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Feng Wu walked up to the billboard without saying another word.

The billboard was a 10-meter-wide square board with all the names of the Year 2 students on it.

There was an imprint of a right hand in the lower right corner.

Feng Wu put her hand on it.

Everyone watched the names.

Feng Wu was now eighth.

Would she really rise to the top?

To their disappointment, nothing happened.

What was going on?

Was Feng Wu's cultivation level a lie?

Everyone was perplexed.

Even Chief Qiao looked confused.

Chief Zixuan smirked. "I was wondering what kind of genius she was. Now I see that you were bluffing, Chief Qiao."

Chief Qiao was speechless.

Chief Zixuan told the Year 3 students, "Let's go. Just think about it. How amazing can a Year 2 student be? She's not worth the attention."

Something happened at that moment.

"Look! Feng Wu's ranking is changing!"

"She's seventh now!"

"OMG!"