I'm not a psychopath!

The national teacher was silent for a moment, then walked slowly to the head coach, took the forms, and scanned the numbers and comments on them.

His expression showed no joy or anger, but the instructors present could feel an invisible pressure.

"What do you think?"

The national teacher looked up and looked at the other instructors.

For a moment, the air in the conference room seemed to solidify, and the instructors exchanged complicated glances. Many of them had witnessed Jiang Qing's performance with their own eyes and knew that he did have extraordinary strength and potential.

"I think..." A senior instructor stood up, his voice was a little hoarse, but he was very firm, "Jiang Qing did show his uniqueness, his quick thinking, strong adaptability, and courage to take responsibility.

I think.

It's not too much to give him a full score."

As the instructor's voice fell, other people in the conference room began to echo.

Some of them had reserved their attitude towards Jiang Qing, but in the face of irrefutable facts, they had to admit that Jiang Qing was outstanding.

The national teacher listened to the discussion of the crowd and finally smiled: "If that's the case, then it's settled. Jiang Qing, full marks."

A round of applause suddenly broke out in the meeting room, and the instructors' faces were filled with relieved smiles.

The national teacher handed the form back to the head coach, then turned and looked out the window. The stars in the night sky were shining, as if celebrating the arrival of this moment.

"Next."

"It's the battle of destiny..."

...

It was late at night.

Jiang Qing walked alone on the way back to the dormitory, and he was both excited and calm.

The excitement was because, although the announcement had not been made, he could already infer that it was a foregone conclusion that he would be selected for the battle of destiny.

The calmness was that he kept reminding himself that he needed to be modest and cautious.

There was a famous saying in the previous life.

I examine myself three times a day.

"I still have many things that I haven't done well. For example, if I kill a little more shamelessly, the body of the Nine Chapter Demon should also be able to be dark..."

Walked to the dormitory.

Bailiye had packed his luggage, holding a piece of black silk in his hand and cursing: "Why is there another one under my bed? Shen Chengxian is such a person.

I really admire him!"

Luo Hua and others also packed their luggage first and were about to leave the training camp.

"Junior Brother Jiang."

Luo Hua patted Jiang Qing on the shoulder with a little admiration in his eyes, "This final assessment, the first place must be you. The instructors said that it will be announced on the imperial list of the imperial city tomorrow.

This time.

It has earned face for our Ziyun Sect!"

Jiang Qing smiled slightly and responded modestly: "Senior Brother Luo, you are too kind, I just tried my best."

"Haha, don't be modest, you are so happy, right?" Bailiye joked, and then said seriously, "However, your performance is indeed impeccable. Once the imperial list is announced tomorrow, you will be famous all over the world!"

"Yeah."

Hearing this, Jiang Qing finally smiled. Yes, famous all over the world... This should be worthy of Xiaosui, right?

He was born in the village.

Without any background.

He has come to where he is today step by step by himself. He is used to reading the melodramatic novels in his previous life, and he is afraid that the Qin family will say something about marrying Xiao Sui to another family.

So he must have a high enough status, just in case, it is always right to be safe.

Jiang Qing's luggage is not much, and the items he brought out from Ziyun Sect that year have almost been consumed. He has not been back for several years.

But the next time he goes back.

I am afraid that he will have to wait until after the battle of destiny, if he is still alive. At this time, he suddenly remembered that when he left the sect, the eldest brother and the two masters were reluctant to let him go.

At that time, he was still complaining in his heart, but now it seems that they still look further.

The night is getting darker.

The lights in the dormitory are warm and soft, and four young figures are intertwined here. Their words and laughter are full of youthful vitality and vision for the future.

Then he met up with the two in the girls' dormitory and set off back to Beijing for a simple night's rest.

The next day.

When the first rays of morning light penetrated the window sill and gently awakened the sleeping earth, the training ground in the imperial city was already bustling with people.

Today is the day when the results of the top disciples training camp are announced. All the students gathered in front of the imperial list early, with their own expectations and uneasiness.

Jiang Qing did not rush to the bulletin board with the crowd. His steps were calm and his expression was calm.

However, deep in his heart, there was a surge of undercurrents.

That night, he hardly closed his eyes, thinking over and over again about every decision and every battle he made during the selection process.

Then he tried to optimize every process.

He knew that no matter what the results announced today were, he could not relax. The battle of luck was the real test.

Finally.

The huge imperial list was announced, and the lines of golden fonts looked particularly dazzling under the sunlight.

The list not only listed the final scores of each student, but also recorded in detail their performance in various assessments.

There were bursts of exclamations and cheers from the crowd, as well as silent disappointment. Some students cried with joy, while others were sad.

But everyone's eyes were all focused on the top of the list - there was the word "Jiang Qing" written there, and the shocking number following it: full marks.

"Full marks... He actually got full marks!" I don't know who exclaimed first, and then there was an uproar.

"Jiang Qing, it's really him!"

"Oh my God, how can this be a perfect score? Could it be that he is a direct disciple of the Imperial Master?"

"I remember him. During the battle with Jiuzhang Yao, I saw him stabbing the heart of the Nascent Soul Peak Demon with one sword!"

Discussions arose one after another, but Jiang Qing, who was the center of attention, just stood quietly outside the crowd, looking deeply at the glorious imperial list.

There were not many disturbances in his heart, as if this result had been expected.

"Jiang Qing, congratulations!"

The head coach's voice came from behind. He walked up to Jiang Qing and patted him on the shoulder, with a happy smile on his face.

"Thank you, Chief Coach."

Jiang Qing turned around and smiled slightly.

The Imperial Master was also not far away. His eyes looked through the crowd and he looked at Jiang Qing for a moment. This seemingly simple glance seemed to hide endless meaning.

In the days that followed, the entire imperial city was discussing the results of this selection, especially the name Jiang Qing, which became a hot topic among people after dinner.

And his legendary performance in the selection was even more legendary.

At the same time, the list of those selected for the Battle of Luck was also announced. As everyone expected, Jiang Qing's name was clearly on the list.

Not only that, because of his outstanding performance in the selection, the national master personally named him and appointed him as the team leader of the Battle of Luck.

The captain of the Battle of Fate, shouldering the hope of the human race, Jiang Qing's status has risen like never before.

If he goes out without covering up, he will be recognized within two steps, and then he will be followed almost fanatically.

Even children as young as three or five, holding a wooden sword, began to imitate Jiang Qing's appearance.

"Ha! Sword-riding!"

"..."

However, Jiang Qing was not complacent about such an honor, but instead became more and more burdened.

To the world, to the human race, to the sect masters, to Xiao Sui... everything turned into a heavy burden, pressing on his shoulders.

then.

After a short celebration, Jiang Qing once again devoted himself to intense training.