Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

Chapter 12: Blood and Vigour, Beware of Lust
Among the more than 200 students who registered, the fencing club selected the best of the best and finally accepted only 40 of them, which is about a ratio of one in five.

At this moment, all kinds of life seem to be played out in this small venue.

Those who are selected cheer and celebrate, while those who are not selected wail. It can only be said that people’s joy is not the same.

In front of Huang Liwen stood a girl with a bun and wearing black-rimmed glasses. She was Tian Hongling, a senior from Class 2, Grade 3. She was very cute and had always been the mascot of the fencing club.

"I'm sorry, student, you don't meet the recruitment requirements of our fencing club at the moment."

"Senior, please, I really want to join the swordsmanship club."

Huang Liwen begged shamelessly.

Among the four major clubs in the fighting center, the fencing club has the largest number of girls and the highest quality.

As for the other three major societies, all of them have more men than women. The members are either muscular men or fighting maniacs. He would not consider them under any circumstances.

Of course, in reality the other three major societies would not consider him either.

After all, as the mainstay of the fighting center, the four major clubs have always only accepted the elite among students, not everyone.

A pretty boy like Huang Liwen can't even pass the physical examination data test.

"I'm sorry."

The senior with the bun-haired look shook her head helplessly. Although Huang Liwen was quite handsome, unfortunately rules were rules.

At this time, Ye Qingzhou also noticed Huang Liwen and walked towards him: "Brother Wen, why are you here?"

Huang Liwen: “…”

I don't want to talk now!

Then he had to grit his teeth and remind Ye Qingzhou: "Is there a possibility that I said I would come to participate in the swordsmanship club's recruitment selection?"

Ye Qingzhou then remembered that Huang Liwen seemed, seemed, or perhaps did mention this matter?
"Oh, so you got picked?"

You really are talking about things that are not related to the topic!

Veins popped out on Huang Liwen's forehead and he clenched his teeth even harder.

"no!"

Ye Qingzhou was stunned: "Brother Wen, are you so bad?"

"What the hell..."

Huang Liwen's fists were clenched so tightly that they made cracking sounds, and his teeth were almost broken.

But after all, this was the territory of the Sword Club, so he didn't dare to act wildly here. He could only look at Ye Qingzhou speechlessly: "Didn't you say you had no interest in the Sword Club?"

"Oh, you're talking about this?"

Ye Qingzhou spread his hands helplessly: "Originally I really didn't plan to come, but Teacher Xu personally invited me with all his sincerity, I can't just ignore the social etiquette, right?"

Huang Liwen looked up to the sky and burst into tears when he heard this. For the first time, he deeply felt the disparity of life.

"Pighead Leaf!"

"No, Brother Zhou!"

"Father!"

His tone gradually became humble, and Huang Liwen looked at Ye Qingzhou eagerly, his eyes full of desire.

In the past, what he despised most were those who used backdoors, and he thought that such people should all be dragged out and shot.

Now it was his turn to have a chance to use the backdoor. At this moment, Huang Liwen only wanted to say two words: "It smells so good!"

Ye Qingzhou was also speechless: "You call me Pighead when nothing happens, and call me Godfather when something happens. Do you have to be so realistic?"

Huang Liwen clasped his hands together and said, "Please help me. I'll treat you to lunch this month!" In order to join the fencing club, Huang Liwen spent a lot of money.

Ye Qingzhou thought about it and thought that it would be nice to be invited to dinner, so he turned to look at the senior with the ball-shaped hair and said, "Let him join the swordsmanship club."

This matter-of-fact tone made Tian Hongling confused. She really wanted to ask, "Who are you?"

But she was always gentle and timid, so it was difficult for her to say bad things to a strange classmate, so she could only shake her head in a businesslike manner: "Sorry, classmate, I can't do that."

"why?"

"He failed the medical examination."

Ye Qingzhou turned around and looked at Huang Liwen from head to toe several times, then patted his shoulder earnestly: "Your steps are frivolous, your eyes are dull, your energy is weak... Brother Wen, young people should be careful about sex."

"What do you mean?"

"Stop masturbating."

"Damn it... Stop talking nonsense, this is slander! You know it's slander! Besides, does this have anything to do with me joining the swordsmanship club?"

Huang Liwen was so anxious that his face turned red. Ye Qingzhou exposed his true colors in front of the senior girl with the bun-haired hairstyle. Even though he was thick-skinned, he still felt a little embarrassed.

And he was also very unconvinced. After all, studying was so hard, so what was wrong with him rewarding himself every night?
Is it illegal?
Ye Qingzhou shook his head and sighed: "If you want to learn superior swordsmanship, you need to calm your mind and concentrate. You masturbate every day and make yourself distracted. How can you practice swordsmanship?"

"..."

Huang Liwen looked miserable: "Then I'll leave?"

At this time, Xu Lan came over. After learning that Huang Liwen was Ye Qingzhou's deskmate, she personally opened a back door for him and told Tian Hongling, "Let him join the swordsmanship club."

"That's...ok."

Since Xu Lan had spoken, Tian Hongling had no choice but to do as she was told and wrote Huang Liwen's name into the list of official members.

Afterwards, Xu Lan clapped her hands, called together the new and old members of the swordsmanship club, and announced the first thing she would do after becoming the team leader: "The Qinglan Sword Fighting Competition will be held in another month. Please adjust your status and prepare seriously, and win glory for our No. 1 Middle School on the field."

"Yes!"

Everyone in the fencing club was ignited with the fighting spirit by Xu Lan's words.

Qinglan originally refers to the youthfulness and vitality of young people.

The sword fighting competition was named this way because most of the contestants were young martial arts apprentices who had not yet officially started to strive for the professional level, a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old high school students.

Obviously, competitions of this level are meant to discover and cultivate those sword-fighting talents with extraordinary qualifications among middle school students.

Of course, a teacher who can discover and cultivate outstanding swordsmanship talents can naturally gain a lot of benefits. This is one of the reasons why Xu Lan invited Ye Qingzhou to join the swordsmanship club.

After the group was disbanded, Xu Lan deliberately kept Ye Qingzhou and told him, "You just need to try your best to get into the top eight this time, and don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Ye Qingzhou blinked, looking puzzled: "Why not the champion?"

Xu Lan glanced at Ye Qingzhou unhappily and said, "There is only one month left before the competition. Although you are very talented, your martial arts skills are not yet complete and your foundation is insufficient. Your chances of winning against a true master are too low."

When Ye Qingzhou heard that there was a master, he became excited: "How strong is he?"

Seeing Ye Qingzhou's eagerness to try, Xu Lan thought he was ignorant, so she introduced him seriously, "Although the Qinglan Cup is not a high-level competition, some young geniuses from martial arts families also want to use this platform to make a name for themselves. These people have been taking immortal mushrooms since childhood, which makes their tendons and bones strong, and their blood and qi are rich. Therefore, their strength is often far beyond their peers. A small number of geniuses are not even much weaker than professional martial artists. They should not be taken lightly."

Ye Qingzhou understood immediately after hearing this and nodded: "I see, a group of second-generation cultivators who got ahead of themselves will also come to participate in the competition."

Ye Qingzhou was not really jealous of these second generation cultivators.

After all, God is not fair. Some people are born in Rome, some are born as mules and horses, and some are born in Rome and it belongs to them.

But it doesn't matter. Ye Qingzhou is devoted to martial arts. Even if there is injustice in the world, he is confident that he can wipe it out with a wave of his sword.

Xu Lan thought Ye Qingzhou had already understood how strong his opponent was: "It's good that you understand, but don't be discouraged. You have a superior talent for swordsmanship. If you are given a year to prepare, it is not impossible for you to win the championship. In short, you should first accumulate experience in this competition. I will fully support you to become the champion next time."

(End of this chapter)