The principal’s office of Jingcheng No. 7 Middle School.
A middle-aged man with silky hair stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, looking into the distance with a thoughtful look on his face.
"Principal!" There was a knock on the door, and then an old man in his fifties or sixties walked in.
The old man has an elegant face, more easy-going and less oppressive than the middle-aged man, but the look he looks at the middle-aged man implies respect.
"Old Zhao." The middle-aged man asked directly without turning around, "Have the forms been sent out?"
"It has been distributed to all classes along with this year's "Admissions Guide." Zhao Hanhai, the director of the third year of high school, nodded, and then said doubtfully, "Principal, I don't quite understand why a martial arts study was suddenly arranged. It seems that there was no such thing in previous years.
Is this a common practice?"
"Have you noticed that the college entrance examination has expanded its enrollment this year?" Huang Tao, the principal of Jingcheng No. 7 Middle School, asked.
"I see, the planned enrollment of all martial arts colleges across the country this year is close to 60,000, which is one-third more than last year. It is a bit abnormal... The principal asked, is there any special reason?" Zhao Hanhai was startled.
"Even for martial arts colleges with support from all parties behind them, resources are not unlimited. Using limited resources wisely is the meaning of the college entrance examination."
Huang Tao frowned, tapped his fingers on the table, and continued: "This was the original plan set by the Martial Arts Department, and with the sudden expansion of enrollment this year, the pressure on major universities will inevitably increase. In the long run, this is not a good thing.
unless……"
"Unless what?" Zhao Hanhai asked.
Huang Tao shook his head and turned to talk about another matter, "Yesterday the city lord held a banquet. The principals of the nine universities in Jingcheng attended the banquet. The city lord said something before leaving the banquet..."
"What words?"
"There's just one thing I haven't figured out..."
"Principal!" Zhao Han finally couldn't bear it anymore and spoke in a higher tone.
It’s true that you are the principal, but my grade director has no dignity?
Even tool people can't be ignored forever, right?
Huang Tao came back to his senses, then he woke up, coughed and said, "The city lord finally said, let us stop hiding and hiding, we must dare to discover talents, promote talents, and... cultivate talents!"
Zhao Hanhai fell into deep thought after hearing this, "Is that why you came up with this matter of finding out?"
"Although the city lord has always kept a low profile, he is never a person who targets nothing. Thinking about this year's enrollment expansion, it is obvious that there must be some connection behind it." Huang Tao nodded.
"So, Principal, you are doing this to prepare for the follow-up actions?"
"Well, the tone of the city lord's words is already very obvious. If there is really a good idea, I'm afraid we will have to use some of our No. 7 Middle School's bottom-line resources."
"If it's just like this, there is no need for the city lord to specially entertain you, right?" Huang Tao couldn't help but be suspicious when he thought of the city lord's character.
Huang Tao nodded approvingly, "Yes, there was another person who appeared at the banquet yesterday, a person who was beyond all expectations, although he only showed up once and then left."
"who?"
After Zhao Hanhai asked, he saw that Huang Tao didn't speak, but still stared into the distance. He couldn't help but feel something in his heart. He took a few steps forward and followed Huang Tao's gaze.
In Jingcheng, there is a very special building, a Tower of Babel that imitates ancient buildings.
At this moment, Huang Tao's eyes rested on the towering bronze tower.
In the era of spiritual revival, the city lord of each city is the highest officer and usually the strongest warrior.
But Jingcheng is special.
Because there is a Marquis of Jingcheng in Jingcheng.
Jingcheng Marquis Gao Wen is a living legend in Jingcheng and rarely appears in public view.
But according to Huang Tao's intention, Marquis Jingcheng actually showed up at yesterday's banquet. There must be some deep meaning in this.
"Do you still remember?" Huang Tao exhaled, "Jingcheng Hou is the honorary president of Jingcheng Martial Arts University..."
Zhao Hanhai was startled for a moment, then thought deeply.
…
Shen Qian walked out of Class 109's classroom in a daze.
He doesn't quite understand why the system does this.
Just when I was filling out the survey form just now, the system suddenly activated the idle mode.
In other words, he did not fill out that form.
By the time Shen Qian woke up, the form had already been taken away.
Originally, according to Shen Qian's own ideas, he was going to fill in some discreet data, but when he looked back at the "hook record", Shen Qian almost jumped up.
"Explosive force 140Kg, speed 10.5s."
This is the data that the system filled in on his behalf.
Not to mention that such a high profile is completely inconsistent with Shen Qian's steady style. The problem is...his current strength is not at this level at all.
"Forget it, wait until Liu Simin comes to question me and just say it was wrong."
Anyway, he was just filling out a form, and Shen Qian, who didn't take it seriously, quickly forgot about this episode.
"Shen Qian!"
Wang Yangming's shouting came from behind, and he ran up panting, "Why are you walking so fast?"
"Really?" Shen Qian realized that his physical strength had increased and his unconscious steps were faster than Wang Yangming's trot, so he slowed down a bit.
"Didn't you say you have something to tell me after school?" Wang Yangming asked after taking a breath.
Shen Qian slapped his head and almost forgot about it.
"I remember you said before that your dad was helping you get some special effects mixture, have you got it yet?" Shen Qian asked.
"How can special effects mixture be so easy to get?" Wang Yangming sighed after hearing this, "I had already taken the body-building mixture once when I graduated from junior high school. Taking it again will not have much effect. In short, it is impossible to help me pass the 120 level. …”
According to Liu Simin's estimation, although major colleges and universities have expanded their enrollment this year, based on last year's score line, the strength of the physical fitness test still needs to be above 120, and the speed must be within 11 seconds to have hope.
Shen Qian had heard Wang Yangming and Zhou Xu talking about it just now. Wang Yangming's power had just touched the threshold of 110, and his speed was even worse. It was even worse than Shen Qian before, only 11.7 seconds.
"I have a new type of physical potion here, do you want to try it?" Shen Qian asked straight to the point.
"New physical potion?" Wang Yangming was startled and became interested, "Which brand is it and when was it released? Why don't I know?"
Shen Qian looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them, so he took out a green and white plastic bottle from his bag and put it in Wang Yangming's hand.
Seeing how mysterious Shen Qian was, Wang Yangming was also very nervous. He also looked around, then put his hands together and looked into the gap. Then Wang Yangming's face froze.
"...AD calcium milk?"
"Don't worry about these details. It contains a new type of physical potion. I got it from the black market. You can try it at home and see if it works. If it works, remember to tell me. This is very important."
Shen Qian patted Wang Yangming on the shoulder, turned and left, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Wang Yangming stood there, looking at the "AD calcium milk" in his hand, and seriously suspected that Shen Qian was insulting his IQ.
Shaking his head, Wang Yangming finally resisted the urge to throw the calcium milk into the trash can, put it in his trouser pocket and walked home.