Chapter Fourteen: One step to heaven, one step to hell
Anyway, Fang Ping finally sent the little girl away.
For this reason, Fang Ping once again owed countless debts, and he himself couldn't even remember how many benefits he had promised this girl.
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The next day, April 8th.
Fang Ping became popular, at least in Class 4 of Senior High School.
Before he came, Wu Zhihao arrived first.
As soon as Wu Zhihao arrived, Zhang Hao and Yang Jian, who were full of gossips, hurriedly inquired about the situation.
Old Wu was probably unwilling to accept that he was shocked last night. When the two asked, Old Wu immediately said mysteriously: "113 cards!"
He did not mention the 108 calories in the second test. In fact, the second test was not as accurate as the first test due to reduced physical strength.
As soon as the 113 card came out, the whole class was shocked!
Fang Ping, one of the members of the "Ordinary Duo", is he extraordinary?
Just yesterday, everyone was the same person, struggling for the liberal arts exam, and even Fang Ping's scores in liberal arts were not very top-notch.
But now?
113 cards!
The students in the class who only took the liberal arts test may not know the situation of the candidates who took the exam in other martial arts subjects.
But one thing everyone knows.
Last year at Nanjiang Wuhan University, the minimum enrollment standard was 112 credits.
Doesn't this mean that Fang Ping's Qi and blood standards have reached the standards of Nanjiang Wuhan University?
Can it stop being popular this time?
Future bearded Yang Jian, with despair on his face, murmured: "It's unscientific, absolutely unscientific. With his small body, he is taller than me?"
Even warriors must be scientific!
But Fang Ping is really unscientific!
This guy should be able to hit eight with one punch, right?
Yang Jian yelled that it was unscientific, while Zhang Hao on the side said that his epilepsy had recurred, and he trembled and said, "It's unreasonable!"
"113 cards!"
"I only have 108 cards..."
Zhang Nan, who was sitting not far from him, heard the words and said quietly: "108 cards are me, I remember you 107 cards..."
Zhang Hao became angry and said: "That was half a month ago, and now I have 108 cards!"
Zhang Nan was not angry and said calmly: "Okay, you have 108 calories and Fang Ping only has 113..."
"you!"
Zhang Hao looked sad, turned to stare at Wu Zhihao and said: "Old Wu, please tell me, are you lying to us?"
Wu Zhihao said casually while reading a book: "Why are you lying to me? Anyway, you are not as tall as me, so it has nothing to do with me."
"How can you say that?" Zhang Hao said sadly: "Think about it, how miserable our brothers are.
I attend classes, tutoring classes, and exercise every day.
You can't eat fried food, you can't eat skewers, you can't drink drinks, and you can't even eat a cream popsicle in the summer.
That kid Fang Ping is inhumane!
Lao Wu, don’t you feel envious or jealous at all?”
As soon as he said this, Wu Zhihao was not calm anymore.
Ordinary students envy them, but little do they know that they also envy these people.
In order to prepare for the martial arts exam, they paid more, but this kind of sacrifice may not have any results.
As Zhang Hao said, when people are eating delicious food, they are also taking supplements.
Do you think supplements are delicious?
Eat it every day, until you vomit, and until you see the kebabs on the roadside, your mouth will water.
But in order to stay in shape, to avoid accidents, and for the sake of martial arts, they gritted their teeth and drooled and reluctantly left.
Everyone is like this usually, so just accept it for the sake of the future.
But that kid Fang Ping seems to have no taboo on meat and vegetables, and has no such taboo at all.
This person's comparison with others can really make people angry.
Wu Zhihao became a little uneasy and said with a wry smile: "There's nothing we can do about it. If someone is gifted, we can't deny it."
"no!"
Zhang Hao gritted his teeth and hummed: "Doesn't this kid not exercise?
There's nothing we can do about the blood problem, let's admit it.
Invite him to go to the gym to exercise together in the evening, then we will spar with him and give him a good beating to get this out!"
As Zhang Hao was talking, Wu Zhihao across from him blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "We are all classmates, there is no need for this."
"No, otherwise I'll be choked and uncomfortable!"
Wu Zhihao persuaded: "Forget it, isn't Fang Ping just a little more energetic than you, a little better at cultural studies, and a little more handsome?
There’s really no need to be angry, my classmates have passed the exam, and we’re all good-looking.”
"Old Wu, where are you from?" Zhang Hao asked angrily.
Wu Zhihao started to read with his head down and said without raising his head: "I'm reviewing, it's not about either way."
Just as Zhang Hao was about to continue, someone tapped him on the shoulder, and then Fang Ping's cheerful voice came from behind him: "Zhang Hao, if you ask me, I should give Fang Ping a good beating, otherwise it won't be worth it if I get so angry that I get so angry."
Zhang Hao twitched the corner of his mouth, turned around and said: "You are joking, how can you?"
We are good brothers, how can we do such a thing?"
As he said this, Zhang Hao had a bitter look on his face. Let alone beating people, if Fang Ping really gets admitted to martial arts one day, he won't be beaten by a martial artist, right?
Fang Ping was too lazy to be serious and said with a smile: "Don't listen to Wu Zhihao's nonsense. I don't have 113 cards. At most..."
"It's only about 115 calories at most."
Zhang Hao rolled his eyes, this guy was deliberately irritating himself.
Sighing, Zhang Hao didn't take it seriously. At this time, he was really curious and asked: "Fang Ping, do you have any tips for training Qi and blood?"
"Nonsense, if I had this knack, I would have become a warrior a long time ago!" Fang Ping did not dare to admit this, so he waved his hand and said, "If we really had a knack, there wouldn't be many warriors on the street, so would it be our turn to take the test?"
"That's true." Zhang Hao sighed again and said with some resentment: "Now, Lao Wu, you, Yang Jian, and Liu Ruoqi, you are the only four in our class who have the greatest hope.
The probability of us running with you is 99%!
In the past, three were enough. If you come too, God will kill me..."
Wu Zhihao, who had just pretended to read a book, now raised his head and said: "Xuan, everyone's energy and blood are generally higher this year than last year, and I'm really a little unsafe now.
Let’s just say that in our class, if we count Fang Ping, there are only 4 students with more than 110 calories.
For other ordinary classes, as far as I know, there are probably more than 60 students with more than 110 calories.
There are more people in the key classes. Regardless of the small number of people, there are quite a few people with 110 calories or more, at least about 40.
Counting it all together, in No. 1 Middle School alone, there are 100 students with more than 110 calories.
This is still our school. Although other schools in Yangcheng are not as good as ours, they are all good this year. Even if they are added together, they are almost the same as our No. 1 Middle School.
In just one city, Yangcheng, there are 200 with more than 110 calories!”
After doing the math, Wu Zhihao said helplessly: "Last year, a total of 9 martial arts students were admitted to Yangcheng. If the ratio is the same this year, it will be at least twenty to one."
A martial arts candidate sitting on the other side of him shook his head and said, "Zhihao, you're already 115. There are few people in the regular class who are higher than you.
The same goes for other schools. If others say you are under a lot of pressure, you can still believe it. Why are you under pressure?"
Although Wu Zhihao is only a student in the ordinary class, his health value of 115 calories is top-notch among all ordinary classes.
If he really wants to pass last year's ratio and get two in the general class, Wu Zhihao hopes very much.
Everyone was chatting, but they didn't pay all their attention to Fang Ping.
Fang Ping was also very happy. Listening to their discussion, he also learned a lot of gossip.
Among the high school seniors in Yangcheng this year, some have more than 110 calories and more than 200.
Of course, Qi and blood are not the only ones, there are always people who cannot pass the later levels.
Once the physical examination is over, major martial arts schools will disclose the lowest blood standard line based on the feedback results. This is not an admissions standard, it is just a standard line for entering the third level of actual testing.
Major colleges and universities also want to save more time for students who do not meet the standards to take cultural exams, otherwise they will waste time later.
In other words, those whose vitality and blood are not up to standard will be eliminated at the end of the second level.
The standard for entry this year is likely to be 110 cards. This is only the standard for the third level. Even so, half of the martial arts students in the class will not be able to enter.
For a moment, even Zhang Hao, who was whistling, lost his voice.
After years of preparing for the exam, not even being able to pass the third level is a severe blow to the students.
Every year, because of this poor mentality, how many martial arts candidates end up doing very poorly in liberal arts, and then go to ordinary universities, going from heaven to hell.
They didn't speak, and Fang Ping didn't interrupt. He thought to himself, it seems that 110 cards are not safe.
There are so many in Yangcheng alone. Who knows whether Wu Zhihao's information is accurate or not. If there were more, he wouldn't be able to enter the third level, how miserable it would be.
It seems that I want to increase my blood value as soon as possible.
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As everyone calmed down, school classes began.
Fang Ping was as usual, sometimes reading cultural classes, sometimes reading professional examination materials, and no one bothered him except Yang Jian in the front row and Zhang Hao next to him from time to time.
Chen Fan, my deskmate, may have been stimulated, so he took the questions more seriously at this time. Except for going to the toilet in the morning, he almost kept immersed in the questions.
After the morning class ended, Fang Ping was planning to go to dinner, but Wu Zhihao informed him to go to Lao Ban's office.
Outside the classroom, there were Wu Zhihao, Yang Jian, plus the unfamiliar Liu Ruoqi and Fang Ping, a total of four people.
Wu Zhihao explained as he walked: "The teacher said that Senior Wang will come to our school tomorrow, and the school will arrange someone to pick him up. The teacher will try his best to fight for us.
Although there is no benefit in picking up people, you can contact them in advance. When there are few people, Senior Brother Wang might be able to say something useful.
You also know that our Yangcheng martial arts examination and the third level actual test are usually jointly organized by several major martial arts schools in Nanjiang and the Department of Education. Maybe Senior Brother Wang also knows some news.
The content of the test every year is sometimes different..."
Wu Zhihao explained for a while, while Fang Ping was confused and said: "Then it's not our turn to pick up people, right?"
There are many classes in No. 1 Middle School, and there are two key classes. There is nothing special about Class 4 of Senior High School.
When Wu Zhihao heard this, he smiled and said: "Have you forgotten, who is our old class? The director of the Academic Affairs Office is a student of our old class, so what does this trivial matter mean?"
When he said this, Fang Ping started to think about it.
The head teacher of my class is considered older in the school, and the director of the academic affairs office is indeed a student of his old class, but he is not a high school student, but a junior high school student.
Liu Anguo used to teach junior high school, but he has been teaching high school for many years.
But precisely because of this, although Liu Anguo has a long teaching experience and can start teaching high school, he really does not have as good a future as those teachers who have taught high school from the beginning.
Even his students have become deans of academic affairs, while Liu Anguo is still an ordinary senior class teacher.
After understanding the meaning, Fang Ping also knew the purpose of Lao Ban letting a few of him go to the office.
However, after looking at the people around him, Fang Ping still felt a little emotional. He didn't know that he was included because Lao Ban knew about yesterday's test.
Or because his family background is not good, Lao Ban takes proper care of himself.
There may be two reasons. Fang Ping just sighed. At least he felt that the head teacher was pretty good.