"Is this the answer sheet you handed in this year from the Spiritual Academy?"

"That's good."

"Huh?"

Yuan Qingshan looked at the scene in front of him and smiled angrily: "This year's freshmen, if you don't count the Ink Academy, you will have the most geniuses in the Spiritual Mind Academy." ”

"Look at Lingwu, and then look at the military academy."

"Even Jiangbei College, Jiangnan College."

"Heh..."

With a sneer, panting, Yuan Qingshan's hands were shaking: "Shame, it is simply the biggest shame in the more than 100 years since the establishment of Lingnian Academy!" ”

"Back then, when the human race was short of resources and the pressure from the outside world was so great, which of the students who came out of the Lingnian Academy couldn't be called a hero?"

"It's really going back the more and more I live!"

"What are the pioneers of your right spirits, the right ones to suppress the countless heroic spirits on the demon gates, and the right ones to go to the dead who entered the demon domain alone?"

slapped the table vigorously and took a deep breath: "This matter, you guys will deal with it yourself and solve it!" ”

"Two days later, in the next round of the ring competition, if you are a student of Lingnian and still have this virtue, I will apply to the above and reduce the weight of your Lingnian Academy."

"The honor of the past, how to lose it, how to get it back!"

After speaking, Yuan Qingshan's face turned pale and he stopped talking.

Qian Shu's forehead was covered with sweat.

got up and bowed deeply to Yuan Qingshan, hurriedly walked to the backstage, and kept saying something to those students.

"Although Lingnian has more problems this time, it doesn't stop there."

"After all, with so many new students in one go, it takes a lot of time just to assign teachers, sort out student materials, and summarize the development direction."

"There are many students with the teacher, and it has only been more than a month, so it is good to be able to do this step."

"It takes time."

"Except for that Wu Qianqiu, which is really surprising, the others are not bad."

After Qian Shu left, Qi Changshan opened his mouth and said very fairly.

Xu Yuanqing was still gagged, but nodded in agreement.

Yuan Qingshan's expression is still not particularly good-looking, but it is much stronger than just now: "You are from the Propaganda Department, you know how to educate a fart." ”

"And you, nod your head!"

"Although I can't see too much now, this kind of deliberate handsomeness has become their habit, and sooner or later it will kill them!"

"It's okay to be handsome, but it has to be timed."

"Just like that guy."

Yuan Qingshan casually pointed to a teenager in the ring, and the awakening object was a wisp of fire.

At this time, the flame is running gracefully, forming a curtain.

"Don't look at him twice, believe it or not, even if I sleep, I can kill him in seconds!"

"Flame spread is of no use other than being pretty."

"I'll just rush up and punch him in the face, and he's not confused?"

"If it goes down like this, the graduates of Lingnian Academy will only be able to act in movies in the future."

Speaking coldly, Yuan Qingshan sighed faintly.

"After all, the rear environment of the Terrans is too well protected."

"If they don't stand on the front lines and see that picture with their own eyes, they will never really understand, Terran... What exactly is being faced. ”

"Ugh."

With a sigh, Yuan Qingshan was a little weak.

Qi Changshan also regained his silence.

Only Xu Yuanqing blinked his eyes as if he wanted to say something, but he was simply ignored.

"Hey, it's finally the turn of the Ink Academy."

"Let's look forward to this year's performance."

“...”

"It's this cripple."

"Forget it, wait for another one."

Looking at the numbers on the big screen, as well as their names, the two old men's eyes lit up, but they quickly regained their composure.

With a sunny smile on his face, Zhao Zicheng controlled the wheelchair and stopped in front of the ring.

"Please carry me up, thank you."

looked at the two staff members not far away, and said politely.

Just like that, in the eyes of everyone, Zhao Zicheng was carried into the ring in a wheelchair, smiling and waving to the audience.

On the other side, there was a student from the Spirit Martial Academy.

It's a little tangled, but more than that, it's anticipation.

Although it is not good to beat a disabled person in a wheelchair after all, but...

Finally able to take revenge.

At the moment when the game officially began, the tiger roared loudly.

This man charged at Zhao Zicheng.

The ground was trampled and clanged.

Zhao Zicheng sat in a wheelchair and watched calmly, with no idea of dodging at all, and even looked at the man with encouragement in his eyes.

At the moment when the man finally approached him, a sandbag appeared out of thin air.

The man landed a punch and struck it on the sandbag.

And then...

His face was flushed and a little excited.

Feeling the energy that came back and the inexplicable sense of enjoyment, the strong man dropped another punch.

Stimulation doubles.

It's just that when the third punch is thrown, the energy... Nope.

"Do you still want it, beg me."

Zhao Zicheng spoke softly, his voice lowered.

"Dreaming!"

The strong man gradually regained his senses, roared, swung his fist again, raised his hand at the same time as the tiger behind him, and slapped it at Zhao Zicheng.

The result...

With the roar of the engine, a sprint, around the strong man, run away.

Only sandbags are left behind.

"Silly big man, chase me!"

Laughing wildly.

The strong man gritted his teeth and chased wildly.

Zhao Zicheng sometimes slowed down to give the strong man some hope, and sometimes accelerated, making him desperate.

Just when the strong man held back a ruthless force and his mentality was about to explode, he finally caught up and punched with all his might, but was stopped by sandbags.

I also opened a counter-injury...

Thereupon...

Hurt.

It felt like the bones were going to fall apart.

And Zhao Zicheng drove away in a wheelchair again, smiling cheaply.

Originally, the handsome or bloody fight scenes, with the appearance of the Mo Academy personnel, the painting style was crooked again.

Yu Sheng stood under the ring, watching this scene, his eyes were a little bright.

I took out the notepad again and wrote it carefully.

Useful trivia has been added a bit.

No one knows what kind of person he will grow into when he understands the contents of the notepad for the rest of his life.

It's like a sponge, frantically sucking up all the water that is beneficial to itself.

It's just some water...

It doesn't taste right.

The match lasted twenty minutes and ended with the brawny man foaming at the mouth from exhaustion.

And Zhao Zicheng still sat elegantly in a wheelchair, gently waving a feather fan.

"Talking and laughing, the canopy is gone."

muttered a little boringly, and Zhao Zicheng was gone.

Only a larger boo was left.

On the judges' seat, Yuan Qingshan and Qi Changshan glanced at each other and were speechless for a while.

In the end, his eyes fell on Xu Yuanqing.

"It's not him, this student, he can't teach."

"Which teacher's masterpiece is it?"

The two of them inquired carefully.

On the other side, on the screen, the name of Yu Sheng appeared.

Rival...

Jiangbei University.

"Boss Yu, crush them."

"Be sharp, strive for a second kill!"

"Let them see the strength of my ink academy."

Zhao Zicheng cheered for the rest of his life, attracting strange eyes from a group of students.

This said... Do you deserve to say the same?

Yu Sheng took back the notepad, looked solemn, and walked to the ring.

……

(Brothers, have insisted ...) Fourteen days and five watches, physically and mentally tired, the whole person is wasted, ask for a wave of rewards, motivate and motivate, and then rush him for ten days and half a month, a model worker like me, isn't it very moving... Come on, irrigate me with a tip, not what... ）

(By the way, tomorrow will be the solo show for the rest of my life.) ）