Huaxia, Southwest District, Nanjing Safety City, Nanjing Dojo Branch.

Early morning.

Bang!

A handsome young man in his early 1.8 meters with black hair slapped his hands on the table angrily.

Even if his heart is like Xiang Chen, he is a little out of control at this time.

"Lord Luo, what do you mean by this?" Xiang Chen asked angrily, "I'm just a part-time worker, do I have to be fired as a part-time worker?!" ”

Sitting opposite Xiang Chen was a middle-aged man in a sleeveless shirt, his two muscular arms were exposed, and the wide office chair seemed to be unable to bear his weight, constantly making a creaking sound.

As the branch owner of the Nanjing Dojo and the Southwest Branch, and also a genuine six-star martial artist, Luo Xi is a well-known figure in the southwest district of Nanjing Safety City.

He glanced at the wooden table that had been slapped by Xiang Chen, and felt a little distressed. Xiang Chen also realized his gaffe, but at this time he couldn't care about it.

In the face of Xiang Chen's rudeness, Luo regret was not angry, the two were old acquaintances, and naturally knew the significance of this part-time job to the young man in front of him.

"Xiao Xiangchen, it's not that my Lao Luo won't help you this time, this is what the dojo headquarters means." Luo regretted helplessly, "The headquarters wants to wrestle with the Huaxia Third Avenue, although the gap is still huge, but the leadership means to start from the grassroots level, and the first step is to raise the minimum requirements for all employees." ”

"Non-quasi-martial artists are not allowed to be employed in the Nanjing Dojo, this is a clear rule, I can't get into any loopholes!"

Xiang Chen glared at Luo Xi for a while, and then returned to his chair in a dejected manner.

The house leak happened to rain overnight!

Xiang Chen smiled bitterly, not only was it a part-time job, it meant that he would not be able to stay in the Nanjing Dojo after graduation.

Why do I have to work part-time in addition to cultivation, an important purpose is to hope that I can turn into a regular in the future and stay in the Nanjing Dojo!

"I can't hire you anymore, but you can still come and work out at any time. With my Lao Luo here, Xiao Xiangchen, you don't have to spend a penny in this southwest branch dojo. Luo Xi assured.

Xiang Chen nodded helplessly, he understood that he really couldn't blame Luo Xi, the other party had already done his best to say that he had done his best. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but in the end it only turned into a heavy sigh.

No longer entangled, Xiang Chen got up and said goodbye to Luo Cheng and left his office.

He adjusted his mind as quickly as he could, patting his face vigorously, as if this would regain his firmness.

Life goes on!

Walking through the training area, although it was only six o'clock in the morning, there were already several strong men doing strength training in the training area at this time, and the huge dumbbells weighing six or seven hundred kilograms were whirring by one of the lean men of about thirty.

Seeing Xiang Chen passing by, the lean man stopped the training in his hand and greeted enthusiastically, "Xiao Chenzi, what's wrong, listless, haha I forgot, you have been looking listless when you are not training." ”

Xiang Chen reluctantly smiled and replied, "Brother Bo, practice." ”

Another big man also stepped forward.

This big man looks much rougher than a lean man, and he has a fight with Luo Xi, his fingers are very thick, but his heart is not rough, he can see at a glance that Xiang Chen is a little depressed, and asked loudly: "Xiao Chenzi, what's wrong with this, is it being bullied?" ”

The leaner of these two people is named Zhang Bo, and the rough man is called Wang Kui, both of whom are senior members of the Nanjing Dojo, and they are also members of the same beast hunting team.

The two of them can be regarded as Xiang Chen's best relationship in the southwest dojo, because they often soak in the martial arts hall, and they naturally get acquainted with each other after coming and going. Zhang Wang and the others took great care of the hard-trained but humble little brother in front of them.

"Brother Wang, it's nothing." Xiang Chenqiang smiled, but there was still bitterness in his smile, "Haha, it's unemployed." ”

"Unemployed?"

Zhang Bo frowned, but he didn't care, in his opinion, students, they still have to focus on their studies, and working hard to be admitted to the martial arts department of the university is the right way. However, he also knew that his little brother was really talented, and he had not improved at all since he realized it.

Zhang Bo is actually very curious, why is such a person who soaks in the dojo all day and night to exercise, but it is difficult to go further in life and death, and at the age of 18, he is still not even a quasi-martial artist!

The three chatted a few words and talked about the college entrance examination in two weeks.

Today's college entrance examination is different from the past, because the number of universities has shrunk sharply, the competition for the college entrance examination is very fierce, and the proportion of students who can be admitted to universities is less than half of the overall proportion!

"Don't hide it from the two big brothers, I don't plan to go to college." Xiang Chen shook his head, "First, there is no hope for my grades to go to Nanda, and if I go to Nan Er, it is really not interesting." Second, if you can't get into the martial arts department, then you can't go to such a university! ”

Nanjing University and Nanjing Second University are the goals of all college entrance examination candidates, and the martial arts departments of the two universities are the existence of everyone who is eager to exist.

In today's China, the most popular choice for young martial arts practitioners is either to enter the martial arts departments of various universities or to enter the dojo to practice.

But the university, with the support of the state, enjoys a large amount of funding, and its abundance of resources and freedom are above the private dojo, which naturally attracts the most gifted students.

"And what are you going to do?" Zhang Bo and the others are a little strange, a junior high school graduate, was dismissed from the dojo, and he doesn't plan to go to college yet, what does Xiang Chen want to do?

"I'm going to the wilderness! I'm going to find a team of beast hunters who are short of people, and find hope of becoming a warrior between life and death! Now that the university's martial arts department is hopeless, and he was dismissed from the dojo, Xiang Chen has a resolute attitude of breaking the jar and breaking it.

"Nonsense!" Zhang Bo's faces changed.

"You don't call it life and death, it's ten deaths and no life!" Zhang Boli shouted, "Ignorant and fearless! You haven't been out, you don't know what's going on outside, it's not a playground, it's a hell for humans! ”

Wang Kui saw that Zhang Bo was angry, and hurriedly dissuaded: "Why don't you go to college, even if you enter the country slowly, slowly survive the four years of college, you can always become a quasi-martial artist, and it's not too late to go hunting when the time comes." Quasi-martial artists are equipped with some hot weapons, and they can still fight the autumn wind. ”

Different from the scarcity of martial artists, as long as the quasi-martial artists are persistent enough, their talent is not too bad, and they can always be boiled out slowly.

"I can't wait." Xiang Chen shook his head.

He didn't explain anything more, he knew his body, maybe he really couldn't figure it out if he continued to mess around in college. Since the fate of his eldest brother was uncertain three years ago, he gritted his teeth and finished high school in order not to worry his parents, and now he has waited so long that he really doesn't want to wait another four years.

He must become a martial artist as soon as possible, and only a martial artist may have a chance to find clues about his eldest brother.

Xiang Chen was afraid, afraid that he would grind and grind, but in the future, he found out that the eldest brother died when he was wasting his time.

Then he will live in regret for the rest of his life!

Looking at Xiang Chen's appearance of not getting in the oil and salt, Zhang Bo glared at him angrily, he really didn't want this little brother he liked very much to seek death like this.

But Zhang Bo also knew that don't look at Xiang Chen's usual appearance of being easy to speak, in fact, he is simply a stone in a pit, smelly and hard! It's useless what others say about what is decided!

Zhang Bo was choked by Xiang Chen's anger, and he didn't have the heart to exercise, so he scolded his mother, turned his head and left.

Seeing this, Wang Kui had to chase him out, and when he left, he didn't forget to turn back, and looked at Xiang Chen with hatred.

Xiang Chen was silent for a long time, he knew that he had annoyed the two good big brothers who cared for him very much today. But when the words came to that, he didn't want to deliberately deceive Zhang Bo and the others.

After going through the resignation procedures at the front desk, Xiang Chen crumpled the thank you letter in his hand and threw it into the trash. There was no time to be sad, he had to rush to school for morning class as soon as possible.

Although he didn't plan to go to college, Xiang Chen still wanted his high school to have a happy ending.

……

Ten minutes later, Xiang Chen rushed to the No. 9 High School, which is also located in the southwest district.

At this time, it was already more than 7 o'clock, but today's high school has long since canceled the morning self-study. In today's era when all people are martial arts, in line with the consideration of the day's plan in the morning, the time before the morning class in each school is given to the students to arrange their own martial arts exercises.

The playground is already very lively in the early morning, and many students who are keen on martial arts like to come to the playground for morning practice before the first class.

And this time period is also an excellent time for these hot-blooded teenagers to compete with each other!

Xiang Chen, who had just lost his part-time job, had no interest in the crowd gathered on the playground and walked towards the teaching building by himself. Along the way, many students saw Xiang Chen and pointed at him, not knowing whether they were talking about the exaggerated knife pinned to his waist, or talking about him as a person.

"Hurry up, hurry up, Huang Zheng and Zheng Zhijie, among the 15 quasi-martial artists in the third year of high school on the playground, have handed over, and battles between quasi-martial artists are not common!" The two students ran past Xiang Chen, shouting and shouting.

"Huang Zheng, Zheng Zhijie, quasi-martial artist..."Xiang Chen muttered, even if he didn't want to go to a crowded place, even if these things were getting farther and farther away from him, his body was still uncontrollable, and he followed the flow of people to the playground.