Chapter 129 The Psychic Power Selection Contest begins!
The annual telepathy selection competition is one of the most important days of the Huaya Federation.
The five large terrestrial urban areas of the Federation will conduct a unified telepathy selection competition based on the capital time above.
The winning students in each area will enter the corresponding branch of Heritage College according to their domain registration.
For example, if you come from the southeast region, you can enter the southeast branch.
Winners from the Mid-Continent region will enter Mid-Continent College.
According to the regulations of the Federal Ministry of Education Document No. 1, every qualified contestant will have two chances.
Once in the senior year of high school and once in the second year.
Starting at 7:30 in the morning, Nanhe City TV station, various newspapers, and online media platforms have been busy.
Many parents of fresh graduates also asked for leave from their respective companies, or went to the school gym, or stayed in front of the TV and computer, waiting for the live broadcast to begin.
As early as more than ten years ago, the telepathy selection competition has entered the era of live broadcast for all.
On the one hand, it is for continuous publicity and promotion of basic telekinesis knowledge.
On the other hand, it is also to bring economic benefits to various high schools.
Whether it is ticket revenue from live viewing, TV broadcast fees or revenue from embedded advertising, it will be shared with each high school based on the viewing ratio.
In previous years, the telekinesis selection competitions in various cities were concentrated on one day, and each high school sent training teams to compete in the same gym.
Although there are many participants, the assessment content is simple, like an assembly line, and can be completed on the same day.
But starting from this year, the format will be different.
The telepathy selection competition will be divided into two parts, the first part is the campus competition.
Each school first conducts internal elimination rounds to select the best elites.
They will gather together the next day for a city-wide competition.
Television, newspapers, online media and other platforms also sent more reporters and led recording teams to more than 20 high schools across the city.
"Lao Liu, which high school are you assigned to?"
"City No. 5 Middle School. What about you?"
"Xinhua Middle School, hey, Xinhua Middle School is mediocre this year. No one has a telekinesis value above 50."
"Needless to say, the biggest winner this year is definitely Nanhe No. 2 Middle School."
"Yes, I really envy the reporters sent by our newspaper to Nanhe No. 2 Middle School."
"According to internal information, several people in Nanhe City No. 2 Middle School have already exceeded 50 in telekinesis. Last year, Fang Weitong's record was broken. The internal competition is very fierce, which is really exciting."
Journalists from different platforms have common circles and chat groups.
At this moment, an explosive news suddenly appeared in the group.
"I just received news that Nanhe City No. 2 Middle School is out of its mind and refuses to admit any reporter."
"What? No way? What the hell, did you win last year with Fang Weitong and then lose this year?"
"It's true. I'm at the gate of Nanhe No. 2 Middle School. There are many detectives surrounding the gate. Parents can enter, but reporters are not allowed in. The leader is one-eyed detective Wang Chengliang. It is said that this is an order jointly issued by the city hall and the Bureau of Investigation.
This year’s internal selection of Nanhe No. 2 Middle School is not allowed to be reported in any reports.”
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At the gate of Nanhe No. 2 Middle School, Wang Chengliang pointed casually.
Immediately, two detectives swooped on the reporter who tried to sneak into the school pretending to be a parent.
The man shouted: "I'm not a reporter, I'm a parent!"
A detective was about to check personnel information when Wang Chengliang said calmly: "Gu Cheng, a reporter from Binhai Post, has seven years of service. Am I right?"
The man stopped shouting immediately and looked depressed.
The detectives all looked at their boss with admiration. Although his boss had a broken eye, his eyesight was amazing. As long as he was here, reporters from Nanhe City would not be able to sneak into the campus.
Not far away, the windows of an inconspicuous gray car were rolled down.
Wang Chengliang calmly walked to the car window and glanced at the low-key middle-aged man in the passenger seat: "What are the orders from the director?"
Director Ren: "Let those reporters go. These 'uncrowned kings' always hold grudges, so don't offend them too much."
"Yes, Director." Wang Chengliang hesitated for a moment and asked: "Director, there is a gathering of talents in the city's No. 2 Middle School, and that one is among them. Shouldn't it be a focus of publicity? Why isn't it live broadcast to the public?"
The director shook his head slightly: "The family scandal should not be made public. Even if it cannot be covered up, the impact should be minimized as much as possible."
There was a slight cough from the back seat of the car.
Wang Chengliang was shocked. It was no longer just the big guys in Nanhe City who could allow the director to sit in the co-pilot and sit in the back seat.
The director said: "You will have to go to the fitness center later to maintain order on site, and you will know then."
The car windows were closed, and the deep and vague whispers of the director and the big shots in the back row could be heard in the car.
"Senior brother... the student performance of the city's No. 2 Middle School has been missing this year... the supply of spiritual thoughts sent from the city above to Nanhe City is estimated to be only one-third of last year."
"There is nothing I can do... I only blame Fang Weitong for ruining Nanhe City in the next few years."
"More than a few years... lack of spiritual nourishment... I'm afraid it will be difficult for Nanhe City to have real elites with spiritual power in the past ten years. Alas..."
Wang Chengliang walked back to the detectives suspiciously.
Spiritual thought seems to be what is commonly known as the telepathic substance in ground cities.
Regarding the spiritual control of the city on the ground by the city above and the limited supply every year, it is the top secret of the authorities, and he has only heard a little about it.
For him, the city above is far away, and he is more in awe than longing.
At this time, a young man wearing sunglasses and a floral shirt passed him and walked towards the campus.
Wang Chengliang turned his head: "Stop? What are you doing??"
The man stopped, raised his orchid fingers, took off his sunglasses, and said with a pinched voice: "My eldest nephew is going to participate in the trials today. I'm going to watch him compete."
Wang Chengliang listed the faces of all the working reporters in Nanhe City in his mind, and none of them looked like the sissy in front of him.
A trace of uneasiness flashed through his heart, but at this moment he was distracted and waved his hand: "Go in."
The young man staggered into the No. 2 Middle School, his back to Wang Chengliang, and he let out a long sigh.
If Tang Xiaobai and Duolan were here, they would definitely recognize that the man in the floral shirt was the reporter who followed Tang Xiaobai at the Spiritual Pet Impression Cafe that day.
The reason why Wang Chengliang didn't recognize him was because this reporter was not a native of Nanhe City, but Lin Huahua, a new front-line reporter from the federal capital's "Approaching Psychokinesis" program group.
Lin Huahua followed the crowd of parents. It was not until he was about to enter the fitness center that he took out his special mobile phone.
"Hey, Director Qin, it's me, Xiao Lin. I have successfully sneaked into Nanhe City No. 2 Middle School. The situation in Nanhe City No. 2 Middle School is very wrong. It is probably the only school among the tens of thousands of high schools in the federation that does not have live broadcasts."
"My information is definitely correct. Ming Xiaoyu from Nanhe City No. 2 Middle School is the legendary Ming Xiaoyu."
"I seriously suspect that Tang Nianyi and Ming Xiaoyu must have some ulterior secret when they appear together in Nanhe City."
"My report is very selling point! The ratings of Tang Nianyi's show dropped sharply last time because it was two years later, but Ming Xiaoyu is different. His sister is..."
"By the way, maybe Tang Nianyi and Ming Xiaoyu hid in the underground city and eloped. Although Tang Nianyi has left, Ming Xiaoyu is still there. This underground city must not be simple. No, no, definitely
There are other selling points! Hey, director, don't hang up the phone. It's not easy for me to get this information. I... I'm stupid."
Lin Huahua cursed and put away her phone, her expression a little confused.
The news that Tang Nianyi returned to the capital above and accepted the invitation from Capital Academy has spread.
But before that, Lin Huahua had already applied for the assignment to go to Nanhe City for an interview. For this, she was ridiculed in public by the producer. Among the frontline reporters of the entire program team, he was the only one who chose to go to the underground city.
As soon as he set foot in Nanhe City and was about to find the "follower", he heard the news that Tang Nianyi had returned to the capital. He was so angry that he almost fainted at the subway station.
Now there is no need to find the follower named Zhou Yue.
Lin Huahua originally planned to rest in Nanhe City for one night and then go back to accept the ridicule of the entire program team.
But at this moment, he unexpectedly discovered Ming Xiaoyu, and hope rekindled in his originally depressed heart.
Instead of going back and being ridiculed, it's better to take a gamble!
In front of the physical fitness center of Nanhe No. 2 Middle School, Lin Huahua clenched her fists.
"Believe in yourself!"
“Trust your gut!”
"I must dig out big news! I want to make the headlines!"
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Eight twenty-four.
More than a hundred players from the training team of Nanhe No. 2 Middle School came to the lounge on one side of the gym.
The detectives who set up a cordon outside the school gate did not distract them.
Because all the troubles caused by the rumors about Senior Fang no longer exist at this time.
In the stands outside the lounge, the noises made by the teachers, students and parents of the school were like shots of stimulants, making them more focused.
Not to mention Lu Shu, Zhang Zerui and other powerful players who are almost guaranteed to qualify, even Qin Xiaoyang, Liu Chao and other ordinary players with telepathy values around 20, who were destined to study with the prince in the past, are calm and collected at the moment.
More than a month of hard training has completely distinguished their temperament and mentality from their peers.
Xia Tian was sitting in the corner of the lounge, with his head lowered and staring at the ground.
Zhao Yaran rarely wore her school uniform today, tied up her hair in a neat ponytail, and did not hide the bruises on her cheeks.
From time to time, she glanced at Xia Tiantian sitting in the corner, and her heart was filled with shock.
She sensed a completely different kind of thought from Xia Tiantian, as if he stood out from the crowd, and as if an extraordinary species suddenly appeared among a group of ordinary native species.
There is another person who feels the same way about Zhao Yaran, and that is Zhou Yue.
Zhao Yaran glanced at Zhou Yue quietly, her heart beating faster.
She already knew that Zhou Yue was a cultivator. Could it be that Xia Tiantian was also a cultivator?
Zhou Yue was sitting in the other corner of the lounge, which happened to be diagonal to Xia Tian.
Footsteps sounded.
The boy who was over 1.9 meters tall walked into the lounge and came to Zhou Yue's side with his hands in his trouser pockets.
A series of curious eyes were directed at the mysterious transfer student Ming Xiaoyu who had not been seen for more than a month.
Xia Tian finally raised his head, glanced at Ming Xiaoyu, and then looked at Zhou Yue on the diagonal, with a cautious look in his eyes.
Zhou Yue asked: "Why haven't you left yet?"
Ming Xiaoyu smiled bitterly: "I want to leave, but your fat old brother won't let me go."
Zhou Yuedao thought thoughtfully: "It seems that my fat brother Shi is worried that there will be a traitor among us."
Ming Xiaoyu curled his lips: "Oh, how can there be a traitor as brave and powerful as me? It seems that we are destined to compete for the only spot."
Zhou Yue raised his head: "The only quota?"
Ming Xiaoyu looked at Zhou Yue strangely: "Didn't your Fat Brother Shi tell you? The academy has only one quota for the main competition this year for Nanhe No. 2 Middle School."
The members of the training team who were eavesdropping on the conversation between the two were all stunned.
Zhou Yue was also stunned for a moment, and then he looked thoughtful.
The lounge became quiet.
After a moment, Lu Shu smiled and said: "Ming Xiaoyu, are you kidding me?"
Zhang Zerui shook his head slightly: "With your strength, there is no need to use this method to disturb people's hearts, right?"
Ming Xiaoyu glanced at the two of them with some pity: "You are actually quite strong this year. Counting me, the number of people above 50 is almost as high as that of a no-name high school on the outskirts of the capital. Unfortunately, you have become the rule.
Poor victims. What a pity.”
The more than 100 team members who were originally calm and ready to go finally became unable to hold their nerve any longer.
Some people shook their heads in disbelief, others glared at Ming Xiaoyu, and even scolded Ming Xiaoyu.
Another burst of footsteps came.
Teacher Liu Hui walked in and said, "The time is almost up, everyone, get ready to play."
Jiang Weiwei stood up: "Teacher Liu, I heard that because of Fang Weitong, we will be punished and our quota will be reduced. Is this true?"
As she said that, she paused for a moment and glanced at Ming Xiaoyu: "Some people even said that the Heritage Academy only left one place for our school. Although we all know that this is impossible, Teacher Liu, please
Let’s give everyone a reassurance.”
Liu Hui's movements froze, and bitterness flashed in her eyes.
If you look carefully, you can see that she has heavy bags under her eyes and dark circles, and it looks like she hasn't slept for several nights.
Liu Hui turned around, turned her back to the students, and said softly for a long time: "Don't worry...students, you will have another chance next year."