Mark Benson let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly relayed the situation to the two agents. After seeing them off, he made a phone call to his mother.

As the saying goes: “Evil people are best dealt with by other evil people.”

Although it’s not really appropriate to say this about one’s own parents, the truth is, David Benson—who fears neither heaven nor earth, dares to talk back to his superiors, and is known for his stubborn, tough, and foul temper—has only ever been afraid of one person in his life: his wife.

Chapter 12: Please Wait for Me

After his mother arrived at the hospital, Mark Benson quickly made his exit. Troublesome Old Ma could naturally be handled by the horse-taming expert, Mrs. Benson; as for him, he still had to hurry off to school.

No doubt about it, Little Ma was definitely late for school.

When homeroom teacher Grace Smith saw Mark Benson, the expression on her face was anything but kind.

Mark Benson could only honestly admit his mistake first, then explained, “My father was injured by a black martial artist yesterday, so I spent the night at the hospital with him.”

Grace Smith was not an unfeeling teacher. Hearing this reason, she asked with concern, “How is your father? Although I don’t want to sound so pragmatic, no matter what happens to your father, you absolutely must not let it affect your college entrance and graduation exams.”

Of course, Mark Benson would never let the college entrance or graduation exams be delayed.

With trouble at home, he had all the more reason to take part in these two crucial exams.

The thirty-first century is a martial society—without formidable martial skills, you can’t get anything done. If you want to learn top-tier martial arts, you have to get into the best universities, and only the best universities offer the best prospects.

Young people may be full of passion, but often lack a sense of reality.

Having lived two lives, and with his previous life as a journalist, Mark Benson had seen countless young people make the wrong choices in life, claiming at the time that they had “no regrets about their youth.”

But in reality, youth is not without regrets.

Life is always cruel, never giving people a chance to regret.

The college entrance exam still gave Little Ma a headache.

As for the graduation exam...

Was that even worth worrying about?

The only thing Mark Benson was concerned about was whether the environment over there would be “suitable or not.”

He vowed to Grace Smith, “I will definitely get into the Vajra Department of Tianchan Temple University and bring honor to Teacher Smith.”

Grace Smith immediately felt a headache coming on. This student, Mark Benson, was good in every way, except for his tendency to talk big and be unreliable.

Every year, only one or two students from Taigu High School manage to get into Tianchan Temple University or Kunlun Sword Immortal Academy.

With Little Ma’s ranking in the seventies or eighties...

Grace Smith could only sigh.

She said, hating that he wouldn’t strive harder, “The college entrance exam is almost here, so at least take it seriously. I actually recommend you apply to Songshan University—their Vajra Department is also quite good.”

What else could Little Ma say?

He knew that, given his performance, Grace Smith would never believe he could get into a top-tier university, let alone the best of the best—Tianchan Temple University.

Mark Benson didn’t bother to explain, because... it was just too exhausting!

After being lectured by Grace Smith for a while, he obediently returned to the classroom and began another day of grueling review.

A few days later!

The high school graduation exams of the Zhuxia Empire began.

Students from each high school taking the graduation exam were organized by their respective schools and sent in groups to the martial arts exam sites.

In this world, the graduation exam and the college entrance exam are separate—the graduation exam comes first, then the college entrance exam. Just like in Mark Benson’s previous life, the high school proficiency test also came before the college entrance exam, not combined with it.

In Mark Benson’s previous life, the high school proficiency test wasn’t a very important exam—over ninety-five percent of students could graduate smoothly.

The graduation exam in 3022 was the same; it was extremely rare for students to fail.

The academic portion of the high school graduation exam was a national standardized test.

Mark Benson had already passed it long ago.

The martial arts portion was a self-selected trial!

Mark Benson had already applied to take the martial arts graduation exam in the Taixu Divine Martial Realm!

That’s right!

For the high school graduation exam, you could apply to take it in a dimensional realm exam site!

The cheap paper black suit he wore was a “Taixu Divine Martial Realm Reincarnation Aptitude Gift Pack” given by RR.

The Tianwu System had been prompting that it needed a suitable environment to be opened.

If Mark Benson didn’t go to the Taixu Divine Martial Realm, he really wouldn’t be able to rest easy. Besides, he needed this gift pack to start a new chapter in his life.

Very few students were ever willing to take the graduation exam in a dimensional realm.

After all, most students preferred to take the exam in their own city. Traveling long distances to a dimensional realm exam site wouldn’t earn you any extra points, so why bother?

This year, only Mark Benson from Taigu High School signed up for the Taixu Divine Martial Realm graduation trial.

Because so few students chose the dimensional realm, all such students from various places had to first gather in the capital of Zhuxia, Dijingshi!

Then, together with students from other cities, they would enter their chosen dimensional realm exam sites in groups.

Little Ma had made a point of arriving early today, but to his surprise, the supervising teacher was nowhere to be found, so he had to search the campus for the teacher in charge.

“Is this Teacher Carter a pigeon spirit or something? Standing up a student about to take the senior graduation exam—doesn’t his conscience hurt? Doesn’t his sense of right and wrong smack him on the head?”

All the other seniors were lined up, ready to head to their respective exam sites, while Mark Benson was darting around like a startled fawn, drawing quite a bit of attention.