The students came in groups of three or two, and those who came alone were mostly freshmen from the first district.
In other dormitories, groups of four are usually in the fourth area, and groups of three are mostly in the third area.
Fang Ping walked around and took a look. After a while, he remembered an extremely important question and said, "How do girls arrange it?"
There are only four freshmen dormitories in total. Where do the girls live?
Fu Changding asked strangely: "Didn't you see it?"
"What?"
"There are girls in District 1!"
Fu Changding said in surprise: "What's your look? Or do you think these girls look too much like men?"
“In the second, third, and fourth districts, girls live together. In the first district, all girls live in single rooms, and girls live alone.
There are no separate accommodation areas for men and women here at Wuhan University. On the one hand, there are few people, and on the other hand, the martial artists are informal.
Sometimes when we go on missions, men and women mix together. It is more convenient for people of the same level to discuss the missions and exchange their cultivation experiences."
Fang Ping was surprised and said: "Is this so? I really didn't pay attention!"
"If some girls in District 1 find out about this, they will probably fight against you."
Fu Changding was speechless. When he just came downstairs, he saw a girl, but Fang Ping didn't even know about it.
Although the ones I saw were indeed average, they were obviously busty, and Fang Ping had such a bad look.
Fang Ping was a little embarrassed, he really didn't notice it just now.
The main reason was that there were too few girls in the first area, and he didn't pay attention when he went downstairs from the second floor very quickly. When he saw the girl downstairs, he didn't expect that she also lived in the first area.
Mowu is really informal and mixes men and women!
Is it reliable for a young man at this age, with raging hormones, to live in a mixed-race house?
Just as Fang Ping was thinking about it, Fu Changding seemed to understand what he meant, and said with a smile: "It can be considered a test."
"What?"
"It's a test of concentration. A warrior must be able to endure loneliness. It's not like you haven't practiced it yourself, so you should be able to understand.
Our time is very tight, including pile skills, tactics, and cultural classes.
The cultural courses in Mowu are the same as those in ordinary universities. Not only do they have them, but there are more, and there are also many professional knowledge courses in martial arts.
You can imagine how busy we are and how pressed for time.
Do you still want to talk about love at this time?
If you really spend too much time on this, you will be destined to lag behind others in the next few years.
Do you really think having a girlfriend will give you motivation?
It takes up a lot of your time, and others are no weaker than you. When you are resting, others are working hard. As time goes by, you will naturally become the last one."
Fang Ping said with a smile: "Even if the school is a test, it should arrange some good-looking girls, right?
In this situation, I have no intention at all, okay?"
"I've got you, you're so brave!"
Most of the girls in District 1 are warriors. For girls to become warriors, it can be imagined that they have to pay more than boys.
These girls are not weak Xiaojiabiyu. If Fang Ping dares to tease like this in front of them, he will not be surprised if he meets a powerful one and gets beaten up with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
Fu Changding thought for a while and then agreed: "That's right, no wonder the school doesn't worry about us being addicted to women.
But it’s strange, I remember I know a lot of female geniuses, all of them are pretty, so why haven’t I met any of them this time?”
Female warriors all have excellent family backgrounds. They eat well, drink well, and take good care of themselves since childhood.
It is not a lie that rich families have many beauties.
Beauty is related to innate conditions and acquired environment.
No matter how good a beauty is, if she doesn’t have enough to eat or wear, her skin will be rough, her skin will be darkened by the sun, and her little bumps will not be taken care of in time. As time goes by, the beauty will turn into an ugly girl.
Rich families are different. Temperament, vision, clothing, food... these will all have an impact.
As long as the foundation is good, it's usually not too ugly, unless the foundation is really bad.
Moreover, wealthy families, in order to improve their genes, marry beautiful women. From generation to generation, their genes will also improve.
Fang Ping did not comment on Fu Changding's words.
This guy looked impatient before, like someone who had seen a beautiful woman?
…
While the two were chatting, the time had already reached 3 o'clock.
On the rostrum, a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face suddenly shouted: "Line up!"
The playground is full of students, with no teachers or old students to guide order.
The man shouted "queue". Everyone was a little confused at first, and then they lined up in twos and threes. The queues were uneven, and some students were still standing outside the queue chatting.
No one reprimanded, and no one came down to guide order.
Three minutes later.
The Chinese-character face shouted again: "The gathering time has come. Those who are late and those who are not in the queue will have 20 credits deducted!"
"Seal the door!"
As soon as the word "close the door" came out, at the gate of the playground, several students wearing practice uniforms quickly closed the iron gate.
And those students who were still outside the queue hurriedly ran to the queue.
At this time, Guo Zilian shouted coldly: "Stand where you are!"
A scolding was followed by a powerful and suffocating pressure of Qi and blood!
Playground No. 1 is so big that thousands of people can only occupy a small space in the middle.
As for the man standing on the rostrum, the one closest to them was more than ten meters away, and those in the back row were hundreds of meters away from him.
Even so, as soon as the opponent's energy and blood burst out, the entire playground seemed to be filled with thick blood energy.
All the students stopped and did not dare to move, as if if they moved at this time, they would be shattered to pieces.
"So strong!"
In the crowd, Fang Ping was secretly shocked, what kind of strength is this?
He has seen third-level warriors. If the energy and blood explode, it can affect the surrounding ten meters, which is considered good.
I have never seen a mid-level person, but according to Fang Ping's analysis, it is extremely powerful if it can affect fifty meters.
The influence mentioned here can only be felt by you when your blood is boiling.
And this kind of oppression, the power of suppressing the blood of thousands of students at once, is simply beyond imagination!
Fang Ping could imagine that such a strong man, facing an army of ordinary people, would make many people lose their fighting power and dare not move at all just from the pressure of their energy and blood.
"Hello, classmates, let me introduce myself. My name is Huang Jing, the dean of the Weapons Academy!"
The Chinese-character face does not use a speaker or a microphone, but what he says seems to be said in everyone's ears.
"The principal is not in the school, and the two vice-principals also have important matters to deal with. I will preside over the freshman ceremony today!"
Fang Ping understood the meaning of these words. Apart from the three principals, Mowu was probably the dean of the Weapons Academy with the highest status, possibly including in terms of strength.
According to Wang Jinyang, Mowu has a total of 4 masters.
Is this dean of the weapons academy one of the four powerful masters?
After all, according to Fang Ping's understanding, the Weapons Academy is the most important academy in Mowu.
"When you enter Mowu, the first thing I want to teach you is to follow the rules!
Meeting at 3 o'clock means 3 o'clock, no room for bargaining!
Those who don’t arrive, those who are late, or those who don’t line up according to the rules will have 20 credits deducted!”
"20 credits...it costs lives!"
In the crowd, someone whispered, obviously knowing something about Mowu's situation.
Huang Jing seemed to have heard this and said calmly: "Maybe some people don't understand how important Mo Wu's credits are.
Let me briefly explain that in Mowu, 3 credits can be exchanged for an ordinary Qi and Blood Pill.
10 credits can be exchanged for a first-grade Qi and Blood Pill.
You can think of 1 credit as 10,000 cash, or you can think of it as 30,000 cash from the outside world, because the magic weapon exchange ratio is almost equivalent to one-third of the market price."
At this time, even Fang Ping couldn't help but be shocked!
Doesn't this mean that 20 credits can be exchanged for two first-grade Qi and Blood Pills, with a market price of up to 600,000!
"Mowu promises that training before the first level will be free!"
On the stage, Huang Jing continued: "But this free fee is not unlimited. New students have 50 credits, which is all the training resources you have before the first level!"
50 credits can be exchanged for 5 first-grade Qi and Blood Pills, with a market price of 1.5 million!
Being able to give students 50 credits for free is definitely not a small amount.
But when he thought about some people who had 20 credits deducted on their first day here, Fang Ping couldn't help but look around sympathetically.
There were quite a few people who didn't join the queue, at least nearly a hundred people.
For those who didn't come, or were late, there were more than a dozen people standing outside the iron gate as if they were mourning for their heirs, as evidenced by this.
These people will immediately lose at the starting line, unless they have rich families and don't care.
…
In the auditorium.
Qin Fengqing curled her lips and said: "The dean is still so chatty, just explain something and let the freshmen commit suicide."
"Shut up!"
Instructor Min Yue scolded, is this guy crazy?
He thought the dean couldn't hear it?
Even if he slanders himself, the President of the Martial Arts Society won't mention him. Now even the dean of the Weapons Academy at the Grand Master level dares to slander him. This is not how he seeks death!
Others have distanced themselves from Qin Fengqing. Is this guy going crazy from the blow?
He is less than 30 meters away from the Grandmaster and dares to speak trivial things about the other person. He should be scolded later, right?
Well, based on their understanding of Dean Huang, it is very possible!
The facts were as expected. On the rostrum, Huang Jing glanced towards Qin Fengqing with a somewhat meaningful look.
Very good, I just think that Mowu has been a bit low-key recently.
That boy from Nanjiang Wuhan University dared to push the north, so let Qin Fengqing give it a try. It's not impossible.
In the audience, Qin Fengqing shuddered, so full of malice, full of malice!
…
Huang Jing did not care about the students who had their credits deducted, and continued to speak loudly: "Mowu has not been established for a long time. It has been 59 years. In these 59 years, Mowu has produced countless students. They shed their lives and blood, and today's Mowu is the result."
Wu, you are what you are now!"
"Entering Mowu is not for you to enjoy life, nor is it for you to be superior to others!"
"In Mowu, first of all, you must realize that only how much you pay will be what you gain!"
"What is a warrior? Not a bully, not a bully, not a political broker..."
"Warriors are the guardians of this city, this country, and this world!"
"We are great, but also very small, and it can also be said to be sad..."
"You don't understand now, and you don't need to understand! One day, you will understand that entering the magic martial arts is not the beginning of the pinnacle of your life, but it may also be the beginning of tragedy!"
"But, since you are not willing to be ordinary and unknown, then be prepared for this!"
"Since you have entered Wuhan University, you must learn to fight and strive to make you stronger and better!"
"Opportunities always come to those who are prepared!"
"..."
Huang Jing's voice echoed throughout the playground.
"Mowu doesn't have too many red tapes, but that doesn't mean there aren't any rules. You must abide by the rules that should be followed!"
"Similarly, Mowu will also give everyone the opportunity to perform. You must learn to show yourself when it's time to perform!"
"The entrance ceremony is not complicated, it's very simple."
"Let's get to know each other. Tutors know students, and students know tutors. In Mowu, the way to get to know each other is also very simple..."
Huang Jing said and said sideways: "On the stage, there are now 12 instructors from the four major colleges!"
"Everyone, get to know the students you are about to bring!"
After Huang Jing finished speaking, a man in his forties with thick eyebrows and big eyes walked out from behind.
As soon as the man walked out, the strong power of Qi and blood floated above his head, and it seemed that he could vaguely see the blood red color.
"Weapons Academy, Freshman Tutor, Tang Feng!"
Immediately afterwards, another person walked out and said calmly: "Arms Academy, freshman instructor, Luo Yichuan!"
"College of Liberal Arts, Freshman Tutor, Chu Xin!"
"..."
The energy of the crowd has not been restrained. The energy of the 12 instructors exploded. The freshmen in the audience were all blushing, and some even showed signs of being unsteady.
The 12 instructors unleashed their energy and blood unscrupulously, oppressing the students.
The new students under the warrior class felt it was difficult to breathe and hurriedly retreated.
The freshmen who had reached the warrior realm, or the freshmen who had tempered their bones for the second time, had solemn expressions on their faces and stood still without moving.
Fu Changding, standing next to Fang Ping, whispered: "The instructors have introduced themselves, it's our turn!
Huang Jing has said before that this is the time for students to get to know their tutors and for tutors to introduce themselves to their students.
As soon as Fu Changding finished speaking, Fang Ping burst out with energy and stepped forward against the pressure!
At this moment, not only Fang Ping, but also many people made the same choice.
"Rebirth of the Demonic Martial Arts, Zhao Lei!"
"The new student of Mowu, Yang Xiaoman!"
"Mowu is reborn, Fang Ping!"
"..."
"Mowu is reborn, Fu Changding!"
"..."
A series of self-reports rang at the door. Not every warrior could speak out despite the pressure of 12 instructors.
As soon as some warriors took a step and opened their mouths, they began to lose their temper, their energy and blood wavered, and they had to take a few steps back to prevent themselves from making a fool of themselves.
In the end, there were less than 20 students who could actually stand in front and declare their family status.
At this moment, everyone felt what the gap was.
…
auditorium.
Qin Fengqing raised her eyebrows slightly and murmured: "Fang Ping... looks a bit familiar!"
…
rostrum.
A middle-aged woman behind Huang Jing chuckled and said: "16 warriors who have completed the tempering of one limb, and two warriors who have profoundly tempered their bones for the second time.
What's even more interesting is... there is actually a quasi-martial artist who has been tempered three times. Whose descendant is he?
Huang Jing said calmly: "There is no distinction between magic and martial arts. No matter whose family he is, if he can temper his bones three times before entering school, that is his own destiny."
"That's different. I have a grudge against that guy from Donghu, and I won't raise his offspring."
The woman chuckled and said softly: "I'll check the information later. Just make sure it's not from the old Donghu guy's family. I'll pay close attention to this little guy tomorrow."
The other instructors didn't say anything. It's useless to say it now. We'll know tomorrow.
Besides, although three times of bone tempering is very good, it doesn't have much effect just by throwing in countless medicinal materials.
Hurry up before entering the middle-level realm. There is no shortage of middle-level warriors in Mowu.
ps: My health is much better now. Thank you for your concern. I will make some adjustments recently and try to update more. I will resume normal updates in a few days.
I just asked for leave yesterday, I didn't want to cheat or cheat, so I didn't thank the brothers one by one for the rewards.
To be honest, there is no need to sell badly. The new book has done very well. If you read it three times a day, you will not have to worry about eating and drinking...