Chapter 44 Come on! Dang Dang Dang! Every strike of the old alarm clock felt like a blow to Chen Mo's crown. He got dressed, got up, washed, ate, chatted with his cousin for a few words, and then the two brothers went out together. "Brother, I heard from my seniors that today is the selection for the inner courtyard supplementary admissions." Hu Mingxuan said. Chen Mo nodded and started beeping. "He is right, and you heard right. Today is the last chance for our ordinary class to enroll in the advanced class. For the top students in each class, this is a day worth paying attention to. As long as you successfully pass the selection, you can smoothly enter the inner courtyard and get more guidance and resources from then on. When you apply for a martial arts academy, you can also choose the top martial arts academies, and..." Hu Mingxuan has become accustomed to accepting everything. He knows that his cousin sometimes has sudden attacks, but most of the time he doesn't mind it, because he always talks about things he has never learned or heard of. Chen Mo occasionally noticed that his cousin was distracted, but he usually wouldn't take the initiative to remind him. Even banks have benefits for VIP customers. As their biggest source of experience, they have the right to be distracted occasionally. The two of them walked all the way to the small gate of the inner courtyard, and Hu Mingxuan finally had the opportunity to interrupt: "I didn't have time to say just now that the freshmen in our inner courtyard will be organized to watch the game. If you have the chance, just sneak in." Chen Mo laughed and said, "Then let's meet at the martial arts gym."

Students from regular classes were not allowed to go in to watch the game. The reason was that the venue could not accommodate everyone in the school, and leaders from the school and the Education Administration Bureau were coming, so they were simply not allowed in. But Chen Mo did not make any random promises. After all, he was a contestant, so he would definitely be able to meet him in the martial arts gym. He quickened his pace, walked into the school, and came to the classroom. Unexpectedly, there were so many people there. The seven people who participated in the selection sat in a circle around the desk, Old Wu stood in front of the blackboard, and some other students who did not participate in the selection but did not go to practice stretched their heads to listen. "Just right, come in." The head teacher waved his hand and called Chen Mo to the podium. "Now that everyone is here, let me tell you a few key points." "You have played exchange matches with other classes before, and it's basically the same. The key is to overcome the mentality problem. When the time comes, in addition to the people from other classes participating in the selection, there will also be students from the inner courtyard watching the game, which adds up to several hundred people." "The most important thing to note is not to lose your composure just because someone is watching you, and not to have any image baggage, such as rolling around or lying on the ground. Don't think about whether it looks good or not, just make sure it works." "Then there are the fighting techniques. Teacher Zhang usually explains them very clearly. I will mention a few important ones." When Old Wu was talking, the classroom became very quiet. Among the eight people who participated in the competition, even those who just wanted to have a look couldn't help but become serious. Not to mention them, even the people around them who were not participating in the selection were infected and listened attentively. After talking for about ten minutes, Old Wu finally finished. "Okay, you guys come with me to the martial arts gym, and the rest of you can do whatever you need to do. Don't treat it like a big exam. It's not a big deal." In fact, after he said this, it actually reflected the importance of this selection. Although there have been two supplementary admissions to the inner court in the past year or so, not many people participated. The reason is very simple, students in ordinary classes do not have innate talents, otherwise they would have entered the inner courtyard directly when they enrolled. The previous year is the starting stage of cultivation, and many people gradually get into the groove at the end of the period, and there are very few people who can master the key points. At this time, there are only a few months left before the big exam, and those who should be awakened have also awakened, so it will be easier to see who has greater potential. Chen Mo mixed in the crowd and walked out of the classroom. The situation in other classes was similar. Most people came out of the teaching building and turned right to the playground. A few people were led by their class teachers and turned left to the martial arts hall. Different people walked in different directions, as if embarking on different futures.

Inside the high walls of the inner courtyard, an assistant teacher was speaking to a dozen freshmen. "Watch carefully when you get there, don't be complacent. The people competing are all your seniors, don't think you're great just because you have talent. If you go up now, you'll get beaten." The teaching assistant was not worried that they would not watch carefully, because these students had just graduated from high school, had not yet started training, and had never seen a formal competition. What he feared most was that they would be so self-reliant on their talent that they would not care about anything else and would miss the opportunity to learn. After all, the inner courtyard had everything else, but it lacked people and the conditions for a formal competition. Hu Mingxuan stood in the queue and thought to himself that if that was the case, his cousin was also a senior and maybe he could ask him for explanations when the time comes, since he was a talkative person anyway. The others took the assistant's words to heart and began to look forward to it. In this atmosphere, they headed towards the martial arts gym. The martial arts hall is a circular venue. The surrounding audience seats are higher than the middle stage. The stage has a rubber floor, which is the last mercy left for these students. If they are really cruel, they can use concrete floor. At the central podium on the long side of the auditorium, those who were supposed to arrive had already arrived. At this time, Chen Mo was standing on the long side below, looking at the people above. Sun Jingping and Director Yang from the Education Administration Bureau sat in the middle, while Lin Xiangyun did not sit down. He stood behind the two of them and said something. Glancing around, people from other classes were also entering the venue one after another, finding seats in the lowest level of the audience seats so that they would be ready to compete. There will be no opening ceremony, speeches, or other formalities in the selection because it is not a performance. "Let's go together, brothers." Qiao Zihao sat down on Chen Mo's left side. He was ranked ninth in the class and was not challenged at the beginning. Miraculously, he chose to participate in the selection, while the seventh and eighth place students withdrew. Chen Mo asked: "Any information?" He knew that Qiao Zihao had a cheerful personality, good interpersonal relationships, and was the most well-informed person in the class. "Hey, what kind of intelligence do you want? There are only a few popular people. Zhang Qingsong, Kuang Yanfei, Xiong Zhangling, the two from Class 38 and Class 56, and... our squad leader can barely be counted." "Don't force it." Chen Mo laughed dryly. "Don't disagree." Qiao Zihao said, "The class monitor's level is the highest in our class, but it's still a little bit short of the whole school." "Uh" "Tsk, don't you believe what I said? Take Zhang Qingsong, who has those girls obsessed with him like they're star-chasing. He may be a bit pretentious, but he's really strong. According to gossip, his bottleneck to the third realm has already loosened. There's no sign of our squad leader showing any signs of that yet." Qiao Zihao's eyes rolled, "What's with that expression on your face? You've been like this since just now, what do you want to say?" Chen Mo spread his hands, looking helpless: "I want to say that the squad leader is behind you." Qiao Zihao turned his head stiffly and found that Le Mingrui was indeed standing next to him. "Squad leader, you may not believe this, but that was actually my second personality." Le Mingrui nodded: "Come on." (End of this chapter)