A stormy knock on the door woke up Wang Ming, who was sleeping.

Due to the consumption of a lot of mental power, Wang Ming fell asleep on the bed, and he slept very deeply.

I opened my eyes and calmed down, and after about two hours of deep sleep, my mental strength was restored.

"It's coming, it's coming, you'll pay for the broken door!" Wang Min turned over and got out of bed.

"Hurry up, big event! What are you doing!" He Xu's roar outside the door rang out, and by the way, I heard Zhang Donghua, who has always been docile, say: "You hurry up! Didn't you read the group news!"

Wang Ming touched his phone and glanced at the screen, good guy, dozens of unchecked messages!

I didn't have time to take a closer look, and I rushed over to open the door, and the two goods outside the door could really unload the door if I was slower!

"What's the matter!" Wang Ming opened the door and saw the two people outside the door with red faces: "Good guy, what's the situation with you!"

"Zhao Yi, hasn't that kid come back yet!" He Xu roared urgently.

"What's the matter!" Wang Ming stepped aside and let the two of them in.

"He's really lost a lot this time!" Zhang Donghua was a little excited.

"What's wrong?" Wang Ming was still a little confused, and looked down at his phone.

A lot of unread information is '@赵大才子'.

Open the QQ group, slide your finger up, until you reach the top, there is a school announcement forwarded: Notice on improving the construction of students' literary literacy.

After a general glance at the content, Wang Ming couldn't help but widen his eyes, and the top of QQ was displayed;

"Is this really true? Our Chinese Academy has not kissed my father, and my mother has not loved it for so long, and the school finally remembered that there is still our club?" Wang Ming felt that his lips were a little dry.

"Did you see what it was written in the notice, the cadres and officers of the school's student union, under the leadership of the Chinese Studies Society, recited the classics of Chinese culture in Yangming Lake!" Zhang Donghua's face was full of excitement.

"Those bunny cubs, last time I asked them to help apply for an event venue, but they were ridiculed, now it's okay, this time let them stand behind our butts!hahahaha!!" He Xu laughed a little crazy, as the vice president, he came forward to help coordinate the problem of the venue last time he went to the student union, but he was ridiculed by the student union, saying that there are a few people's cat and dog clubs, and what venue do you want.

Wang Ming, Zhao Yi, He Xu, and Zhang Donghua are four of the sixteen people who joined the Chinese Studies Society last year.

It stands to reason that the cadres of the club change their boundaries every year, but there are few people in the Chinese Society, and many people have gone through their entire college careers, and the former president is like this.

Who would have thought that when the Chinese Studies Society accepted new people this year, it would accept two people, which was extremely embarrassing.

Now the people in the club are basically old people who have been in the club for at least two years.

And Wang Ming The reason why they joined the Chinese Studies Society was mainly influenced by Zhao Yi, in Zhao Yi, they can really feel what is called the spirit of the book business, at the beginning, they joined the Chinese Studies Society, but also to take care of Zhao Yi, I never thought that after staying in the Chinese Studies Society for a long time, gradually, they were also deeply immersed in it, soaked in the words of the mysterious rhyme, so that they have an indescribable feeling.

"Anyway, this is an opportunity, you, the vice president, hurry up, it's one o'clock in the afternoon, the collective recitation starts at three o'clock, you organize the others, I'll go and pad my stomach first! This Zhao Yi, no one is there at a critical time, and when he comes back, he won't regret dying!" Wang Ming put on a T-shirt.

"Okay, hurry up! Don't ink!" After speaking, He Xu hooked up with Zhang Donghua and walked away, how arrogant the back looked.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, on the square of Yangming Lake, a large group of students gathered, in the middle of the square were the student union cadres in formal clothes, pity this hot day, and put the suit on their bodies, Wang Ming and He Xu, with more than a dozen old antiques from the Chinese Studies Society standing on the other side, they were wearing cyan caftanies, which formed a sharp contrast with the group of people in the student union.

"Those people in the student union, they changed their faces so quickly, they used to be cold to us, but you see that Lin Lu, the president just now, his face is almost squeezed into a flower!" He Xu muttered softly.

"Nonsense, don't look at it, the principal just said that he wants to be the leader! I didn't expect the principal to be the first president of the Chinese Studies Society!" Zhang Donghua said.

"Did you just see it, when Lin Lu heard the principal admit that he was the first president of the Chinese Studies Society, the expression on his face was really wonderful!" Wang Ming was also a little excited.

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After a period of commotion, the formation was finally adjusted, Zhu Detian stood in the first place, followed by more than a dozen members of the Chinese Studies Society in long robes, and then the elite of the student union in suits and sweating profusely.

The crowd was full of onlookers outside the venue, and under the scorching sun, there were so many students who came to watch, which showed how curious they were about this matter.

"Tianxingjian, a gentleman with self-improvement......"

Soon, the recitation began.

After a while, Wang Ming felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere of the scene, and this kind of abnormality did not come from the crowd, but from the entire space!

His senses, strengthened by the power of merit, vaguely sensed that something was flowing in the air!

Some inexplicable things are revealed from everyone who is reciting, among which the principal is the strongest, followed by the group of people from the Chinese Studies Society, and the student union elites behind are weaker.

In Wang Ming's perception, all these things converged on the Chinese pillar located on the west side of the square!

Unconsciously, Wang Ming concentrated his spiritual power on the Chinese pillar and mobilized his spiritual power, which he couldn't do before, after all, he couldn't even perceive such a thing as spiritual power before!

But now there is that strange sigil that extracts a little spiritual power from time to time, so that he can very clearly perceive this magical power in his mind, and can use the sigil to make some simple mobilization of spiritual power, such as now, concentrate on mental power to observe the Chinese pillar.

After entering the Chinese Pillar, the flowing thing did not stop there, but went down the pillar, all the way into the ground, and then spread down the ground to the bottom of Yangming Lake!

Then, Wang Ming couldn't perceive anything, and there seemed to be something at the bottom of the lake, cutting off his senses!

Yangming Lake, it's not easy!

Wang Ming couldn't help but think of the legend about the non-existent Building No. 7 that circulated in the school, and the judge specially mentioned to himself before, that the mother and son died unexpectedly!

It seems that the judge's so-called death and his own understanding of death are two different things......