After hearing the story, the countless thoughts swirling in Wu Shan's mind coalesced into a single sentence. "Jiang Qiu," he breathed, "you truly are a genius."
He had heard legendary tales of those who rose from the bottom, but he never imagined such a prodigy would actually appear right before his eyes.
Most of the students in Eighth Middle School's regular classes were born in the Shantytown. Their natural resources and conditions were poor, and their chances of getting into Northwest Martial University were practically nonexistent. Even among the top students, more than half would be eliminated.
Rather than have them go to their deaths in the college entrance exams, it was better to just let the matter drop.
But who would have thought a student like Jiang Qiu would emerge? He had insisted on clawing his way up, fighting his way into the Tianjiao Project and placing first in the Military Department's test.
