"But... Principal, you have announced this news. Our First Army in Great Xia, Wuhan University, was already the target of public criticism, but now it has only attracted more hatred..."
A teacher on the side couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw Zhang Zehong looking so calm and relaxed.
"What are you afraid of? Even if our First Military University in Great Xia becomes the target of public criticism, it is only the matter of those students. What does it have to do with us, the school leaders?"
Zhang Zehong chuckled and said, "Students from other schools will only come to trouble students from our school, and they will only come to trouble Wang Jin. We just need to watch."
He paused and then said: "What's more, aren't you curious? Don't you want to know where the strength of this boy Wang Jin has reached?"
Although Zhang Zehong's strength is only at the master level, he is still far away from the powerful person who judged Wang Jin to have the qualifications of a martial saint.
But this does not mean that his vision will be any worse than that of the powerful man.
He could see that Wang Jin's body was empty of blood and energy. Not to mention the modern era of prosperous martial arts, even before the martial arts era, when material resources were still extremely scarce in ancient times, Wang Jin was still completely sick.
According to common sense, it would be very difficult for such a sickly person to even practice martial arts, let alone the qualifications of a martial arts saint.
But the strange thing is that with such a sick body, Wang Jin was not only evaluated as having the "qualifications of a martial arts saint" by that powerful person, but he also won the top prize in martial arts in this year's college entrance examination.
This is where many of the masters and experts in the capital's universities are extremely confused.
Wang Jin's behavior completely goes against common sense.
But Zhang Zehong saw some differences.
He could see that there seemed to be a power in Wang Jin's body that had nothing to do with blood, but made him stronger.
This power is the true meaning of martial arts!
This is the true meaning of martial arts that only those who have reached the master level can understand!
And it's not just the true meaning of martial arts. The will of martial arts is so powerful and sharp that even Zhang Zehong was surprised when he saw Wang Jin for the first time!
This is also the reason why the principals of the other seven Beidou schools are competing for Wang Jin, and also the reason why the strong man from the sect made such an astonishing evaluation of Wang Jin!
Wang Jin, who is only a teenager, has understood the true meaning of martial arts at such a young age, and it is so powerful that even he, a strong master, is a little shocked by the true meaning of martial arts!
This young man's understanding is simply unimaginable!
"With the help of this true meaning of martial arts, you will have no problem defeating those freshmen who are no more than fourth-level warriors at most... But with those sophomores whose strength is generally at the fourth-level warriors, what kind of wonderful results can you achieve?"
Zhang Zehong looked at the still empty auditorium below, with a faint expectation in his eyes.
He could naturally see that even though he defeated all the new students with his own strength yesterday, it didn't take much energy for Wang Jin at all.
He wanted to know how powerful Wang Jin really was, with the support of such a powerful martial arts will.
This time he deliberately released the strong man's evaluation of Wang Jin just to see this point.
Just as this thought came to mind, suddenly, footsteps came from the door.
A large number of freshmen walked into the auditorium in an orderly manner, and at the back of the freshmen, Wang Jin looked calm and followed the crowd, slowly walked into the auditorium, and found a place to sit down at random.
The smile at the corner of Zhang Zehong's mouth slowly widened.
The show is coming!
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One by one, the teachers stood up to speak under the introduction of the host, and poured down bowls of chicken soup. Many freshmen around them were already extremely excited by the chicken soup fed by these teachers, and they all swore in their hearts that they would be like this.
You must practice martial arts well in four years, and not waste a single second. Make yourself a useful person so that you can serve the country in the future.
Wang Jin, who had already become an old man in two lifetimes, was impatient at this moment.
Yawned.cao
He drank a lot of chicken soup in his previous life, but in this life, he couldn't drink even a drop of it.
The teachers above were still speaking one by one. Wang Jin was bored, and the picture he saw in his dream last night subconsciously appeared in his mind.
The old man's words seemed to reappear in his ears again.
"The way of the sword is the way of the heart..."
He repeated it subconsciously.
At this moment, a large number of footsteps suddenly came from the door. At the door, a group of students with different clothes and different expressions on their faces slowly walked in. They entered the auditorium and found their places respectively.
He sat down and his eyes immediately began to wander around the auditorium.
Obviously, they came to the auditorium not for this freshman meeting at all.
"Brother Jin..."
Huang Mao noticed this group of people and immediately became a little nervous. He saw that many of the new people entering the auditorium were the ones he had just met in the cafeteria.
Wang Jin naturally noticed this group of people, but he didn't seem to care at all and only gave Huang Mao a don't worry look.
Zhang Zehong, who was above, also noticed the group of people entering the auditorium, and his smile became even wider.
"Okay, now we invite our freshmen representative, this year's college entrance examination martial arts champion, Wang Jin, to take the stage to give a speech on behalf of the freshmen!"
The host with a sweet smile didn't notice anything strange. When the sweet voice fell, thunderous applause suddenly sounded from below.
Wang Jin's battle at the Guansheng Lake yesterday has made him the most prestigious among the many freshmen at the Wuhan University in the First Army of Great Xia. Now that Wang Jin is about to take the stage to speak, everyone will naturally not hesitate to applaud.
Amidst the thunderous applause, Wang Jin stood up from his seat, took the speech Huang Mao had written for himself, and slowly walked onto the high platform.
The thunderous applause slowly subsided, and Wang Jin unhurriedly unfolded his speech and began to read aloud.
"Dear classmates, I am honored to stand on the podium today and speak on behalf of you..."
Just after reading a few sentences, a faint black line appeared on Wang Jin's forehead.
What is this writing about? Huang Mao’s Chinese proficiency is too low, right?
Just as he was about to continue reading, he heard a burst of applause from below.
A round of applause, followed by several sparse applauses, rang out in the auditorium. This untimely applause attracted the attention of all the freshmen in the auditorium.
I saw that the people who gave out the applause were all sitting scattered on the four sides of the auditorium. At this time, each of them had a sneer on their face. They looked at Wang Jin on the stage and moved their hands in a provocative manner.
Palm.
The freshmen also seemed to realize that something was wrong, and saw that this group of people seemed to have bad intentions.
The originally warm atmosphere in the auditorium seemed to have solidified for a moment.