. Otherwise, students wouldn’t even make it to their classes on time, leading to nothing but tardiness and absences.

The air crackled with anxiety. Freshmen gritted their teeth and endured; upperclassmen treated it as business as usual.

You either reigned supreme on the rankings, or you were massaging someone’s legs on the athletic field.

A sweet campus romance?

Just look at the "Horizontal Training Queen." Once you have the power, you can have as many boy toys as you want, can’t you?

Likewise, Yang Shen finally felt like a "campus celebrity" again. But here, it was far more tangible and overt than it had been at Nanliang High School.

During a rare indoor lecture, several hundred students filled the tiered classroom. Many, unwilling to waste a single moment, continued their Body Forging right there.

Some were lifting dumbbells, some were doing one-finger handstands, and others, pale-faced, were popping pills.

At a glance, it looked less like a classroom at a top global university and more like a circus.

And naturally, the Yang Family Army gathered around Yang Shen.

Xu Bamboo was on his left; Yuan Rui, Cao Wei, and Tian Zihan were behind him.

Incidentally, the one doing the one-finger handstand was Tian Zihan. His enormous frame looked like it could punch a hole in the concrete floor.

After getting the buff from the "Martial Arts Gate," his "Having No Successor Is The Greatest" Life Chart grew more prominent, and he improved rapidly.

A long-legged girl in a miniskirt walked in, trailing a fragrant scent, and placed a pile of snacks in front of Yang Shen.

Yang Shen, who had been studying Pre-Qin Texts, looked up in confusion.

’Are people this brazen about saving seats now? Right in my face?’

’Is my number-one rank in the year just for show?’

Instead, he saw a pitiful, endearing face. "Yang Shen, I brought you breakfast... You need to take care of yourself..."

Yang Shen: ?

The unfamiliar girl left a small note, then departed with a shy, flirtatious air.

Yang Shen frowned and opened it. On it was a string of digits—a phone number.

’I’ll admit you’ve got a decent hand, but... ’

"Is this... someone hitting on me? Isn’t this approach a little too heavy-handed?"

’Does she think Zhuzi, sitting right next to me, is invisible?’

Xu Bamboo glanced up for a second before returning to her book, ignoring the entire exchange.

From the row behind, Yuan Rui leaned in at the perfect moment. "Master Yang, that’s Qian Qujing, ranked 1,872nd in our year. She’s carrying at least three million in loans. Clearly, she’s looking for... a patron."

’He’s surprisingly well-informed... to know even that.’

As for why Qian Qujing ignored Xu Bamboo’s presence... the reason was simple. Who among the top dogs in Jiangti’s ecosystem didn’t have several girlfriends or boyfriends?

For reference, see the young lady massaging legs on the athletic field, and the Horizontal Training Queen who "collects" campus hunks.

Yang Shen was speechless. "Is that even effective? Would I really, for a single breakfast, become her... patron?"

’How can I let so many people lean on me... Am I some kind of legendary load-bearing wall?’

Yuan Rui gave a mysterious smile. "It works, of course it works. She deliberately picked a crowded lecture hall like this one; it’s obviously a performance for everyone else. As long as you don’t deny it, Master Yang, at least some of the people here will suspect she’s with you. They’ll have to think twice before challenging her in the rankings."

"If she pulls this stunt a few more times, she’ll benefit even more. And rest assured, she’ll definitely keep sending you all sorts of things—food, drinks, gifts."

Yang Shen said, "Uh... so what am I supposed to do? Issue a public statement about it? That would be even more idiotic."

Yuan Rui shook his head. "No need for that. Why don’t you challenge her? Injure her severely—I mean, really rough her up. It’d be like killing a chicken to scare the monkeys. No one would dare try to leech off you again."

Yang Shen took a deep breath.

’Just great...’

’This college life really is something else.’

Xu Bamboo finally looked up. "Why be so cruel to a girl?"

Yang Shen nodded. "You’re right."

Xu Bamboo said nonchalantly, "I’ll do it. So, tell me, what counts as a severe injury? The kind that requires a hospital stay?"

Yang Shen: ...

Nearby, Cao Wei shifted guiltily and started to discreetly push the "lovingly prepared snacks" she’d brought for her master into her desk drawer...

But then she had a second thought... and pulled the snacks back out, placing them on the desk openly.

Xu Bamboo shot her a sideways glance but said nothing, returning to her book.

’Well, he’s going to eat snacks anyway. Better these than ones from some unknown source.’

The lectures held in classrooms were usually theoretical and went by incredibly fast.

By which I mean the professor spoke incredibly fast.

He’d just start reading from the textbook and could get through dozens of pages in a single class! Then he’d just tell everyone to go home and study it on their own.

His teaching ethics were on par with a fast-forwarding tape recorder.

Even at a school like Jiangti, the quality of each course varied. A professor’s promotion was only weakly correlated with student performance, especially since this wasn’t a core course.

It was, however, highly correlated with their own Martial Arts prowess and academic achievements.

So, once class was over, this human tape recorder used the exquisite control of the True Gang Realm to fly out from the sixth floor without his feet touching the ground, heading back to continue his own Body Forging.

A True Gang Realm expert with sufficiently fine-tuned and precise control could move by skimming low over the ground. To a normal person, moving at a height of several dozen meters was as good as flying.

Huo Jun, however, would never do such a thing.

In the Madman’s words, it was tantamount to jumping up and making yourself a target. You were slower than you would be on the ground, and you’d get killed before you could kill anyone... Pure idiocy.

’He probably operates on the assumption that nowhere is safe...’

After class, the Yang Family Army headed to the cafeteria together.

It had been three days since the semester started. So far, they had just been eating at the nearest cafeteria. Jiangti had many, so they were treating it like exploring a new map and sampling the local cuisines.

Today, however, they had arranged to go to the largest, main cafeteria, wanting to experience the splendors of the second floor.

And if that went well, they might even venture up to the third.

Outside the cafeteria, which occupied an entire building, countless students were flooding in. Thanks to the school’s hyper-competitive atmosphere, everyone was in a rush. Most dashed in using Step Techniques, and occasionally, a True Gang bigshot would float in.

If your cultivation level was too low, just getting through the doorway was a life-or-death struggle. One misstep, and you could be knocked aside and seriously injured.

Inside, everyone carried "mountains of food." Some of the female students looked prim and proper, yet the food piled on their trays was taller than their heads.

Although regular food couldn’t provide any Source Supplement, Martial Artists burned a massive amount of calories. On average, everyone was a bottomless pit.

And they didn’t stop training even while eating. Some ate in a horse stance, others while doing a handstand.

’Seats? Seats are for the weak. The kings of the grind don’t need them...’

As he passed one table, Yang Shen even saw an international student with distinctly deep-brown skin, likely from Tianzhu Country. The student stuffed all his food into a hand-cranked blender he’d brought, then his hands blurred as he furiously cranked it, turning everything into a paste.

He then poured the resulting mush onto the table and ate it by dipping his rice in it.

The sight left him speechless.

’Was he trying to recreate a taste of home?’

’Too bad Huang Gang couldn’t get into Jiangti. Otherwise, they could have exchanged notes.’

As for the food itself, it wasn’t much different from the smaller cafeterias—in fact, it was even simpler. The focus was on massive, filling portions. These mountain-sized meals, with a mix of meat and vegetables, generally didn’t cost more than 30 yuan.

The Yanhua subsidies for Jiangti were quite generous.

The members of the Yang Family Army wandered inside for a bit before coming back out, confused.

Tian Zihan said, "That’s not right... The building has four floors. How come we can’t find the stairs?"

Yuan Rui, ever sharp-eyed, spotted some students heading off to the side. "There must be another entrance. Let’s go look over there."

They rounded a corner and, sure enough, found three small doors...

From right to left, they were: "Special Restaurant," "Very Special Restaurant," and "Very, Very Special Restaurant."

The decor was also clearly different. The "Special Restaurant" was a plain elevator entrance, while the "Very, Very Special Restaurant" was a luxurious doorway framed in marble.

The latter two also had signs posted at their entrances: "Members Only. Do Not Enter."

Yang Shen clicked his tongue. "Let’s just go to the second floor..."

Cao Wei said, "Master Yang, I’ll buy you a membership right now!"

But then Xu Bamboo cleared her throat and pulled a small card out of her pocket.

"Um... I think I might have a membership..."

Everyone stared at Zhuzi in astonishment.

Yang Shen asked, "What do you mean, you *think* you have one?"

"Uh... before school started, the people from my trust fund were handling all my enrollment documents, and they gave me one. I never knew where to use it..."

Yang Shen took the card and glanced at it. It really was a fourth-floor membership card... for the cafeteria where, as Wu Yi had said, 20,000 yuan wasn’t even enough to cover the minimum order.

It even said "guests welcome."

’But there are five of us... wouldn’t a single meal up there cost 100,000, minimum?’

’That’s insane! Wouldn’t that money be better spent on Source Supplements?’

Yang Shen shook his head. "Let’s just go to the second floor. I’m not about to do something as foolish as decrying its extravagance while secretly being envious."

It wasn’t that he was short on cash; he certainly had enough to "splurge a little."

But he had no desire to use money to show off.

Just as he said that, he saw Jiang Xin and a few other extravagantly dressed youths walk past, laughing and chatting as they headed inside.

’They must be kids from top-tier Martial Arts Families, probably upperclassmen.’

Seeing them hesitating in front of the three doors, Jiang Xin raised an eyebrow at Yang Shen. "Wanna join us?"

Yang Shen mentally gestured at his own eyebrow. ’I’ll knock yours right off.’

An upperclassman with Jiang Xin glanced in their direction with an indifferent expression. "Jiang Xin, don’t waste your energy on these common students. You need to focus on your Martial Arts."

Yang Shen thought, ’I’ll knock yours off, too.’

He disdained using money to show off, but he very much enjoyed using his fists to do so.

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