Eagle Eats Chicks

Fang Ping finally settled an issue after wasting half an hour of his life. He wasn't dreaming nor acting —for God's sake, if acting in a movie could restore his youth, then the film crew deserved a trip to heaven immediately!

After verifying that he had reincarnated, Fang Ping felt a wave of panic before settling down and accepting the truth.

What was the truth? It was that he had indeed reincarnated into a younger version of himself, and since he was equipped with his knowledge of the future, he was going to seize the day and become the next-big-thing in the business world! He was going to be rich!

That was that, until his friend interrupted him.

"So are you signing up for the martial sciences exam?"

What? Was this a joke? Or had he been handed the wrong script? Was this even the right universe? What was martial sciences? Why did the exam cost 10 thousand bucks to sign up? Loaded with questions, Fang Ping will soon realize that he might not have struck the jackpot as he had initially thought...

World's Best Martial Artist

Fang Ping stood on the president's dais, sighing. "I now know for myself how the deans and vice-chancellors feel."

He had stood on the field previously—standing on the stage seemed a long distance away.

Now, the underdog had risen and he was finally bathed with good fortune. It was his time now.

The other people looked resigned. 'Can you cut to the chase already? Everyone isn't here just to look at you strut!'

The freshmen were talking among themselves in low voices.

"Yes, it's him, the top Rank-3 martial artist…"

"Nope, the ranking list refreshed this morning, and Fang Ping's not on it. The Rank-4 list is out too, did you guys see it?"

"Isn't Fang Ping in first place? Who ousted him?"

"No, he's no longer on the list. He should've entered Rank-4, but he's not on that list either…"

Things Are Finally Looking Up