In the early morning, teachers and students gathered in the large playground of the Oriental Mecha Academy.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, Wei Wenwu, the director of the academy, came to the ring in the center of the playground, and he was accompanied by several presidents and vice presidents.

The reason why these leaders did not give speeches on the rostrum was because the temporary rostrum on the playground was not as conspicuous as the ring, and because Wei Dong proposed to try the audio equipment in the ring.

Installing discreet sound equipment in the ring, especially high-quality microphones, is something that has never been seen before in any kind of competitive competition. It's just that since Wei Dong asked for this, the school's logistics department had no choice but to comply. As everyone knows, Wei Dong himself doesn't know what the purpose of installing high-quality audio equipment here is, he only knows that this is Miss He's request, and this is enough.

Money can make ghosts grind, huge sums of money can make ghosts push ghosts, Wei Dong is a ghost at best, he pushes and grinds when he sees money, Miss He overestimated Wei Dong's worth and gave Wei Dong the price of grinding ghosts.

After each teaching and research group and each class were named and reported to the ring, Wei Dong personally clicked according to the electronic roster of teachers and students in the school to confirm that none of the teachers and students in the school were absent.

After the roll call, Wei Dong solemnly stated that in the future, teaching resources and various scholarships will be distributed according to his roster today, and if any new students transfer in the future, they must be signed by him.

The implication of this is that even if someone is absent today and takes the means of amending the roster, then in the future, that person will be expelled from the academy and will no longer be able to enjoy all the rights that the students of the academy should have.

After Wei Dong spoke, the dean announced the discipline of the competition - because the board of directors of the college urgently decided last night to arrange the graduation assessment of this year's 128 students in advance in this martial arts competition, so in addition to the coaches and professors of the college, there were also commanders sent by the Galactic Federation Space Expeditionary Force - so the teachers and students of the school were required to strictly prohibit whispering and talking during the competition, maintain a proper sitting posture, strictly prohibit looking around, and not destroy the neatness of the class queue......

Wei Dong is not a fool, since it is imperative to hold such a competition, then let's kill two birds with one stone, and arrange the graduation assessment of level 128 by the way, so that we can not consume manpower and material resources in vain. As for the money he received from Miss He, that was his pure profit, and was the energy consumption in this matter?

The sound in the ring is really good, even the wheezing sound of a certain vice president who has been blessed can be clearly transmitted to every corner of the playground, and the sound is evenly strong, not the kind of old-fashioned amplifier that is close to listen to the sound and far away to listen to the light.

Qian Jun held a sponge in his left hand and a short-handled dust push in his right hand, standing in a corner outside the ring, and beside him, there was a solar vacuum cleaner and a broom.

As soon as he arrived at the school in the morning, he was told that he was not eligible to compete, and his duty was only to clean the cowhide floor leather in the ring at any time, so as to prevent sweat stains and possible blood stains from being left on the cowhide, so as to avoid the quality of the subsequent competition.

Qian Jun gladly accepted the arrangement.

As an outlier in the entire academy, he can understand the teacher's thoughts, which is no different from the communication class assigned to him when he first entered the school, it's good, it just so happens that this place is close to the ring, look at how everyone fights, isn't it good to learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses to improve yourself?

It is said that if the old demon Qian, who is sleeping in the sea of Qian Junzhi, sees the current scene, he will definitely be proud of his grandson, and he has only learned the Heluo Shengong for five days, and he will start the work of a sweeping monk, which is too awesome. Low-key, always the most awesome show off!

Qian Jun naturally does not compare himself to a sweeping monk, in fact, he doesn't know the story of the sweeping monk at all, and Lao Qian has never told his grandson who the sweeping monk is.

It's just that Qian Jun's low-key is innate, and at this moment he stands in full view of everyone in an orderly manner, listening to the dean announce discipline.

It was not Qian Jun who was looking at him, but the director and the dean, but Qian Jun's eyes were on a stunning beauty.

He didn't deliberately stare at this stunning beauty, it was because this beauty was facing his direction, if he wanted to drive the beauty's appearance and posture out of his field of vision, he only had to close his eyes, or turn 90 degrees left and right, or turn 180 degrees, but those three directions were not the direction designated by the school leaders, and he couldn't close his eyes, so he had to see enough of the beauty.

He knew that this beauty was the president of Galaxy Games Company and the future boss of the He Foundation, He Qinghui.

In comparison, in terms of appearance alone, He Qinghui can indeed kill Qu Yan in seconds, and she is also a little more beautiful than Teacher Li Fangfei, it is said that there is also a school flower called Lin Ruoyan who has also been compared to her, although she has never seen Lin Ruoyan, but Qian Jun believes that the gold in the public mouth also has gold content, so Lin Ruoyan may not be really beautiful.

Qian Jun didn't know, but Qian Jun thought that He Qinghui was not more beautiful than Yang Lishi, and the two of them were equally divided at most.

If you take into account the fact that Yang Lishi is his future marriage target, plus family affection, then Qian Jun feels that Yang Lishi is more graceful and beautiful than He Qinghui.

He Qinghui is too flamboyant, while Yang Lishi is very subtle. This is the final comment given by Qian Jun, as for what he thinks is "beautiful publicity" and what is "beautiful subtlety", only he has a rod and scale in his heart.

Of course He Qinghui will not care about the attention of this "sweeping monk", she has grown up in this kind of eyes since she was a child, if she is compared to a flower, then she is irrigated and grown up by this admiration and obsession.

This thin and unattractive boy with short hair almost like a monk, when she was arranged by the leader of the logistics department on the edge of the ring, she was already sitting on this temporary rostrum, which was the closest place to the ring.

At that time, she heard the logistics leader say to the boy - "Those of us who can't practice martial arts must do what we can, and it can be regarded as a contribution to the academy." ”

After hearing this sentence, this monk-like cleaner could no longer pass through her retina. Turning a blind eye is what it looks like.

After all, no academy in this universe can do martial arts for everyone, and there are always some people who are born unable to practice martial arts, but can play their strengths in other fields. He Qinghui understands this kind of thing, of course she doesn't think much about it.

After the speeches of the director and the dean, they walked down the ring in turn, and the competition was about to begin.

According to the request, Qian Jun came to the stage and pushed the cowhide with a dust push, and then hurriedly returned to his original position and stood up.

In this process, he was really baptized by the eyes of the teachers and students of the whole school, perhaps because of the discipline announced by the dean just now, the teachers and students did not express any opinions on Qian Junlai, who was slapped in the face.

From beginning to end, Qian Jun didn't know that among these thousands of eyes, there was a pair of hateful eyes that were always staring at him, and his divine sense could not extend to this pair of hateful eyes.

This hateful gaze came from Iric.

If in this world, in addition to the sleeping old Qian and the Aya of the Red Clay Restaurant, there is another person who knows that the little dragon in the game is Qian Jun of the Mecha Academy, then this person is none other than Irik.

In the game last night, after only two slaps, Ilick knew that the little dragon set was Qian Jun. So he immediately threw in the towel and chose to go downline.

Although he was not very familiar with Qian Jun's voice, so much so that he couldn't recognize Xiaolongtao after hearing Xiaolongtao speak several times in the game, he was too impressed by this slap in the face.

He originally thought about finding a chance to intercept Qian Jun on the way out of school for a while, but after receiving these two slaps in the game, he immediately understood that it was no accident that he was slapped at the school gate before. This Qian Jun is a hidden master!

"No, we have to find a different way to get him!Otherwise, I can't live this day, and he will be slapped in the face by both virtual and reality, if this thing gets out, how will I mix it up in the future?" Iric silently thought in his heart, "Didn't this kid get the purple suit fragment? What would happen if I told the Triad the news about it?"