Chapter 80 2/2

“Cen’s team dodges flexibly and counterattacks.

Jiang Li is not as agile instinctively.

He holds the cub, lowers his head, and turns his back.

Cen Lang dares not squeeze the snowballs he pinches, passing by Jiang Li’s arm; they directly disintegrate into snowflakes.

He strikes the cub without changing his expression, but when a snowball grazes Jiang Li, it feels like bullying his wife on a snowy day.

Cen Lang: “Don’t hold him; I can’t bear to strike.”

Jiang Li grabs the snowball the son formed and throws it; this time Cen Lang stands firm and even staggers to play along.

The little one runs to Cen’s side and says, “Daddy hit me.”

Jiang Li can only emotionlessly launch a snowball he moulded; Cen Lang holds the little one to avoid, only dodging when the snowball touches his face, experiencing the ultimate joy.

…

Cen Lang studied hard for two months, with two setbacks in between, dealt with several internal affairs of the Cen Group, took care of the little one until Jiang Li finished work, and so on. In short, there is not much time for serious study, but I am very confident.

A strict teacher produces outstanding students.

On the day of the exam, Cen Lang strongly refused the proposal of the whole family escorting him to the examination hall, letting the bodyguards watch the restless grandfather, father, and mother, handing the little one to the father-in-law, and only bringing Jiang Li.

“Dr. Xiao Jiang, stand there and don’t move. I’ll say you tutored me, and my opponent will automatically give up most of the time.”

Achieving victory without fighting.

Jiang Li: “I think you better not say I tutored you.”

Cen Lang: “Hmm?”

Jiang Li: “I know your level; there is no need for psychological tactics.”

Cen Lang: “Alright.”

In essence, they were aiming for a spot in the advanced class. The Third Military Academy did not strictly set questions based on the level of prospective graduate students; the difficulty was simpler than the regular graduate entrance exam, focusing only on professional courses.

Cen Lang’s appearance caused a stir.

“Cen, are you also taking the exam?”

“Oh no, it’s over. He has a wife who leaked the questions.”

“Big brother, how’s the review going?”

Cen Lang: “Not great.”

Top Alphas wailed; this must be modesty. In the past, when asking about Cen Lang’s review level in commanding operations, he never said he hadn’t reviewed.

Taking the first place without reviewing and not doing well means having reviewed at all! “

Top Alpha strongly demands Cen Lang share the questions Jiang Li leaked: “Don’t you want to participate in a fair exam?”

Cen Lang truthfully responds, without using psychological tactics: “I didn’t leak any questions.”

“Impossible! You’re hiding something! I’ll ask Dr. Jiang.”

Cen Lang: “Get lost. Do I need to leak questions?”

Heh.

Alphas who joined in for the fun of it should consider withdrawing.

“It seems like I forgot my admission ticket; I’ll leave first.”

“My mum is urging me to go on a blind date.”

“My car is illegally parked; I need to handle it.”

“Hold on.” Cen Lang’s face turns serious, his gaze stern. “Thinking of deserting?”

“Report, no!”

“Line up.”

Alphas obediently form a line, awaiting inspection.

Cen Lang walks to the front: “Forgot your admission ticket?”

“Report, got it.”

The front Alpha feels like his head almost got twisted off; they realise belatedly—what did they think they were applying for? It’s the in-service postgraduate of Cen’s wife’s major! Do you think you can choose not to take it? The exam hall is so empty,

Fill in the exam paper; don’t submit it early to avoid embarrassing the Space Force.”

Alpha: “Yes.”

Indeed, top Alphas are smart; they quickly understand. Cen Lang hopes they submit their scores, and when revealed, they can showcase the multitude of outstanding people in the Information Science Department, making Professor Jiang highly sought after.

“Boss, rest assured, we will achieve good results and be a good group.”

Cen Lang sees through it but doesn’t expose it. He just needs this group of underperformers to serve as his foil.

In case he doesn’t pass, pulling down from 4th out of 478 is more impressive than 4th out of 78.

The exam begins, Cen Lang leads the team in, and nearby army examinees are amazed—truly the Space Force, even with an instructor leading.

After two hours of answering questions, Jiang Li strolls around the Tianchen Laboratory and returns.

He stands at the door; Alpha examinees stream out. Seeing Jiang Li with a lowered head and embarrassed expression, each one greets quickly, afraid Jiang Li will ask about their performance.

Too bad! The questions were too difficult!

Especially those sitting next to them, including a military doctor; just a glance during submission reveals that most answers are different.

Jiang Li won’t ask about scores; he already knows.

Cen Lang calmly walks out of the exam hall. For him, there are only two types of questions: those he studied and those he didn’t. There’s quite a bit he didn’t study.

Chances are slim, but worth a try.

“Dr. Xiao Jiang, what should we have for lunch? Let’s eat outside before going back.”

Jiang Li: “Let’s have a seafood feast; I received my salary.”

Cen Lang: “If I pass, will you organise a celebration banquet for me?”

Jiang Li: “Sure.”

Cen Lang: “I have so many brothers; can we have 50 tables?”

Jiang Li: “As long as the military doesn’t restrict it, it’s fine.”

Cen Lang: “During the celebration, will you give a speech as a family member to thank the guests?”

Jiang Li: “Yes.”

Cen Lang: “You’re really good.”

It seems like Jiang Li also thinks he might not pass.

What if?

Jiang Li must fulfil these promises.

The results will be out in five days.

Cen Lang opens the website to check. If he passes, he’ll spend money to boost his ranking, not take up a spot.

He’s good at planning.

The webpage refreshes the next second.

Indeed… He didn’t pass.

His score is like a watershed, with military doctors soaring ahead and a group of other majors trailing behind.

Jiang Li consoles: “You can consider it the first place among non-professionals.”

Cen Lang ponders and, between the war and direct entry, chooses direct entry.

He earned the First-Class Merit with his life; what’s wrong with direct entry?