Conference room.

"What's wrong?"

"Dean, teachers. "The students who broke in were a little dusty and had tears on their faces. "A few students came to kick the field, and we were all defeated! Ye Qiqi and Yue Yuan were rushing over. ”

"Oh, how many people from which house?" a teacher quickly asked.

"Three, three! I didn't say where the academy was. ”

"And how strong are they?"

"A middle-aged man, a young man with a paper fan, none of them made a move! It was a peer in white with a long sword on his back, who defeated us one after another. ”

"I see. The dean, who was sitting at the head of the seat, spoke up.

"Dean ------"

"You go out first, let's discuss!"

"Uh, okay. ”

The middle-aged man in a Tang costume took a sip of tea unhurriedly, and everyone waited for him to speak, but they didn't see him mean to speak.

"Dean, shall I go and have a look?" said one of the teachers, standing up.

"What can you do when you go?, applaud them or beat them up?!" the dean's face was unwavering, and his eyes sank like an abyss.

"Then we can't let them bully us, let's just sit here and ignore it. A teacher stood up and said.

"What's the panic, anyway, it's the result of the annihilation of the group, what's the difference between going and not?" The dean was extremely calm, as if he could not be in a hurry after burning his buttocks, and ignored it for the time being. "Let the young people solve the problems of the young people. ”

And this calmness made them feel strange.

Sure enough, the dean took another sip of tea before he said. "This is a few coaches that I paid a lot of money to hire to prepare for next year's martial arts competition! It has always been Cen Cheng's academy, but in the past few years, it has made Cen Cheng people unable to straighten their waists and raise their heads!"

"Dean ------"

Everyone here was silent.

The failure of the martial arts competition has always been a thorn and a scar for them, but now it has provoked this sensitive nerve.

"What? is there a dispute with my approach?" asked the dean, who went to make another cup of hot tea.

"These kids can't stand that kind of stimulation, they haven't recovered yet. A young governess with a nice face spoke.

"I'm just going to irritate them! Whoever can't bear it in their hearts will get out of here!!" the dean's finger slammed into the table. "How many are there from the Martial Arts Club today, I'll let them step on as many as they want!"

"How cruel is the martial arts, thousands of sails compete for the current! If you can't get up and continue walking after being stepped on a few times, then he will bury himself there for me! Ten years of trees, a hundred years of people, what I want is an existence that can shelter from the wind and rain outside, and indoors, even if the flowers grow well and bloom brilliantly, I am not rare! If you want to take the crown, bear its weight first!"

The dean's words rang loudly, and they struck their hearts word by word.

I remember that this mild-mannered middle-aged man who has been doing nothing since he took office comes to the office every day to sign in and play soy sauce is scarce, and everyone has a little argument on weekdays and lets them watch the wall-riding faction run by themselves, and in the end it is still over.

Now, are you slowly spreading your edge?

"Back then, I gave you martial arts socialization, it seems that it has been ten years! To resources to resources. But I still see that it is not as good as it is year after year!" the dean said lightly.

"I'm sorry. The female teacher next to her hung her head, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

"The process doesn't need to, what I value is the result!" said the dean, waving his hand. "Break and stand! When they are broken, they will come over later, give me a good seat!"

Budosha.

The atmosphere suddenly froze and froze.

Indeed, step on one and step on the other!

That insurmountable peak has been deeply imprinted in their hearts ever since.

This was a moment that made them more desperate than the original martial arts group stage.

It's just one person, it's just a trick!

No one can stop you!

No one beats!

Hanxue's eyes were already red, and their faces were sad.

It is impossible to experience this pain and sorrow without experiencing that hopelessness in sight.

Four, all together!

"We're new coaches, and we're here to train you for the regional trials in two months and even next year's regional competition, and the academy should be notified later. Xu Ce was not shocked, slapped the paper fan a few times, and yawned a few times. "Alright, I hope all the members of the school team will be standing here before six o'clock the day after tomorrow! ”

The three of them came without saying a word, and they said they would leave.

Everyone present was still immersed in Xu Ce's sensational words, looking at each other.

In the conference room, only Xu Ce came.

"Hello teachers and deans. Xu Ce greeted politely. "Let's get straight to the point, and skip the cumbersome polite words in front. With all due respect: your academy can indeed be rescued, and it will not be difficult for us to enter the regional competition in next year's martial arts competition, but that's all, stop at the top 32! If these are what you want, then I can rest assured. ”

"Strong-32?" a teacher frowned.

This young man really dared to boast about Haikou, and Cen Cheng's best results in the past few years were only showing his face in the divisional competition, and he couldn't enter the district at all.

Even if Cen Cheng wants to return to its former glory, this step should be taken slowly, step by step. Walking too fast, too fast, and inevitably falling.

And there are not a few stability maintainers here who think the same way as him.

But the dean shook his head dissatisfiedly, and tapped his fingers on the table. "I remember that year when I took over as dean, the school team just broke into the top 16! But then it was not as good as a year, and now you have paid such a big price, even if you help, you still can't get into the top 32?"

"When manpower is poor!" Xu Ce shook the paper fan lightly. "And what's more important is luck! Like last year, if your hands weren't so stinky, you didn't need to sign too well, as long as you weren't in the death group, how could you not get out of the line?"

It's last year again!

Did they all come and uncover their scars?

"It doesn't matter about the process, what I value is the result!" the dean waved his hand. "I hope that this year's martial arts competition can go further and achieve better results! Just like a long drought and a rainstorm, the school team needs a beautiful victory, and the people of Cen Cheng need a victory even more! I let you beat them, but they themselves have to be tough, otherwise they will be scrapped and will be discounted!"

"Of course I understand this, and I have been following your instructions, Mr. Dean. Xu Ce said humbly.

"Mr. Xu, I am naturally relieved. The dean nodded.

"I saw the strength of the school team, with all due respect, it's rubbish!" Xu Ce shook his fan lightly and said lightly. "And I heard that there are people from Cen Cheng who have gone to study in other places, tsk. ”

"Where did you hear that?" exclaimed one teacher.

The outflow of students began to begin, and this is the beginning of the decline of a student.

"That's true, I'm worried, so I'm asking Mr. Xu for help!" said the dean. "In what you see, where do we start?

Xu Ce said bluntly. "I want to recommend someone to the varsity team. ”

"Oh?" the dean was surprised. "Who?"