Jian Jiaoyang's trick was very effective; hearing that Ye Wushuang had a problem, everyone turned to look at her.
Ye Wushuang asked, "Do you know about the International Chess Inter-school League?"
"We do."
Everyone added one more word, supplementing each other:
"It is a competition authorized by the Yan City Chess Association and held annually among eight high schools."
"The eight high schools are: Yan City First High School, Second High School, Third High School, Experimental High School, Normal University Affiliated Middle School, Affiliated Hospital of Medical University Middle School... and Flying Bird Academy."
"Flying Bird Academy is the only private elite school among them."
"The eight high schools take turns hosting the competition every year, and this year it happens to be Flying Bird's turn to be the host."
"The school drafted twenty participating students at the beginning of the year and has been training them ever since."
"What makes it special is that the Inter-school League is not just a competition between students, but also between mentors."
"During the finals, if the scores of the students from both sides are tied, the mentors will step in to decide the final point."
"If a mentor is busy or unwilling, the school can also appoint a student to fight on their behalf, though no one has ever done that so far."
"Are you stupid? Of course no one would do that. The participating students are equivalent to newbies in the Novice Village, while the mentors are the level bosses. Have you ever seen a newbie solo a boss?"
"That's true, hehe. So, why is the Queen asking about this?"
This was the point of doubt for the Class Seven students.
"I want to participate in this league." A look of determination appeared on Ye Wushuang's delicate face.
Not "want," but "must."
I must participate, I must win, I must complete the Trial Mission.
Jian Jiaoyang looked troubled: "That might be difficult to arrange."
The Inter-school League is not like the stage last night; you cannot just get on it whenever you want.
This is a competition concerning the school's Face, and the twenty participating students were carefully selected by the school.
Furthermore, the competition is also very important to those twenty students.
They need to use this competition to upgrade their strength ranking; if they miss this competition, they will have to wait until the end of the year.
Moreover, the league rules explicitly state that each school can only send twenty students, not one more.
In this situation, you cannot expect one of the originally selected twenty students to voluntarily give up their spot to the Queen, right?
The passionate prelude sounded over the broadcast, and the flag-raising ceremony was about to begin.
Ye Wushuang frowned and went to the square with the students to assemble.
This flag-raising ceremony was hosted by Shangguan Qinglin.
That small figure could always show a dignified yet cute side when dealing with serious matters.
He first announced the cause of last night's stage accident and punished the negligent personnel.
Then, he praised Ye Wushuang for saving the little boy last night.
As he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted from the entire venue.
Rong Qingru was also clapping, her beautiful face full of admiration, but she was sneering in her heart.
Could Ye Wushuang really be considered to have saved the little boy?
To put it bluntly, she just happened to be with the little boy and was grazed by the load-bearing pillar!
It could not be considered sacrificing herself to save others at all!
This could be proven by the fact that she left the scene of the accident completely unscathed!
Yet, this "I could do that too" situation was blown out of proportion by these people in the school as if she were a great hero; it was truly ridiculous!
Because of this incident, Ye Wushuang's votes on the Campus Belle Ranking soared, rising to second place overnight, just behind her!
At her current momentum, it was not impossible for her to overtake her in the future.
Fortunately, the annual International Chess Inter-school League was about to begin.
As long as she performed outstandingly in the competition, she would still be Flying Bird's only Goddess.
At that time, she would also be able to dampen Ye Wushuang's spirit.
Just as Rong Qingru was making her calculations, Shangguan Qinglin called Ye Wushuang onto the stage and asked with a smile:
"I can give you a reward. Is there anything you want?"
A reward?
Ye Wushuang said without hesitation: "Let me participate in the International Chess Inter-school League."
Rong Qingru's pupils contracted!
Shangguan Qinglin withdrew his smile: "Why do you want to participate in this? The list of participants was finalized a long time ago."
This was not an easy wish to satisfy.
"I can give my spot to Ye Wushuang." In the Grade 12 Class 1 team, Zheng Rui raised his hand to express his stance.
He admired Ye Wushuang and also felt shame for his past actions.
There was nothing better than having a chance to make amends.
"Thank you." Ye Wushuang said calmly.
If someone voluntarily exits, it saves a lot of trouble.
"W-what's there to thank!" Zheng Rui's face turned red, and he turned his head to look elsewhere.
This Ye Wushuang is really strange; she could have humiliated him and taken the spot righteously.
Yet she said thank you to him and did not argue about the previous matters.
Then... then he would reluctantly cast a few more votes for Ye Wushuang on the Campus Belle Ranking.
"Since Zheng Rui is willing to exit, then you are a member of the participating students. Remember to go to the chess room to practice for two hours after school every day." Shangguan Qinglin's eyes curved.
Today was a special day for Class Seven.
The teachers who previously did not want to come to Class Seven to teach had all returned.
After they arrived in the classroom, the first thing they did was apologize for their past dereliction of duty.
The second thing was to bow to Ye Wushuang:
"Classmate Ye, if there is anything inappropriate in my teaching process, please point it out."
Although they had not heard Ye Wushuang teach, the grades of the Class Seven students were right there, and that was the best evidence.
Ye Wushuang was stronger than this group of teachers.
If they could get guidance from Ye Wushuang, their professional careers might have a breakthrough.
Regarding this, the Class Seven students had very complicated moods.
On one hand, they wanted Ye Wushuang to continue teaching.
On the other hand, they knew that Ye Wushuang was very tired from teaching multiple subjects simultaneously.
They could not disregard the Queen's feelings for their own selfish desires; the Queen still had to prepare for the International Chess Inter-school League.
Thus, they reconciled with the teachers.
After school, Ye Wushuang carried her backpack on one shoulder and came to the chess room.
There were over thirty people in the chess room, nineteen of whom were students participating in this competition, including two old faces: Rong Qingru and Shen Wenyu.
The students played against each other, moving the chess pieces on the board. Two chess clocks were placed on the left side of the board; whoever finished a move had to press the clock.
The rest were teachers in the field of international chess, responsible for sparring and coaching.
One of them was particularly conspicuous.
That was an old man in his sixties, with gray hair reaching his shoulders, messy and unkempt.
He was sitting in the highest position, playing chess against himself, focused and serious.
This person was the international chess mentor of Flying Bird Academy: Qin Lie.
Qin Lie was a legendary figure in the Yan City international chess field, having served as the president of the city's Chess Association and was once the only Grandmaster of the Chess Association.
In one competition, he learned that his wife was cheating with his old friend and opponent, so he used force on the spot, broke the rules, and was demoted to a first-level chess player.
Since then, he had been depressed and was now making a living at Flying Bird Academy.
"How long do you intend to stand there?" Qin Lie stared at the chess game, his back to Ye Wushuang, yet he spoke to her.
"Do they only learn this much?" Ye Wushuang glanced at the students' chess games.
The result could only be described as "simple."
"If you think you are qualified, you can also choose not to learn." Qin Lie moved a rook, his attitude unchanged.
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang turned around and left decisively.
Qin Lie did not stop her and continued to play chess with himself.
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