Monday, school day.

If someone says that at the gate of a key junior high school, there are people who cry wolves and refuse to go to school every day, no one will believe it, but this incident happened in Jiang Ming No. 1 Middle School, but it is a very common thing.

"Mom, I'll definitely be beaten to death by Wu Yuan when I go in!" He Minghong almost pulled his mother's skirt off, clutching the car door and refusing to let go, looking miserable like his dead parents.

The people around him cast their eyes, but there was no disdain, no ridicule, but a trace of sympathy......

The other middle schools are okay, No. 1 Middle School is the base camp of the Demon King of the Mixed World, if it weren't for the fact that Wu Yuan never troubles ordinary students, I'm afraid the reputation of No. 1 Middle School will really stink.

On the contrary, because of the existence of Wu Yuan, those rich second generations and martial second generations are extremely low-key in the school, and even some people have begun to do good deeds, and they just hope that the Demon King of the Mixed World will not trouble them again.

However, those are the feelings of the onlookers.

As He Minghong's mother, she now wants to slap He Minghong to death: "You are also the second generation of martial arts, why were you bullied like this by a civilian child?"

What a shame!

He Minghong was really sad and scared, with a handful of snot and tears: "Mom, if you want to give me a younger brother, I will definitely not stop it, but tiger poison does not eat children, and you can't push me to death!"

Cousin is so good, a seventeen-year-old quasi-martial artist, do you know that the day before his assessment, he was abused by Wu Yuan with one hand!"

He Minghong is crying, his voice is not small, and it is more eye-catching, many people hear this.

There was an uproar! I haven't eaten this melon!

"Doesn't that mean that the little demon king also has the strength of a quasi-martial artist?" someone said.

"There must be!" He Minghong wiped a handful of tears and looked at his mother with resolute eyes, "If you want to send me in today, you are not my own mother!"

Toothache!

Why did you give birth to such a bastard thing?

I can't control the discussion of the people next to me, whether Wu Yuan is a quasi-martial artist or not, there is no news on the side of the Martial Arts Association, if it is, the 15-year-old quasi-martial artist will definitely make the city full of storms.

He Minghong's mother had a headache: "Let me tell you, Jiang Mingcheng will form a martial arts class from the next session, with your foundation, as long as you join the martial arts class, Wu Yuan will not be your opponent in less than a year." ”

"Really?" He Minghong didn't believe it.

Damn! I can't have this son!

"I'm your mother!" said angrily.

He Minghong shrank his head: "I'm just asking for insurance." ”

"Hmph!" He Minghong's mother closed the car door and was about to leave.

He Minghong hurriedly opened the window of the car and asked, "Then what if Wu Yuan wants to beat me now?"

What should I do if I don't want to deal with it? After hesitating for a moment, He Minghong's mother still said: "Just tell him that your father is a second-grade martial artist." ”

"My dad is a second-rank martial artist...... My dad is a second-rank martial artist......"

Everyone looked at it and shook their heads, a good second generation of martial arts, the magic barrier.

"Hey, He Minghong......" At this time, someone slapped He Minghong from behind.

"Ahh

Wu Yuan was a little speechless, you can know that it's me if you don't open your eyes?

After thinking for a while, Wu Yuan said with some meaning: "We are no longer thirteen or fourteen-year-old children, He Minghong, we have to solve our own affairs." ”

He Minghong was about to cry: "Then can you not catch me and beat me alone?"

Wu Yuan thought for a while: "Okay, when I get to high school, I'll beat your brother." ”

He Minghong was directly moved and cried: "Thank you! Thank you!"

"It's okay, you're welcome!" Wu Yuan waved his hand, "I just want to tell you, don't want Qi and Blood Pill in the future, you want a Qi and Blood Pill." ”

He Minghong: ......

"Brother, my dad is really a second-grade martial artist......"

After a pause, Wu Yuan patted He Minghong's shoulder and whispered, "Actually, I already have a taste." ”

He Minghong believed it, really believed it, otherwise why would Wu Yuan want a quality of Qi and Blood Pill?

What should I do?

Even if he can enter the martial arts class, can he become a first-grade martial artist within three years? At that time, how many grades of martial arts will he have?

He Minghong cried, Erpin's father was not insured at all!

Seeing He Minghong leave a little dejected, Wu Yuan pouted, fool, believe whatever you say.

In the morning, four classes passed in a flash.

When school was about to end, the head teacher suddenly came.

"Announcing a piece of news, starting from the next session, the high school will soon set up a martial arts class, with the goal of cultivating martial arts candidates. The number of enrollment places in the martial arts class is limited, and only 30 people are accepted in the city, so if you want to apply for the exam, you need to register this week. ”

Speaking of this, the head teacher paused: "In this society, if you want to really get ahead, the only way to become a martial artist is to become a teacher, and the teacher is not talented enough, I hope that among you, you can appear in the future." ”

Finally, I took a look at Wu Yuan.

The whole class suddenly became lively, and no one cared if school was out or not!

"I want to practice martial arts!" At the front table of Wu Yuan, a little boy's face turned red, "My dad said that after becoming a martial artist, you need money and status." ”

"I also want to practice martial arts! Lin Xue will be with Sun Yang's father because he is a martial artist, if I become a martial artist, Lin Xue will definitely be with me!"

Wu Yuan glanced at the person who spoke, brother, why are you drunk before you drink?

Lin Xue is the deputy squad leader, it's normal to like the squad leader, how did they get together? Moreover, even if you don't like the squad leader, you can't like you, you look so stumbling.

Anyway, for whatever reason, there are a lot of people in the class who want to sign up for the martial arts class. As for Wu Yuan, his ideas are not so strong, he has teachers and system help, but Wu Yuan is mainly short of resources.

"Ahem, the fee for this registration needs to be paid 30,000 yuan, and it will not be refunded whether you enter it or not. At this time, the head teacher coughed and said.

The teacher who had been noisy just now was suddenly quiet, and everyone seemed to be choked by the neck.

"Forget it, 30,000 yuan, my dad will beat me to death if I don't pass the exam. Someone said curtly.

"Teacher, why do you need so many registration fees?" Wu Yuan suddenly asked.

Seeing him ask, the head teacher immediately smiled and said, "This 30,000 yuan is actually to pay some inspection fees, specifically for the inspection of martial artists." ”

"Then what's the benefit of entering the martial arts class?"

The smile on the head teacher's face was even worse: "The martial arts class has martial arts resources allocated by the state, and each student can get a certain amount of free money, that is, they can get resources without spending money." ”

Wu Yuan's face suddenly moved, resources that don't cost money!

"Isn't this specially prepared for a poor disciple like me?" Wu Yuan muttered a little.

Several people nearby are all disdainful, are you still a poor disciple? Even those martial second generations and rich second generations are not as rich as you, they were all robbed by you!