This was not the first time Fang Ping had heard the name Wang Jinyang.
On the first day after waking up, Yang Jian was talking.
After that, Chen Fan started talking, Wu Zhihao started talking, and the head teacher also started talking.
In short, within a few days, even though Fang Ping did not know Wang Jinyang, his words were heard like thunder. It was no lie.
A student in an ordinary class who was admitted to Wuhan University with not very good grades was indeed considered a celebrity in the small Yangcheng city.
Wang Jinyang's reputation even overshadowed the other students who were admitted to the Wuhan University last year.
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After coming out of the office, Fang Ping was still thinking about what the head teacher said.
Laoban did take care of him extra once.
According to Liu Anguo, the others are fine. Everyone has been preparing for the martial arts exam for a long time and knows everything they need to know.
Fang Ping was different. He applied for the exam too abruptly.
If Liu Anguo had no hope for him yesterday, and today he knew about last night's test, Liu Anguo felt that he might not be able to create miracles like Wang Jinyang.
Coincidentally, Fang Ping and Wang Jinyang have many similarities.
Wang Jinyang is usually not top-notch in his class and his family background is average. Wang Jinyang's application for martial arts was not as sudden as Fang Ping's, but on the eve of the college entrance examination, no one thought he could pass the exam.
Liu Anguo felt that if Fang Ping went there, he might have something in common with him, and he might gain something.
So this time, Fang Ping was also on the list.
In the corridor outside the office, Wu Zhihao said with joy on his face and a smile: "I didn't expect my old class to be so awesome. This time, only our class is responsible for picking up people."
Yes, this time only four people from the senior class (4) were responsible for picking up the students. Of course, the school also arranged a car and driver.
It’s not that the teachers at the school are arrogant. In fact, Wang Jinyang entered Wuhan University and his achievements after graduation will definitely be higher than theirs. Many teachers are eager to get close to him.
However, when Wang Jinyang communicated with the school before, he said that it wouldn't be too much trouble and he could just come to the school directly.
Later, I couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the school, so I simply said that I could just bring in a few junior students, and there was no need to bother the teachers.
Although this may be a polite comment, in the end the school decided to only arrange for students to go to avoid embarrassment.
Liu Anguo was also cruel this time. Wu Zhihao in his class had great hopes of passing the martial arts exam, so originally Liu Anguo just wanted Wu Zhihao to get in touch with him.
Later, when I learned about Fang Ping, I thought about helping Fang Ping fight for it.
Then I thought about the fact that these two people had gone, and Yang Jian and Liu Ruoqi in the class seemed to be doing well, so they might as well go together.
Ever since, Lao Liu blocked the door of the dean's office early in the morning and would not leave unless he agreed!
Now that the principal is not in the school, the dean is responsible for many things. Being blocked by his own teacher, the dean had no choice but to accept with a wry smile.
Anyway, it's just picking up people, it's just an errand job, and some students in the key classes are not willing to go.
In the end, the pick-up fell on a few people from class (4).
Wu Zhihao said, and then said to Fang Ping and others: "There is no need to attend classes tomorrow morning. Let's meet at the school gate before 9 o'clock and take the school car to the station together.
We also accompanied Senior Brother Wang during lunch.
We will come to school with Senior Brother Wang in the afternoon, and the task will be completed."
Yang Jian and Liu Ruoqi both nodded, while Fang Ping asked curiously: "What level of martial arts is Senior Brother Wang in?"
This made Wu Zhihao ask, and he said helplessly after a long while: "I don't know, Wuhan University is relatively more mysterious than other liberal arts universities, and many things are not disclosed at all.
We don't know what level of martial artist Senior Brother Wang is.
But Senior Brother Wang is only a freshman, and Nanjiang Wuhan University is pretty good in Nanjiang, but only average among Wuhan universities in the country.
As for the specific grades, I guess it should be around one or two."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Ruoqi, who had been silent until now, suddenly said: "First or second grade? Do you really think that students at Wuhan University are all warriors?"
She just said this and left directly.
After she left, Fang Ping said thoughtfully: "According to her, students at Wuhan University are not necessarily all warriors?"
Wu Zhihao smiled bitterly and said: "It seems so. I don't know the details. I seem to have heard that there are students from Wuhan University who have not yet become warriors after graduation.
But this kind of thing is a bit far away from us, and we don’t know what the situation is.”
Fang Ping nodded slightly. It turns out that if you are admitted to Wuhan University, you may not become a warrior. No wonder the status of warriors is becoming more and more respected.
As for whether Wang Jinyang is a warrior or not, it is difficult to judge now.
But no matter what, this is the first person Fang Ping is about to meet who is truly related to warriors.
I have always listened to the legends of warriors, and few people in No. 1 Middle School have ever come into contact with real warriors.
For a moment, Fang Ping was somewhat looking forward to it.
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After finishing lunch and copying Wu Zhihao's notes, Fang Ping once again ran out of 50 yuan on hand.
I had no money, so I was too embarrassed to invite Wu Zhihao to dinner.
Of course, Wu Zhihao didn't care too much about this, but Fang Ping did remember this favor.
It had only been a few days since he was reborn, but he already owed a lot of debts of gratitude, including those to his head teacher and Wu Zhihao.
Sometimes, debts of gratitude are much harder to repay than money.
Putting these things down, Fang Ping continued to read and review by himself in the afternoon.
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night.
When Fang Ping came back, his sister and mother were both at home, but his father Fang Mingrong hadn't come back yet.
As usual, Fang Ping is not used to pinching Fang Yuan's face when he comes home.
As a result, the brother and sister started to fight again. Li Yuying, who was preparing dinner at the side, couldn't laugh or cry. The two children never had a quiet time together.
The brother and sister were tired from fighting, and Fang Mingrong also arrived home.
As soon as he entered the door, Fang Mingrong said: "Have you withdrawn the money?"
Li Yuying nodded, and Fang Mingrong turned to look at Fang Ping and said, "Let your mother get you 20,000 yuan later. Remember to thank your classmate and his parents properly.
I won’t come to the door this time, and I will definitely treat them to dinner after the college entrance examination is over."
Fang Mingrong went to the factory today and asked the workshop director.
Xueqi pills do cost 30,000 yuan each, and the drug store doesn’t bargain.
When Fang Mingrong asked if he could buy it for 20,000 yuan, he almost died from the director's spit.
You can buy it, it's not a secret, but what kind of onion is his reputation?
Even this director wanted to buy medicine for his son's college entrance examination at a cheap price last year, but he couldn't find a channel, let alone Fang Mingrong.
At this time, Fang Mingrong had no intention of owing any favors.
At present, life at home is not easy. Even if Fang Ping does pass the martial arts examination, he will have to spend money in the future. If he fails to pass the examination, he will have to save money.
Ten thousand yuan is not a small amount. If you can save it, save it. If you owe me a favor, just owe it to me.
As soon as his father agreed, Fang Ping felt much more relaxed.
With money, many things become easier to do.
He is very busy these days. Even if he wants to make some money, he doesn't have the time.
In order to ensure that I can be admitted to the martial arts school, I have no choice but to get some money from my parents first.
After the family finished dinner, Li Yuying went into the room to get money from Fang Ping.
When the 20,000 yuan was handed over to Fang Ping, Fang Ping's eyes flashed slightly, and the data appeared again.
Wealth: 20,000
Qi and blood:1.1
Spirit:1
Fang Ping breathed out. It seemed that his guess was correct. Money given to him by his parents can be turned into wealth.
In addition, Fang Ping couldn't help but laugh at himself, he seemed to be better than the banknote detector.
If there is missing money or fake money, you will know it at a glance without having to count it.
If it was not only useful for my own money, I would not be able to pass the martial arts exam or become a martial artist, but I would work as a bank teller, and I would probably be able to win a national championship.
Putting these messy thoughts aside, Fang Ping greeted his parents and locked himself in a small room.
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in the room.
Staring at the panel, Fang Ping hesitated slightly. Is it better to increase qi and blood or improve spirit?
Now he already knows the function of Qi and blood.
What is the effect of improving mental strength?
Or, as I guessed, can it improve my memory and understanding?
Although he was not too sure, Fang Ping quickly made up his mind and tried to improve it.
Anyway, there are 20,000 wealth points. If improving the spirit has no effect, the remaining 10,000 wealth points can also be used to increase the energy and blood.
The health value doesn't need to be too high. The most powerful one in No. 1 currently only has 120 calories. If Fang Ping really reaches more than 130 calories, it may not be a good thing.
After confirming his mind, Fang Ping followed his last experience and said softly: "Be more alert, or I'll beat you to death!"
"..."
The data didn't move, and Fang Ping felt a little embarrassed for a while.
Does this thing work? Didn't it work like this last time?
After several repeated trials, Fang Ping finally figured out that it had nothing to do with his unreliable spell. As long as he concentrated on it and thought about it, the data would change.
After wasting a lot of time, Fang Ping improved his mental strength.
Soon, the data in front of me changed.
Wealth:10000
Qi and blood:1.1
Spirit:1.1
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The moment his mental power increased, Fang Ping suddenly felt a chill in his brain.
It was as if the girl's soft little hands were caressing his head, which felt particularly comfortable.
"call……"
After a long time, Fang Ping woke up and exhaled. He felt refreshed and the fatigue of the day was gone.
Not in a hurry to increase his energy and blood, Fang Ping hurriedly picked up the textbook and started reading.
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More than ten minutes later, Fang Ping closed the textbook, recalled what he had just read, and then frowned slightly.
I don’t have the photographic memory I imagined, but there are some effects. My memory does seem to be a little stronger than before, but the effect is not too obvious.
Fang Ping didn't know if he was comforting himself or if this was the truth.
However, he guessed that it might be related to the lack of mental improvement.
Just like the improvement of Qi and blood, although his Qi and blood have reached 110 calories, Fang Ping has not become a superman. Even if he challenges Yang Jian now, there is a 100% chance that he will be beaten to the point where he can't find a way to defeat him.
Qi, blood and spirit are just a transformation of the body. They still need to be used and exercised by themselves.
After roughly figuring out these reasons, Fang Ping was not in a hurry.
As long as it is useful, then we will think of ways to improve these two data. The improvement of 0.1 is not obvious, so what about doubling it?
Thinking that he had to pick someone up tomorrow, Fang Ping didn't stay up late anymore. He went out to wash up and soon fell asleep.