Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 30 Forgot
Such as the large affiliated martial arts school.

The owner's room.

In front of the desk, a clear large-screen projection is formed.

Wang Boxiong moved his fingers slightly, and the projection screen changed accordingly, displaying the information of all the instructors and important personnel in the martial arts school.

After reading it, Wang Boxiong clicked on the new student information and quickly looked through it.

He would stop and read carefully only when he met a student who had excellent performance in martial arts.

Suddenly, Wang Boxiong stopped and stared at the screen in front of him.

Zhou cold.

Wang Boxiong pondered for a moment, and a light curtain extended from his temple, suspended in the form of two lenses, appearing before his eyes.

Information about Zhou Leng and No. 8 Middle School appeared on the floating lens.

According to intelligence from the Military and Security Department, Principal Lu of No. 8 Middle School is preparing a commendation meeting with great fanfare and inviting all alumni of the school.

Relevant information shows that President Lu seems to attach great importance to Zhou Leng. Because Zhou Leng was not admitted to Xihai Wuda, he has been talking bad about Xihai Wuda on various occasions these days.

"This Principal Lu should be Ma Xingkong's teacher back then."

The image of an old classmate with a pure and innocent smile emerged in Wang Boxiong’s mind.

Wang Boxiong thought for a moment, carefully checked Zhou Leng's information, and finally looked at his battle achievements.

Before entering college, the average number of combat merits obtained by Wuhan University students through martial arts studies will not exceed 10.

Zhou Leng's combat merit is 41.5, which is not only far higher than the average level of Wuhan University, but also higher than his teammates.

There are less than two hundred freshmen in Quan Rucheng whose combat achievements surpass Zhou Leng's.

Wang Boxiong continued to search for information related to the Demon City, and soon a look of doubt appeared on his face.

It was unexpectedly sealed by the Demon City Army.

Wang Boxiong checked carefully again and made a phone call.

"Uncle Chen, it's me."

"Bo Xiong, how's the work at the martial arts gym going lately?"

"They are all trivial matters, but I can still handle them."

"Don't delay your training. Martial arts is your foundation."

"Yes."

"What's the matter?"

"Chen Fenghu inexplicably sealed the Demon City data of a student in our martial arts school, saying that it was related to the Demon Worship Cult. The student's name is Zhou Leng, and he is a key training target of our martial arts school. I would like to check his data. Can you help send the file to me?"

"Okay, I'll have someone take a photo and send it to you when the time comes."

"Thank you, Uncle Chen."

Wang Boxiong shut down the communication.

Grandmaster Chen Changyi is the major general commander of the Seventh Division and Chen Shouhu's immediate superior.

Soon, Wang Boxiong received the photo of the document and carefully read all the relevant contents.

"It seems to be a magical body or treasure that can resist the cold... Bravely saved his companions... Saved by Tong Tianxia... The whole body is shining with copper..."

Wang Boxiong let out a long sigh, and the scar across his forehead trembled slightly.

"The body is like diamond, the heart is like glass..."

"Tong Tianxia, who was the number one hero on Blue Star back then, eventually surpassed all of us and was promoted to Grandmaster."

"Could it be that he is right..."

Wang Boxiong looked through all the information about the new students, printed out a list, and called an instructor.

"Hello, Master!" Instructor Deng Zhijue, wearing a dark green military uniform, stood tall, holding his hat with his left hand, and saluted after walking closer.

"Get ready to teach Class 01. This is the student list of Class 01."

"Yes."

“These are all good seedlings, and we must do our best.”

"Yes."

"Go."

"Goodbye, Master!" Deng Zhijue bowed and turned around.

"Wait a minute." Wang Boxiong said suddenly.

Deng Zhijue turned around and looked at Wang Boxiong, his body straight, as if he was in the Wuwei Bureau.

"Have you received the invitation to the commendation meeting of No. 8 Middle School?"

"received."

"Go and have a look. I met Principal Lu not long ago. He is a very nice guy."

"Yes."

Deng Zhijue walked out of the owner's office, puzzled.

What does this new owner mean?
If it was the previous owner, Deng Zhijue wouldn’t bother to think too much about it, but this Wang Boxiong’s identity was too prominent.

He was born in Yunhua University of Martial Arts, ranked second in Rucheng's innate list, in the top ten in the national innate list, a disciple of the Martial Saint, and even a popular candidate for the future director of Rucheng's Martial Arts Bureau.

Deng Zhijue knew that he was not good at this, so he thought about it and contacted the head teacher of No. 8 Middle School who sent him the invitation letter, and then asked about the relationship between Principal Lu and Wang Boxiong.

The head teacher replied that Principal Lu and Wang Boxiong had met in the examination room for the martial arts exam, but they were not close.

Deng Zhijue became even more confused. He thought about it and carefully looked through the list of classmates in Class 01, but couldn't make any sense.

"Forget it, I'll probably understand when I attend the commendation meeting on the 8th."

Deng Zhijue used the school affairs system to send text messages to all the students in Class 01, asked them to add him on Wuxin, and set up a group to post messages.

The next day, Deng Zhijue received a call from a friend from the Wuwei Bureau, saying that a friend's child had just been admitted to Ruda Martial Arts School and was in Class 01, and he wanted to have dinner together.

Deng Zhijue refused again and again, but he had no choice but to agree.

That night, Deng Zhijue came to Lao Rongji Hotel and met his old friend and Chang Luan and his son.

Chang Luan and his son knew their limits very well. They first sounded out the issue and said that Chang Luan really hoped to serve as the eldest senior brother of this session of the martial arts school.

Deng Zhijue was very polite from beginning to end and kept an appropriate distance from Chang Luan and his son.

Chang Luan and his son did not force it, but just chatted and ate in harmony. After Deng Zhijue left, Chang Yuanzhong lowered his eyebrows and thought.

Chang Luan sat beside him, saying nothing, occasionally picking up some food and chewing in silence.

"What do you think?" Chang Yuanzhong looked at his son.

"This instructor probably understands our intentions, but keeps refusing. Either someone has already gotten there first, or he doesn't want to get involved in this mess."

"You still don't understand the hidden meaning. Instructor Deng mentioned the gym owner Wang Boxiong three times, and the content was different each time. The first time, he said that he was new and wanted to do something big. The second time, he said that he was calm and introverted and experienced. The third time, he said that he was the second best among the disciples of Wusheng, Rucheng Xiantian. His intentions were too obvious."

"I understand what you said. What he meant is that if we don't deal with Wang Boxiong, he won't be able to take care of us at this time?"

"That's what I mean. If I can handle Wang Boxiong, why would I hire a junior instructor like him? I can't even hire the chief instructor who is in the early stage of Xiantian."

Chang Luan frowned and asked, "Then what should we do?"

Chang Yuanzhong sighed and said, "You bastard. If he really didn't give in, he wouldn't have mentioned Wang Boxiong at all. Now that he has said it, it means there is still a chance, it's just a matter of leverage."

"I understand. He is actually also hesitant, and there are four classes in this session, so he can't make a complete decision."

"I guess he wants to wait and see. After all, the military training hasn't even started yet, and we came straight to him. He won't agree to it without hesitation."

Chang Luan said: "This opening test is divided into two parts. The first part is a basic test. Each class will select the top four, and the top four of the four classes will form the top sixteen. The second part will be the final round of the top sixteen in the second week of school to determine the final ranking."

"If I want to be the eldest senior brother, I'd better get first place, but it's very difficult. I took the Perfection Pill, and my Qi is perfect. I will be able to circulate blood tomorrow, and it won't be difficult to get into the top four. If I get into the top four, with a little effort, I will most likely get the title of eldest senior brother."

Chang Yuanzhong said: "You should first contact the strongest martial artists, and then cater to their needs. This time, it doesn't matter if you spend a lot of money."

"Dad, there's actually no need to spend so much money." Chang Luan said cautiously.

Chang Yuanzhong sighed and said, "I've done so much just to make your life easier in the future, so you don't have to suffer like I do now. I don't have the ability to send you to Xiongcheng's Wuwei Department, but it's not difficult to send you to Rucheng Wuwei Bureau. The difficult part is how you can get promoted in the future. If you don't prepare step by step now, do you think you can compete with others with your brain and strength?"

Chang Luan chuckled and said, "Of course I can't compare with you."

"Tomorrow I will find a senior from the Xiantian realm to guard your blood circulation, and then I will personally train you. If you fail to become the senior brother by then, I will take back your bank card, cut your pocket money in half, double your training time, and forbid you to go out at night! If those bad friends dare to come after you again, I will crush their legs one by one."

"Dad..." Chang Luan was dumbfounded.

Chang Yuanzhong got up and left.

Chang Luan looked at his father's back and felt a chill down his spine, because his father always did what he said.

Imagining the miserable state he would suffer after failure, Chang Luan took a deep breath.

"Then give it your all!"

Chang Luan used the magic watch to start adding classmates to the class group.

early morning.

Zhou Leng, wearing camouflage trousers and a camouflage short-sleeved shirt, carrying an old schoolbag, was running on the blue jogging track towards Rucheng Wuhan University.

I reported to school yesterday and the opening ceremony is today.

Zhou Leng was running while thinking about the future.

Zhou Leng looked at the Ruge Mountain in front of him. He had been looking at it for more than ten years, but it seemed a little different today.

The future life in the martial arts school makes one's heart beat faster, but there is also a hint of confusion.

The unknown always makes people feel conflicted.

Zhou Leng sensed the ups and downs of his emotions and took a deep breath.

"Today, I have reached a new level. Next, I will work hard to cultivate and strive to be promoted to Xiantian!"

Ahead, a familiar white figure walked out from the street corner.

The girl was wearing a white dress and carrying a light white schoolbag. She turned her head and looked at me with curved eyebrows and a smile on her face.

Xu Qingjin stretched out his fair right arm and waved gently.

"Zhou Leng!"

The sweet and crisp voice is like the song of youth.

Zhou Leng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and nodded, "Xu Qingjin."

"What a coincidence," Xu Qingjin said, "Running to school?"

"Correct."

Xu Qingjin lifted up his white shoes, joined the jogging track, and jogged side by side.

Zhou Leng slowed down his pace.

"We are really gathering together like a great group." Xu Qingjin glanced at Zhou Leng's profile, then turned back.

"Yeah. I remember when we were in elementary school, we were counting on Ruda to get here together."

"Do you still remember?" Xu Qingjin smiled.

Zhou Leng replied: "I always remember it."

Xu Qingjin's steps became lighter.

Zhou Leng asked: "Where are those top students?"

“They all got admitted to other Wuhan universities.”

Zhou Leng glanced at Xu Qingjin's schoolbag and said, "You didn't bring any luggage, so you're not going to school as a day student, are you?"

"I went to the dormitory yesterday and joined a group with my roommates. They are all very nice. Are you planning to go to school as a day student?" Xu Qingjin said.

"Anyway, the martial arts school only has half-day classes, and it's close to home. Plus, I like to go to Xiaoru Village to practice, so I might as well go there as a day student."

After Zhou Leng finished speaking, he looked at Xu Qingjin's white skirt and asked in confusion, "Didn't we have to wear the camouflage uniforms we received yesterday for today's opening ceremony?"

Xu Qingjin's eyes flickered, a faint blush passed across his face, he patted his shoulder and said, "It's in the schoolbag, change it when you get back to school."

"Yeah." Zhou Leng nodded.

"Didn't you realize you forgot something?"

"what?"

Xu Qingjin sighed helplessly and said, "You said you would come to my house for dinner, but I couldn't contact you for the past few days. Then today you sent me a message saying that you were practicing."

"I forgot." Zhou Leng looked embarrassed. He really forgot.

Xu Qingjin said: "Anyway, next time I call you, you are not allowed to refuse."

"Okay, as long as I'm fine, I'll go."

(End of this chapter)