"What did you just say?" Deacon Yan asked in a deep voice.
Du Hong took a step forward and said with a smile: "All members of Class Nine, come to participate in the selection competition."
Du Hongchun's words immediately caused an uproar. Everyone looked at Class 9 as if they were looking at a group of fools who overestimate their abilities.
"Are you going to participate in the trials?" Deacon Yan asked again to confirm.
Since the establishment of Diqing Academy, no class below Class 5 has participated in the previous selections, let alone Class 9 at the bottom of the class.
"That's right." Du Hong smiled and nodded.
The frown between Deacon Yan's brows deepened.
"Nonsense!"
The students around also thought that Class 9 was crazy.
I’ve never seen anyone rush to humiliate themselves.
Suddenly, the martial arts training ground burst into laughter.
"Brothers from Class 9, this is inappropriate for you. You have to be beaten before you leave. Why bother?"
"Stop making trouble and go back and pack your luggage."
Wei Lin stood beside the instructor of Class 8, looking at Class 9 who had become the object of ridicule, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
Today, he will no longer be dragged down by Class Nine.
He was very lucky that he had made preparations to leave Class 9 early, otherwise, he would have been implicated by these idiots again today.
Faced with the ridicule of the crowd, the faces of everyone in Class Nine remained as usual, without any loss of joy or anger.
Du Qingzheng said: "Deacon Yan, since this is the college selection competition, our ninth class has not been expelled from the college, why are we not allowed to participate?"
Deacon Yan really didn't have the patience to mess around with these losers from Class 9. Without even looking at Liu Shaobai, he automatically ignored the idiot instructor and looked directly at the deputy dean.
When the vice-dean saw the students in Class Nine, he just nodded slightly to Deacon Yan.
Deacon Yan received the vice-dean's signal, and then he calmed down a little and said: "That's all, if you want to participate, you can do whatever you want."
This is a challenge without any suspense. Since Team Nine wants to humiliate themselves, why should he stop it?
"Which one from Class 1 do you want to challenge?" Deacon Yan said perfunctorily.
Du Qingzheng relaxed his shoulders and said, "Whatever."
Deacon Yan's mouth twitched slightly as he looked at the two brothers from the Du family, looking so careless.
Mud that cannot hold up the wall.
The students in Class 1 had already planned to leave, but they didn't expect that someone from Class 9 would come to their door to beat them.
They looked at each other and a young man walked out of the crowd in class one.
"Since we are classmates, I don't mind playing with you before you leave." The man walked to the center of the ring, looked down at the people in Class 9 under the thunder platform, and casually pointed at the three people in Class 9.
"Don't say I'm bullying you. If the three of you come together and hit me, I'll lose."
As soon as a class of students said this, laughter suddenly erupted in the martial arts field.
Three against one? Call it a challenge?
However, given the strength of Class Nine, even if three of them were allowed to join, they would still not be able to touch the level of Class One.
"No, three is not enough, Li Xun, you have to let them take four, right? If you lose, it's better to hug each other and cry." The students in class one said in a noisy manner.
These words made the laughter in the martial arts field even louder.
The two Du brothers twitched their lips and looked at Liu Shaobai, "Master, who do you want to go up?"
Liu Shaobai said: "Whatever."
When the students in Class 9 looked at Li Xun's face in Class 1, they felt their fists itching, and they all wanted to go up and take the lead.
