Battle for Class A

Military training time flew by in a flash, and before anyone realized, it had reached its end.

The sky was clear and boundless, cicadas chirped noisily, and the field was packed with a dense crowd of students.

“To cultivate students’ spirit of competition and hands-on ability, we will now begin a three-day class-versus-class battle event.”

From atop the massive podium, the golden-haired president presided over the announcement that marked both the climax and finale of the military training.

Below the platform stood the neatly aligned formations of each class, standing at attention.

“This year’s class battle differs from previous years.”

“Each class will serve as a team, and the entire school will be the battlefield.”

“Dormitories, classrooms, the field, the cafeteria… Each area is assigned different amounts of points.”

“Whoever captures more territories will accumulate more points and earn a higher ranking.”

“And the class with the highest rank,”

“Will become the final ‘Class A.’”

Karleen calmly dropped that bombshell of an announcement.

The moment the words fell, an uproar exploded across the crowd.

The students were nearly boiling with excitement.

Originally, Class A had been assigned based on comprehensive entrance exam scores.

To enter it, students would need to wait until the end-of-term evaluation and meet the performance threshold.

But now, as long as a class could seize enough territory and accumulate the most points, they could be promoted directly to Class A!

Countless students turned heated gazes toward where the current Class A stood on the field, eyes blazing with greed, as if staring at a plump, juicy piece of meat.

But the ones being treated like a “prize” remained unnervingly calm.

Class A’s girls had various expressions in their eyes—interest, boredom, eagerness…

But not a single trace of nervousness or fear.

Becoming the target of all other classes meant possibly having to fight against everyone.

Logically, they should have been worried.

But they weren’t.

The reason was simple.

At this strength-oriented school, those who made it into Class A were already the top-tier.

That was a fact—and facts didn’t change.

The weak are prey to the strong, and only the fittest survive.

You could call them arrogant, or simply extremely confident.

—But no matter what you call them, Wang Ning didn’t feel like one of them.

In fact, she was freaking out.

She was doomed!

At first, she thought joining Class A was great.

But now?

Why did it feel like she had suddenly become a walking target?!

No, no way! She was still a total noob!

On the podium, Karleen continued speaking.

“Everyone will be issued a data terminal.”

“The full rules of the class battle will be uploaded to it.”

“Initial weapons—wooden sticks—will be distributed at designated supply points.”

“Hidden supply crates will also be scattered throughout the arena.”

“Teachers and instructors will serve as external support.”

“In emergencies, students may choose to forfeit the match and request external help.”

“The Student Council will oversee monitoring and enforcement of the competition.”

“The entire event will be broadcast live on the Magic Web, accessible to the public.”

Wang Ning: !

No wonder she’d seen strange flying devices in the sky—they were all camera drones?!

Wait… did that mean… the livestream had already started?!

Panic flooded Wang Ning’s heart.

And indeed, just as she feared, the livestream chat room was in a frenzy, messages popping up like fireworks.

[Wow, truly worthy of being Saint Alice Academy—going this hardcore right from the start! Thrilling!]

[Place your bets, no take-backs! Guess which class will rise to be the new “Class A”!]

[You’ve got to be kidding—Class A is full of top-tier powerhouses. It’s not that easy to overthrow them.]

[I don’t care about the competition. I’m just here for the pretty girls. (wholesome chuckle)]

[……Camera, move a little to the left—aaaah! I see an angel descending!!!]

“Now, everyone return to your class units.”

“The match is about to begin.”