dognovel Chapter 161 Freshman Representatives
Chapter 161 Freshman Representatives
No sooner had Qian Kun left than Lin Qiye's personal terminal beeped with a notification; it was Ling Xiaoqing replying to his message.
He and she chatted for a few minutes, and he quickly figured out what had happened.
Ling Xiaoqing's ancestor was none other than Ling Zhan, the Martial God who left behind a illustrious reputation in the constellation Taurus.
This is the same martial god Ling Zhan that Lin Qiye had previously tried to learn martial intent from, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the basics down.
Of course, after thousands of years of reproduction, the bloodline has become diluted.
Today, the Ling family of Xuancheng is nothing more than an insignificant branch on a massive main branch of the Ling clan, which is based on the Taurus constellation.
Five hundred years ago, Ling Xiaoqing's ancestors, a martial arts couple from a branch of the main star, participated in the development of the 0755 star system and settled down here.
Although the Ling family of Xuancheng is considered a large family in the local area, it is still insignificant compared to the true head family.
The arrangements the Ling family made for Ling Xiaoqing were completely different from those made by the Qian Kun family.
Instead of going through the local administrative channels, they want Ling Xiaoqing to join the [Pioneers Club] and return to the Pioneers system in the future.
Ling Xiaoqing didn't say it explicitly, but Lin Qiye immediately understood the key point.
Martial God Ling Zhan had many students back then, and their descendants are now spread across various important positions in the Pioneer System, forming an invisible and vast faction bound by inheritance.
For this faction, a young person like Ling Xiaoqing, who is powerful and has the bloodline of a "Martial God," is naturally one of their own.
This thin but pure "Martial God Bloodline" was the key to her entry into this circle.
……
October 6th, Imperial Calendar, early morning.
The sunlight, like molten gold, pierced through the thin clouds of Terra and poured down on the central square of the Galactic Martial Arts University without reservation.
The jade ground, shimmering with a faint bluish light, was illuminated to appear translucent and warm. The enormous star map patterns engraved on it seemed to be infused with life, with golden light slowly flowing within them, outlining a microcosm of the universe.
At 8:30 a.m., the curtain rose.
Tens of thousands of freshmen, dressed in brand-new black combat uniforms, stood in formation in the designated area in the center of the square according to their entrance exam rankings.
They were like a silent, black forest, the line stretching from the "Pioneer" statue all the way to the edge of the square, each person with a different expression.
At the very front of their line, in the first position of the first row, Lin Qiye stood quietly, looking at the hundred-meter-tall "Pioneer" statue in front of him.
The areas on both sides of the square are for senior students.
Unlike the excitement of the new students, most of them had a calm, even impatient, expression, as if they were experienced people.
Apart from the student council and various club leaders, most of the other upperclassmen were just there to make up the numbers and didn't have much interest in these younger students who were about to be beaten down by reality.
The true senior students are either on missions or cultivating; they simply won't attend the freshman orientation ceremony.
Directly beneath the "Pioneer" statue, a solemn yet simple platform has already been erected.
The principal, deans of various colleges, and teachers including Lin Yuechan and Si Qingwan were already seated.
On either side of the dais are more distinguished guest seats.
On the left are officials from the 0755 Galaxy University Alliance, dressed in crisp dark blue uniforms with impeccable expressions, representing the highest level of education in the Empire.
Seated alongside them were imperial generals in standard military uniforms and several high-ranking court officials, whose demeanor was reserved yet whose eyes were as sharp as hawks'.
On the right is the area representing major conglomerates and top families.
Chen Xuanyi's father, Chen Haoran, the representative of the Chen Group, sat upright with a dignified expression.
Beside him were representatives from the Ye, Xiao, and Chu families, among other forces. They appeared to be observing the ceremony, but in reality, every gaze was assessing the potential and value of this year's freshmen and calculating future investments in their networks.
Within the designated area of the square, hundreds of suspended holographic cameras hovered silently in the air like a loyal swarm of bees.
The official mouthpiece of the galaxy, major mainstream media outlets in the galaxy, and the campus television station team led by Chen Chuwei are all conducting comprehensive and multi-faceted live broadcasts.
The ceremony officially began at 9:00 a.m.
The majestic and ancient imperial war song, like a rhythm emanating from the depths of the stars, resounded throughout the entire square. The melody, imbued with the iron will of conquering new territories and the tragic grandeur of protecting civilization, instantly ignited the emotions of everyone present.
"stand up……"
All the teachers and students stood up solemnly, and their high-pitched singing gathered into a powerful momentum that soared into the sky.
As the song ended, a middle-aged man with gray hair and an aura as deep and unfathomable as the sea—the current principal of Galaxy Martial Arts University—stepped onto the podium. His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly:
"...Here, the first thing you will learn is not how to throw a punch, but what to fight for! The spirit of the 'Pioneers' is exploration, sacrifice, and protection! I hope that when you leave here, you will take with you not only immense power, but also a pure heart dedicated to the Empire and to humanity! May your martial prowess be assured!"
As the words fell, thunderous applause erupted. The alliance representative nodded in satisfaction, the military general's gaze was resolute, while the representatives of the financial groups exchanged hushed conversations.
Subsequently, teacher representatives and senior student representatives spoke one after the other. One emphasized the essence of cultivation, while the other pointed out the cruelty of campus competition in a half-joking tone.
At 9:45 a.m., the host's enthusiastic voice resounded throughout the venue: "Now, let's give a warm round of applause to Lin Qiye, the top scorer in this year's freshman entrance exam and the representative of this year's freshmen, to come to the stage to speak!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Qiye took a deep breath and stepped out of the queue.
At this moment, countless eyes are watching him in front of countless light screens.
In the dormitory, Bai Muxi clenched her hands tightly. On the screen was her husband's tall and straight back. Her eyes were already filled with tears, and pride and joy filled her heart.
In the freshman formation, Ye Qinghan looked up at that figure, her heart filled with mixed feelings. The grievance of being rejected, the curiosity about him, and a slight flutter of excitement that she herself did not want to admit were all intertwined in her heart.
Not far away, Qin Xiaoxiao and Su Qingying had equally complicated expressions. The opponent they once didn't take seriously had now reached a height that they could hardly reach.
Chen Xuan Yi, standing in second place, had a calm expression, and his cold eyes revealed no emotion.
In the media section, Chen Chuwei pursed her lips and muttered to herself, but the camera still gave Lin Qiye a handsome close-up.
From the teachers' table, Si Qingwan watched this scene with great interest, her peach blossom eyes sparkling with amusement. Beside her, Lin Yuechan maintained her usual aloofness, only the barely perceptible upward curve of her lips betraying her inner emotions.
In the live stream, the commentator's voice roared: "A miracle from Haicheng Grain District, Lin Qiye! Let's hear what this top freshman has to say!"
Lin Qiye stood in front of the podium, facing the mountain of people below and the silent "Pioneer" statue.
He wasn't too nervous; his only thought was: get this over with quickly.
"Respected leaders, teachers, and dear students, good morning..."
This speech, polished by artificial intelligence, is very official, nothing more than thanking the school, looking to the future, and expressing determination, full of standard positive energy.
"...That concludes my speech. Thank you everyone."
As the last word fell, he bowed slightly.
After a brief silence, thunderous applause and murmurs erupted.
Lin Qiye stepped down from the platform and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Those few minutes were more tiring than a fight.
He had just returned to the backstage area when his personal terminal vibrated slightly.
The first message came from Bai Muxi; it was a screenshot from a live stream of him giving a speech on a stage, with the magnificent "Pioneer" statue behind him, and the caption below: "Honey, you're so handsome! [heart][heart]"
A gentle smile unconsciously appeared on Lin Qiye's lips.
Immediately after, a second message arrived, sent by Lin Yuechan. It was a photo taken from the teachers' section, showing him standing ramrod straight with a determined gaze. No words were needed, yet it spoke volumes.