Chapter 45: Why not brush some In the noisy martial arts hall, Qiao Zihao had been muttering for a long time. "It's over, it's over. I've offended the squad leader. What if he ignores me in the future?" "He won't make things difficult for me, will he?" "Is it possible that he will deliberately observe me secretly in the future, find out if I have violated any rules or regulations, report it directly to the school, and then expel me?" Chen Mo couldn't hold it in any longer: "Brother, you offended the monitor, not the principal." Qiao Zihao muttered to himself, "But the squad leader is very talented. Even if he can't go to the inner courtyard, if he performs steadily and reaches the third realm in the future, he might be able to get into a first-class martial arts academy and become a well-known strong man. Then he can suppress me and force me to spend my life in mediocrity in a small corner!" Chen Mo patted his shoulder and said, "Well, although what you said makes sense, it's not bound to happen." Qiao Zihao raised his head, vaguely hoping to hear some good news. Chen Mo said, "On the other hand, if the squad leader really entered the inner courtyard, then had an epiphany, was admitted to the top martial arts academy, and became a well-known strong man, it is also possible that you were directly exiled to a bitter and cold place outside the country to stay there, and then died young." "."

Qiao Zihao didn't even want to grumble anymore. Fortunately, Old Wu came at this time. Although he didn't know why Qiao Zihao looked so lonely, since Chen Mo was next to him, there would be no problem in catching him and scolding him first. But today, he didn't plan to scold anyone. He just said to the eight people in the class, "Sit down and don't run around. It's about to start." Then he tapped Chen Mo's forehead and said, "Be quiet, the leaders are here." Old Wu was actually a little nervous. This kid had caused trouble to the principal before, but he was one of the school's own people. If he wasn't careful today and he ran to Director Yang of the Administration Bureau and caused some trouble, it would be embarrassing. To his surprise, after hearing this, Chen Mo obediently sat next to Huang Cui and looked very well behaved. Oh, you've grown up and know what an important occasion is. Old Wu began to feel relieved. At this time, Lin Xiangyun, who was originally in the audience, walked to the center of the venue, picked up the microphone and uttered a few words. For extraordinary people, if they use the energy in their bodies to roar, they can definitely easily spread the sound throughout the audience, but that will seem less relaxed, so they usually use modern technology. "The selection is about to begin. Please keep quiet." Lin Xiangyun was personally in charge of hosting the event, as selection and supplementary enrollment was originally the business of the inner college. Under normal circumstances, the inner college teaching group was responsible for coordination, planning, implementation, and judging. He spoke and the place immediately fell silent. "Let me briefly explain the rules first." Lin Xiangyun was holding a clipboard in his hand, which probably contained a list. “First, there will be a round of random matching, with two people competing against each other. The loser will be eliminated and the winner will enter the second round. In the second round, everyone enters the arena in a random order, the loser leaves, and the winner fights endlessly until he loses the ability to fight. " The stadium became even quieter, with only some scattered discussions coming from the freshmen corner of the inner courtyard, which were immediately suppressed by the teaching assistant. The main reason is that the words "losing combat capability" sound scary, and there has been no similar mechanism in the past inner courtyard selections.

The mechanism of the first round is to match two people and decide the winner, which is normal, but the endless challenge of the winner group is quite rare. What this means is that, assuming Zhang San is the first to go on the field in the winner group, if he defeats his opponent Li Si, he will have to continue to accept challenges from Wang Wu and Zhao Liu until he loses his strength, voluntarily gives up, or is unable to continue fighting due to injury. After understanding the rules, everyone gradually understood the idea. Today's selection was not to decide a final winner to enter the inner courtyard, but to give everyone more opportunities to show off. The more you win, the more opportunities you have to show your realm, talent, and willpower. The more you show, the greater your chance of entering the inner courtyard. As expected, Lin Xiangyun continued, "Please remember that the criteria for the advanced class supplementary enrollment is not simply based on victory or defeat. Overall quality is the most important. I hope you will do your best." "In order to save time, I skipped the drawing process and used the computer to randomly match the opponents in advance." "Group one, Chen Xuchi from Class 18, Li Changzhao from Class 22." The competition started so suddenly that many people didn't react. However, the head teachers of Class 18 and Class 22 remained calm and quickly pushed the students they brought up. In the audience, Director Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue and said with a smile: "Principal Sun, isn't this rule a bit too strict? Who is that Instructor Lin?" Although he was the director of the Extraordinary Education Administration, the superior unit of the martial arts school, he did not have Lin Xiangyun's file because the martial arts school had higher power than the local administrative units. Normally, the principal of a martial arts school is only the leader of the entire school in name only, but the chief instructor of the inner courtyard usually comes from the martial arts school, so the principal will not know about it. But Director Yang knew very well that this old man Sun was not an ordinary principal, so he asked this question. Sun Jingping hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Qingfeng Mountain." Director Yang's eyes widened in shock for a long time before he murmured, "No wonder, no wonder. I heard that place has always been very strict." He doesn't need to be reminded, and he won't tell anyone else. Sun Jingping comforted him, "He will know his limits." He had confirmed the selection plan with Lin Xiangyun in advance. Because the number of places was reduced this time, only one person could be selected in the end. The decision based solely on the victory or defeat might be accidental. However, there are some personal preferences involved. Lin Xiangyun believes that the standard is not simply victory or defeat, but if it were someone else, they might only consider victory or defeat. It is impossible to judge which method is better. Anyway, according to the underlying logic of the supernatural world, the strong have the final say. Here, Lin Xiangyun is the strong one, so he has the final say. The two people in the first group of duels have already entered the arena, and everyone's attention has been slightly drawn to them. Chen Mo knew the time had come. He stretched his neck to take a look and found that Old Wu was standing on the sidelines, staring at the field with complete concentration. So he stood up quietly, ready to slip away through the small aisle on the side of the auditorium, but just as he raised his butt, he heard a cold voice. "Stop. Where are you going?" Old Wu didn't even turn his head, but he knew everything. Chen Mo froze on the edge of his seat and laughed dryly, "I need to go to the bathroom." "It's only been a few minutes, and you have to go to the bathroom?"

"When I get nervous, I feel the urge to defecate. I need to poop." "Stop!" Old Wu saw that people from other classes nearby had begun to pay attention to this place. He didn't want Chen Mo to be here, so he waved his hand and said, "Go quickly and come back soon." Chen Mo's evil plan succeeded. He exited through the small path and walked along the backstage corridor towards the freshmen in the inner courtyard. "They are all freshmen with bright talents. I have nothing to do anyway, so I might as well brush them up a bit." (End of this chapter)