Things Are Finally Looking Up
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Field 1.
Fang Ping stood on the president's dais, sighing. "I now know for myself how the deans and vice-chancellors feel."
He had stood on the field previously—standing on the stage seemed a long distance away.
Now, the underdog had risen and he was finally bathed with good fortune. It was his time now.
The other people looked resigned. 'Can you cut to the chase already? Everyone isn't here just to look at you strut!'
…
Downstage.
The freshmen were talking among themselves in low voices.
"Is that Fang Ping?"
"Yes, it's him, the top Rank-3 martial artist…"
"Nope, the ranking list refreshed this morning, and Fang Ping's not on it. The Rank-4 list is out too, did you guys see it?"
"When?"
"8 in the morning."
"Isn't Fang Ping in first place? Who ousted him?"
"No, he's no longer on the list. He should've entered Rank-4, but he's not on that list either…"