Chapter 42 (1/2)

Translator: Sparrow Translations  Editor: Sparrow Translations

The internet buzz on the implementation of Daoyuan class was massive. Although effective secrecy work was in place and people were bounded by contracts, “paper will never be able to contain fire”.

Many believed that it signified a beginning: The beginning where metahumans would take center stage in history. Perhaps, our descendants would refer to this as the beginning of the era of metahumans?

In the past, it was felt that even if metahumans did exist, it would be unthinkable to gather them together and conduct classes with them.

Lu Shu believed that within Daoyuan class, the lack of compliance with the black coat’s systematic training methods would only leave them with a lower probability of becoming a metahuman. Nonetheless, not everyone was promised an awakening.

Besides, not everyone could be sufficiently stimulated.

From the look of this situation, the black coats had seriously placed a high importance on the development of metahumans as if they were resources.

Sunset industries in the current era had already received a blow from the rise in internet usage. 5% of the shops in Guangzhou were forced to shut down where the rise of the internet had turned some businesses obsolete.

And at this moment, metahumans had appeared out of the blue in numbers approaching the millions. This made one pondered whether the birth of metahumans would add on to adversely affect the current social and industrial order.

Inevitably, such thoughts would definitely come to one’s mind. In fact, the move to establish the Daoyuan class might be one too big.

With 4 cities and 283 prefectures within the country, who knew how many Daoyuan classes were there? Not including the provinces, the students there were all transferred over to the prefectural areas for classes.

Lu Shu suddenly realized that for every Daoyuan class there were, a member of the black coat was selected to be the form teacher for that class. That being said, the size of the black coat organization must be huge.

Analyzing it further, it seemed logical if the government had pre-emptive knowledge of what was about to happen. Producing a grand plan which developed training methods for enhancing the student’s abilities and recruiting tens of thousands of men from the military definitely seemed plausible if they had prior knowledge of the metahuman incident.

It seems like the form teachers selected from the organization had similar thought-processes and discipline. Even if there were problematic individuals, the probability of problems arising would certainly be much smaller than from their own group of middle school students.

Once the black coat’s structure had taken shape, expanding their organization seemed like one of the best plans there was.

From the looks of it, before society was able to produce a genius metahuman with class B or higher ability, the government would already have everything under its control.

Lu Shu sighed as he thought of how it was definitely not a good idea to underestimate the power of a country’s calculations.

On the second day of school, students were released back to their original classes to attend cultural lessons. When asked about what the Daoyuan class had taught them, those students chose to remain quiet. They realized the severity and consequences if they were to leak any information since they had already signed an agreement with them.

Still, Lu Shu heard whispers in class, “I heard that Lu Shu’s aptitude is the best from the rear, other students mostly had tiers CDE and even Liu Li was tier B while Lu Shu was only tier F, and from the rumors, there were only 10+ tier F students amongst all the Daoyuan classes.”

“I heard that aptitude does not represent what someone can achieve in the future, but a tier F aptitude is really too low. He definitely barely made the cut for the class… …”

“Haha, so what if he had barely made the cut. In a few days, he would probably be back here; how awkward would that be.”

The thought of them not even qualifying for the Daoyuan class had never even crossed their mind. In the end, they had started to comment and discuss the other’s aptitude for abilities.

Since it was Lu Shu’s personal problem, he was clear as to what actually was the case. Although he was uncertain what his actual aptitude was, he knew that he was definitely not tier F.

As such, Lu Shu had already braced himself and did not take their discussions to heart.

And so he sent a message to the class’ group chat:

Rather be the tail of a phoenix than the head of a chicken

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