Zhou Jian naturally heard the euphemistic reminder in Wang Guangyu's words. Since it is a law that has been verified countless times since the catastrophe, Zhou Jian does not expect to break this law. He has set a rule for himself.
After a year, if the Demon Slayer clone is of no help in practicing ancient martial arts, and if you cannot even reach the level of a lower human level within a year, then give up on ancient martial arts.
, "Here, here I give you the key." Wang Guangyu opened the door and handed Zhou Jian a key. "Your room is in 102. Let me tell you the rules. We have one room per person, and most of the practice is in our own room."
Here, I don’t have much time to go to the martial arts hall to study with my master, so in order not to affect other people’s practice, try not to make any noise in the room.”
"Understood."
"You can also get school uniforms for free at the logistics office tomorrow.
"oh."
Wang Guangyu went upstairs, Zhou Jian sighed, took out his key and opened his door. At this time, the door of 101 next door opened.
A slightly fat boy with a face of about 20 years old and wearing a hua plaid shirt poked his head out.
, "New here?"
,"Um."
"Haha, my second grader Liu Wei."
"Hello, brother Liu Hua."
"I'm dizzy. Don't be so polite. Just call me Awei. It's time to eat later. You don't know where the canteen is yet? I'll take you there in a moment."
"No, I" Zhou Jian originally wanted to say, "I made an appointment to eat with Lan Zixuan and Lan Xiaojian."
As a result, before he could finish his words, Liu Wei interrupted him by saying, "It doesn't matter."
Liu Wei was really overly enthusiastic. Not only did he help Zhou Jian carry his luggage into the room, but he also introduced Zhou Jian to various rules and precautions in the martial arts gym. As long as Zhou Jian said, "Thank you" or something like that,
, he would say something like, "We are all brothers when we live together." "Why are brothers so polite?" and the like.
The completely familiar tone made Zhou Jian feel a little awkward.
After chattering for five minutes, Liu Wei suddenly said, "By the way, brother, you should have received the life field energy crystals after entering school, right? Alas, brother, I ran out of crystals yesterday. I have been rushing to break through the bottleneck these days. You
Lend it to me for a while and return it to you tomorrow."
Zhou Jian was startled, and then he realized that Liu Wei had been tricking him for a long time just to use this life field energy to crystallize. Although Zhou Jian didn't understand how that thing was used, he could probably guess how it would be used by ancient practitioners.
Martial arts are very precious to people, and it may not be easy to buy them even if you have money, otherwise, with the financial resources and foundation of the seven ancient martial arts families, each new student would not be able to get just a little.
We have only known each other for a few minutes, and to borrow such precious consumables without knowing whether they would return them was really speechless.
Zhou Jian spread his hands and said truthfully: "I don't have enough friends, so I didn't receive the life field energy crystal."
Liu Wei was startled and said with a smile: "Stop teasing your brother." It's not like I won't pay you back, so don't be so naughty."
, "I really didn't get it." Zhou Jian felt helpless, this guy thought of himself as a newbie.
"This is boring. We are all in the same dormitory. We don't know each other when we look down." Brother, can I cheat you? It's just that these two days are really needed. Otherwise, next time I get a new energy crystal, I will give you a piece of it.
of."
Zhou Jian sighed, really too lazy to talk nonsense with him. "My overall talent rating is 0.8, do you think I can get energy crystals?"
, "How much more? 0.8?"
,"Yes,0.8."
Liu Wei blinked his little eyes and looked at Zhou Jian in disbelief. "How did you enter the Oriental Martial Arts School with only 0.8?"
Zhou Jian didn't bother to explain, so he just didn't speak.
Liu Wei looked at Zhou Jian suspiciously, and slowly, there was an obvious disdain in his eyes. In the Oriental Martial Arts School, strength is everything. Liu Wei has been working hard, trying to climb from Class C to Class B, and then have
It is possible to enter the ancient martial arts family and skyrocket from there.
He has subconsciously defined himself as a master. He believes that if he is with masters, he will slowly become a master. However, Zhou Jian, whose qualifications are only 0.8, is simply a complete waste.
I actually had nothing to do to talk nonsense with him for a long time. It was really a waste of precious practice time.
Of course, although he was disdainful of Zhou Jian in his heart, he would not say anything unpleasant to ridicule him. That was because he was full and could bear it, so Liu Wei simply stopped saying a word, turned around and went back to his room.
Zhou Jian was stunned for a moment, this guy is really straightforward.
He didn't bother to pay attention to such a small person, closed the door, and Zhou Jian simply played "Gods and Demons". Everything depends on tomorrow. We will see when he gets the idea.
There are five first-year classes in the Oriental Martial Arts School, with three classes each year.
Zhou Jian's first grade has three classes: A, B, and C. In addition, there is a special small group in Class A that receive special guidance from martial arts masters because they are very talented.
Class C has the largest number of people, which is subdivided into 12 groups. Zhou Jian was assigned to group 10 of Class C. All the people in this group are freshmen. There are 7 people in total, five boys and two girls. Two girls happen to be
A pair of twins. Generally, the twins' ancient martial arts qualifications are exactly the same, with a difference of only a few tenths at most. These two sisters came together to participate in the test, and their talents were the same, so they were naturally grouped together.
Zhou Jian was the last one to arrive. As soon as he arrived, he found that the eyes of the other six people were falling on him. Some of them were curious, surprised, doubtful, disdainful, and puzzled.
Zhou Jian looked at the wall again and found that there were information sheets of 10 groups of students. One of them was himself, with photos and introductions. Seeing this, Zhou Jian understood that these people already knew about his strange talent.
Zhou Jian was used to other people's surprised or disdainful looks. He walked up to the information sheet openly and openly to see what other people's levels were.
Among the 7 people, apart from myself, the other 6 people have the highest talent score of the twins, 17.5, followed by a short boy, 16, and the rest are not lower than 12, so my 0.8 mixed in among them is like
Tractors mixed in with BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes are generally popular.
When Zhou Jian was looking at the information sheet, he vaguely heard very quiet discussions behind him. Although Zhou Jian did not summon the Demon Slayer clone, after training in "Gods and Demons 2", his hearing was twice as sharp as that of ordinary people.
many.
"Did this guy's grades get printed wrong?"
"How is this possible? The score can be printed wrong, and the amount of energy xué is also printed wrong? The "None" in the energy xué evaluation column is also printed wrong?"
"Then how did he enter the Oriental Martial Arts School?"
"You don't have to ask, just go through the back door! You're a second-generation official. My father is awesome, but my son is better than us at all. Common people like us can't afford to hurt him."
"Sister, I think he is very handsome."
"Don't be crazy, boys nowadays are not very good, especially this kind of oily-headed and pink-faced ones." There are powerful people in the family. "It's weird if he is not a huāhuā! Our sisters finally entered the Oriental Martial Arts School, of course we have to
Practice your skills well and expect nothing from men."
Listening to the discussion behind him, Zhou Jian had a strange expression on his face. Words like "good guy, oil-headed, pink-faced, huāhuā young master" have nothing to do with him.
At this time, a whistle suddenly sounded in the training room, and the instructor arrived.
The instructor was a middle-aged fat man in his forties or fifties. He was wearing a pair of wrinkled jeans and an unclean blue plaid top. He didn't look like a martial arts master.
After the seven students lined up, the fat man folded his arms and rubbed his chin that was almost split in two with one hand, looking at the freshmen in front of him like a soldier.
"My name is Liang Jun." Fatty said, "You can call me Instructor Liang, or you can call me my nickname, Butcher Ajun."
Hearing this nondescript nickname, coupled with Instructor Liang's body, Zhou Jian felt funny in his heart, and a boy in the team couldn't help laughing." However, the butcher Ajun's face immediately turned cold when he heard this laughter.
Come down, "Is it funny?"
The boy realized that something was wrong and immediately stopped laughing. However, it was already late, and the butcher Ajun said in a nonchalant manner: "One hundred push-ups, complete within five minutes, otherwise double the number."
The boy's face suddenly turned green. Although he has talent in ancient martial arts, he hasn't practiced anything yet. How could he finish a hundred push-ups in five minutes?
"The Oriental Martial Arts School implements militarized management, no one told you?"
"Report it to the instructor, no one told me." The boy said weakly.
Butcher Ajun said with a smile: "Really? Then I tell you now, you can start. Also, I remind you that you have wasted fifteen seconds."
The boy lay on the ground with a mournful face, while the butcher Ajun turned to Zhou Jian, "And you, a hundred push-ups, done in five minutes."
Zhou Jian was stunned, "Tell the instructor, I'm not smiling."
"Yeah, you didn't smile, but the look in your eyes just now betrayed you deeply. Do you think I didn't see it? One hundred push-ups!"
Holy shit! Zhou Jian has nothing to say, he met a pervert.
"And you two." Butcher Ajun finally turned to the twin sisters, which sent chills down the spines of the surviving boys. This pervert didn't even spare women.
"Since you are girls, let's give you a 95% discount. It's better to do 95% off."
The two girls almost fainted.
Just like that, the four people started to do push-ups. Butcher Ajun smiled and said to the three survivors: "I guess you just reacted a little slowly. Well, you are lucky. I am just telling you in this way that the training at the Oriental Martial Arts School is very good."
It’s hard work, no, it should be said to be very perverted, this is just an appetizer, if you can’t stand it, get out of here as soon as possible!”
After the butcher Ajun finished speaking, he concentrated on counting the number of push-ups done by several people. The two girls were a little unable to hold up after only doing ten, while the other boy did twenty push-ups. After doing twenty, he started to do it more and more slowly, until he reached three.
Ten years later, he could no longer be said to be doing push-ups, but was heaving and weaving like a fly larvae.
Only Zhou Jian always does it easily. After being tempered by "Gods and Demons 2", his physical fitness has reached the level of Olympic athletes before the catastrophe. Doing a hundred push-ups is nothing.
Seeing Zhou Jian's quick and standard movements, even if he did eight or ninety times as if nothing happened, the three boys behind him couldn't help but gasped, this guy, looking so weak with oily hair and pink face, turns out to be an animal.@.
