Seemingly satisfied with Du Qingling's attitude, Thirteen did not cause any trouble to Du Qingling and forgot what he just said.
"This is a genius class. In addition to fighting skills, it requires your wisdom. Otherwise, don't think that if you come in, you will stay here forever. There will be assessments every month. If you fail to pass, you will get out. Geniuses want
What matters is the brain, but if the physical fitness is not up to par, it will be over. So, I am your fighting teacher codenamed Thirteen."
Instructor Thirteen was sitting on the podium. He looked around at the students in this class. There were fifty-six people, and there were 18 in Class C. These eighteen were not top-notch, but they were not mediocre either. They were just too energetic. I thought this was the place.
Or a place where you can do whatever you want.
"Now for the combat test."
I slapped the table casually, and a passage appeared in the classroom. It was pitch black like a black hole.
"go in."
Thirteen pointed to the passage, facing the eighteen people.
"Teacher, what we rely on is our brains. Just be smart. What does fighting have to do with it?"
Said a young boy with a slightly pale face, as if he had rarely seen the sun.
"Brain? If I punch you now, can your brain bear it? If you want to be smart, you must also have a brain."
Thirteen said coldly, with a touch of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. He really didn't know the heights of the world. He thought that he was smart and was great.
In Xingyue, there are smart people everywhere. There is no smartest one, only smarter ones. Do you want to show off your little cleverness?
"Get in here, or get out."
Thirteen took the lead in entering the passage, without looking back at the eighteen students. He was not worried about someone escaping. Entering the gifted class itself was difficult, so why would he shrink back because of such a trivial matter?