Zijun convened a student congress. There were more than 100 people in attendance, and she announced that a martial arts tournament would be held on the night of the full moon. We thought we would receive a round of applause, but we were met with a lot of skepticism. Among them, the radical technocrats even said that they would defend the authority of science to the death. In college, those who practice internal skills look down on those who practice external skills. Those who practice external skills look down on those who practice external skills, and those who practice science and technology look down on those who are philosophical and artistic. There is no one under the philosophical arts, only the world is cynical.

There are three types of skepticism, the first is financial expenditure, which believes that martial arts competitions are costly and unnecessary. The second category is the safety category, which believes that the martial arts competition held in Bailu will definitely bring great safety risks to Bailu. And the most fierce skepticism is the science and technology school. They did not hesitate to threaten to destroy it as much as possible if Zijun dared to hold a martial arts tournament in Bailu.

There are more than 20 representatives who support the martial arts competition, and they have made great achievements in natural cultivation. They stood up one after another, suggesting that you would beat them if they objected. Not only did it not work, but it also attracted even greater anger, and the technology faction scolded them for bullying people with force. Zijun hurriedly asked them to sit down. The first fund will not use a penny of the school's money, and she goes back to the sponsor. Second, she has contacted the Ministry of State Security for the second security issue, which also reassures everyone. As for the science and technology faction, Zijun debated with them for nearly three hours, and his mouth was dry. There were more than two dozen people in that group, and they couldn't listen to other people's speeches at all. Anyway, no matter what you say, he said that martial arts is the first obstacle to the development of science and technology, and there is a lot of sin.

The day's meeting ended unhappily. Zijun decided to hold a vote tomorrow. But the vote had to be 7:3 to pass. We had a heavy heart, and we struggled to get half of the tickets.

When we came home from school in the afternoon, we had just walked out of the school gate, and the sky was blue and black. We were blocked at the door by hundreds of men and women from the science and technology school, who threw eggs and rotten cabbage at us, calling us a cancer that restricts social progress. Zijun suddenly had a flash of inspiration, patted me on the back and said that he thought of a good way.

But at this time, I care about another question, these people used to praise Zijun with a school flower and a big beauty, saying that she was a combination of talent and beauty, saying that she was a beauty once in a thousand years, and I couldn't wait to collect all the good words in the Kangxi dictionary to praise Zijun. Why once it comes to martial arts and technology, they all become cannibalistic devils. I suddenly remembered the country XX on the other side of the ocean, it is said that one year the people of this country suddenly went crazy and were controlled by something called "ideology", the son sent his parents to prison, the apprentice spat on the master, they destroyed the monuments and the cemeteries of their ancestors, they did not study but learned how to kill first, they were full of justice and benevolence, but they killed invisibly. I think these technologists are a bit like them. But sometimes I also think that martial arts people are like this. People who go with the flow seem to have this trait.

The next day, Zijun postponed the vote, and as soon as the bell rang for the end of class, he packed up his things and "went home" and staggered towards the school gate. Where hundreds of people gathered, shouting and screaming, they were waiting for her to come out and throw her rotten eggs. Zijun has no fear. Obviously seeing the black pressing, he was still smiling, as if he was looking at the barren grass in his eyes. But as soon as I went out, rotten eggs and rotten cabbage poured out like a torrential rain. I don't know who hid the hidden weapon in the egg, but she was hit in the shoulder, and by the time I got there she was pale and fainted. I picked her up and ran madly towards the hospital. Zijun suddenly opened his eyes and asked me to be sure not to shake the poison dart down.

When she was hospitalized, the representatives and leaders of the martial arts of various colleges and universities came to visit her, and she said in a compassionate tone like a virgin: she does not want to divide the school and this generation of young people because of herself. With tears in her eyes, she said that everyone should work together to unite for the great cause of national construction. She said that the martial arts competition is not to eliminate technology, but to allow our martial arts treasures to be better inherited.

In the next few days, the campus newspapers, campus television, and all media organizations spared no effort to accuse the science and technology faction of being shameless, despicable, and filthy, and using indiscriminate means to prevent the holding of martial arts competitions. Use all elegant words to praise the princess regardless of past suspicions, fraternity and kindness. On the fifth day, Zijun reopened the conference, and at the meeting, we passed the holding of the martial arts competition with a high vote of 9:1.

Back in the president's office, Zijun thanked the saint for his help, and then leaned back and turned back with a smile on the table. Everyone asked her what was wrong, she wasn't sick. She laughed enough, and then explained how to make Cheng Sheng pretend to be a technocratic person, how to bid, how to pretend to be seriously injured, and how to let Hua Han manipulate the media. So much so that the latter won the vote. So everyone applauded and praised Zijun and Hua Han for their cleverness. I asked her why she didn't tell me the plan in advance, and she said it wouldn't work. Everyone was cheering for the victory of the vote, and a 1.8-meter-tall man walked in at the door, this person looked about 40 years old, with broad shoulders and long legs, good facial features, thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a black suit and red tie, striding forward, holding a few blank A4 papers in his hands. Accompanied by our principal, Nguyen Bo Minh, he walked in. The principal asked the other unrelated people to go out for the time being. Zijun took my hand and shook his head like a rattle. I looked at the rattle of Hua Hantou again. The headmaster looked at us both motionlessly.

"No, Huahan, you go out first. We have a few words to say with Zijun. ”

Zijun replied: "They are all good friends of ours, what can't we say." ”

"Mingbo, it's okay, let the two of them stay. The big man sat down on the sofa with his back to us, "Zijun doesn't mind, just sit down, I have something to talk to you about"

This man spoke in a low and gentle voice, like the warm spring sun, like the call of a loving father.

Zijun sat across from him, holding his chin with one hand, looking up and down. Hua Han and I also followed, standing behind Zijun.

"Are you the Master of the Breeze?" Zijun frowned. The Venerable Master Qingfeng is the most powerful candidate for the new unification of the army. He was the leader of the tech school. It is very popular with the people. Although he is a science and technology school, many of his views can be said to be compatible with martial arts and technology, for example, he said that martial arts and technology are complementary and mutually beneficial, martial arts major self-cultivation, and science and technology mainly fill the world. The meaning of the Rim is to eliminate the barriers between people. His mind is mild-mannered and not extreme. That's why some radical technocrats hate him. The martial arts also hated him. We discussed in private that he was very good as a commander of the army, and that both martial arts and science and technology should be developed, and we could not generalize and use martial arts to suppress science and technology, nor could we use martial arts to be useless as the science and technology school said.

"Don't call me a master, I'm a vagabond, that can be called a master. Just call me Breeze. He seemed to be very interested in Zijun as well, and looked at her greedily, "Zijun, how old are you this year?" he asked suddenly.

"Don't you know the age of the lady, you can't ask casually" Zijun regarded this person as an opponent, and his tone was very sharp.

"She's seventeen," the principal said.

"Oh, seventeen, very young. When I was seventeen years old, I was still an apprentice. ”

We didn't know what medicine he was selling in his gourd, so we didn't speak, but our eyes were fixed on him.

"What about a real fairy," he looked at Zijun with a smile. Zijun was actually a little at a loss, raised his hand and put it down suddenly, as if he wanted to say something to answer, but he didn't know how to speak. In the end, I had to pick up the tea on the table, take a sip, and answer with a slight smile.

"There are many advantages to being good-looking, and many people follow you without saying anything at any stop. I envy that we always have to work hard to get votes, but for you, it's too easy. The 9 to 1 vote rate is truly admirable. ”

This is a vase in disguise, but unfortunately Zijun is not a vase, she is a rose that will prick people.

"Master Qingfeng, I don't think you can envy one by one, admire one by one. You're the leader of the tech faction, so you're not here just to say these few words. If you ask for anything, I won't say yes anyway. ”

"Well, you won't agree, and I don't have anything to say. ”

"Okay, let's leave it at that, don't send it slowly!" Zijun said and was about to stand up and leave.

"Zijun, wait a minute, don't be in a hurry to leave, this is your office. "Master Qingfeng didn't expect Zijun to be so direct.

Zijun looked at him with disdain.

"I hope we can discuss the holding of the martial arts tournament. ”

"There's nothing to negotiate," Zijun stubbornly said, and the nine cows couldn't pull it.

"Zijun, you think about it, how many people died in the last martial arts competition, last time, last time. They are still in the state security, do you think you can prevent innocent casualties with your strength? When the time comes, I'm afraid it's not something that a little girl can afford. ”

"It's ridiculous for you to speak, the reason why so many people died in the martial arts competition in the past was because there was already hatred between various colleges, and with the attractive prizes, it was naturally a fierce competition. That's not the way I'm playing. ”

"So what's different about your game?"

"We have feelings!"

"Oh, feelings are a good thing. But what if you have feelings and no funds. He smiled at the headmaster as he spoke.

"You care too much, I have my own way. She glared into the headmaster's eyes and tilted his head.

"Well, since you're so determined to hold the tournament, then I can only wish you good luck. With that, the Venerable Master got up and left, and as he went, he finally lit his cigar and took a deep breath, exhaling a long smoke.

After they left, we couldn't be happier. If the Venerable Master wants to hinder this competition, it is really not difficult to use his appeal, not to mention that there is a principal to help him. Zijun said that tomorrow's things will be left to tomorrow, and we can do today's things well. Therefore, she is going to hold an investment conference, which is in the No. 1 conference hall of Bailu College. Invite the famous families and wealthy businessmen she can invite.

That day, it could only accommodate 2,000 people, and more than 3,000 people and more than 100 media came to the conference hall. She wore a neon-colored bareback gown that day, like a rose blooming in the morning light. She walked to the podium, and all eyes were on her. Her smile and every move made the audience boil. Her alluring color and natural self-confidence make her every sentence contain touching emotions. She told the origin of martial arts, and told the great feelings of her ancestors who worked hard to study martial arts until death. It tells about the contribution of martial arts to the national culture. Finally, the crisis of martial arts is recounted.

"Never let martial arts be lost in the hands of our generation. Huaxia will not fall, and martial arts will not die. ”

When she ended her speech with a mournful cry. The venue burst into enduring applause, and thousands of people stood up. With tears in their eyes, everyone hugged each other and shouted "Martial arts, never fall", "Orcs will never be slaves", "For Azeroth", "For the Holy Alliance".