Before God X, No One Dares Claim Divinity

The long-awaited school bell finally rang.

Ji Chuxing set down the chalk and stepped away from the podium with an impassive expression.

Her usual unruly tuft of hair lay flat against her head, devoid of its usual bounce.

Under the admiring gazes of her classmates, she collapsed into her seat, utterly drained.

The physics teacher's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Ji, when do you have some free time? I still have a few questions that aren't clear to me—I'd love your help figuring them out."

*Thud.*

Ji Chuxing's forehead hit the desk with a dull thump.

The physics teacher: "..."

She let out a nervous laugh. "You've worked so hard today, Ji. Get some rest, and I'll come back later when you're ready."

With that, she gently patted Ji Chuxing's drooping tuft of hair and draped a small blanket over her shoulders—the one Bo Yanchen had discreetly tucked into her bag. He knew she didn't live on campus and often dozed off during lessons, so he'd brought it just in case she caught a chill.

Ji Chuxing was fast asleep, her face buried in her arms, oblivious to the world around her.

The physics teacher left with a satisfied smile.

What luck, to have such a brilliant student as Ji in her class!

No, she needed to gather all the toughest problems and ask Ji for the simplest solutions. If she could learn from Ji, she'd surely become the most formidable problem-solver in the physics department!

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Just before dismissal, Old Huang entered the classroom holding a notebook.

"Cough, cough! Just one announcement: The annual arts competition is now open for registration. Nan Middle School has always prioritized holistic education, and we take this event very seriously every year. This year is no different. Whether you sing, dance, or have any other talent, now's the time to showcase it. Here are the registration forms and details—come take a look."

Class 16 might not excel in academics, but they took arts-related events seriously.

The arts competition was something everyone looked forward to.

After all, anything that didn't involve classes and promised fun was bound to capture their interest.

Many students signed up immediately.

Coincidentally, the arts competition coincided with the school sports meet. Wu Hao grabbed the registration forms and filled them out with a group of friends.

Even Zhao Feifei, who was usually unreliable, and Zhou Sixue, the quiet one, seemed eager to join in.

"Ji, are you signing up?" Zhou Sixue handed her a copy of the competition rules.

Ji Chuxing had just woken up and was still dazed, staring blankly into space.

At his question, she glanced at him briefly. "I don't have any talents. I'm sitting this one out."

Knowing her personality, no one pressed her to participate.

Besides, with Ji's abilities, an arts competition was hardly a challenge worth mentioning.

However, each class was required to put on a group performance, and the students were deep in discussion.

Some suggested a skit, others a textbook drama. Some proposed dancing, while others favored a musical. A few even suggested a choir, though they dismissed it as lacking originality.

Unable to reach a consensus, Wu Hao, Zhao Feifei, and Lu Xing all turned to Ji Chuxing.

Ji Chuxing sucked on her jelly, blinking slowly. "A choir sounds efficient enough."

The previously heated debate ended instantly. "Right, let's go with a choir."

"Exciting!"

"Thrilling!"

"Powerful!"

"Exactly!"

Ji Chuxing: "..."

And so, Class 16's performance was decided without further argument—a rare moment where Fei and Xing didn't clash over the program.

They also decided to add a piano accompaniment since one of the girls in the class enjoyed playing.

Ji Chuxing paid no attention to the excited chatter around her. Having rested enough, she picked up her phone and started watching videos.

Suddenly, Zhao Feifei, Wu Hao, and the others crowded around her.

"Wow! Ji, you're watching this too?"

"This guy is incredible!"

"I watch his streams every day!"

"But honestly, in my book, you're still the best, Ji. His style is similar to yours, but he can't match your skill."

Ji Chuxing bit into a milk candy, silent.

"Exactly! How can you compare Ji to him? If our Ji went up against him, there'd be no contest!" Wu Hao declared confidently.

They were watching a replay of a live stream.

Recently, a new gaming streamer had taken the internet by storm. Appearing seemingly out of nowhere, he was exceptionally skilled, with aggressive yet thrilling gameplay. In just a few days, he had amassed fifty million followers.

Every day, trending topics about him dominated social media.

"Is Spirit streaming today?"

"What character will Spirit choose today?"

"Bow to Spirit, please rank up!"

This mysterious streamer went by the handle XY, nicknamed "Spirit" by netizens. No one knew whether XY was male or female.

During streams, XY focused solely on gaming. There was no talking, no voice chat, no camera, and minimal interaction with viewers. At most, if a particular request appeared frequently in the comments, XY would oblige the next time.

For example, if viewers repeatedly asked him to play a specific character, he would select it in the following game.

What truly amazed people was how XY could master any character, pushing them to their limits in ways no one thought possible.

In short, in XY's hands, no character went underutilized.

Since appearing online, XY had defeated every top player and streamer who dared to challenge him.

Before Spirit, no one could claim to be a god.