Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

Picking up trash!?

These three words are quite insulting.

Wu Lie blushed instantly: "Holy crap..."

"sit down!"

Jiang Lang said in a deep voice.

Wu Lie held his breath for a while, his neck stiff, before he could barely swallow his anger.

Cao Yu raised his eyebrows, surprised that Jiang Lang and Gui Yan were so calm.

Jiang Lang smiled and waved to the person at the next table: "Student Shen?"

"What's wrong with Jiang?"

Shen Weiwei walked over, her smile quite polite, as if she didn't take the previous incident of trying to snatch someone to heart.

Jiang Lang's voice suddenly rose an octave: "Do you know that when Liaocheng fell, your instructors didn't even sound the alarm before abandoning the city and fleeing?"

His voice was loud, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

For a moment, the entire hall fell silent.

Shen Weiwei's eyes widened; she hadn't expected Jiang Lang to speak so boldly.

Cao Yu was so angry that his temples throbbed. He hadn't expected Jiang Lang to be so loud and bring up such a matter so openly.

Jiang Lang kept talking: "I remember when he was running away, he even used several military vehicles to transport mattresses to his mistress, and had his confidants run behind the military vehicles. As a result, they were all affected."

"You're talking nonsense!"

This was pure fabrication. Even Cao Yu, with his thick skin, couldn't hold back anymore: "When did I ever order military vehicles...?"

Jiang Lang interrupted loudly, "So you admit you abandoned the city and fled?"

Cao Yu: "?"

Jiang Lang looked at Shen Weiwei: "I said, Professor Hu is also a pillar of Qiqihar University, so why does he bring all sorts of garbage into the group?"

Shen Weiwei: "..."

Whispers arose. The incident back then had caused quite a stir, and many people knew that Cao Yu had been to a military court. However, over the years, people rarely mentioned it anymore, since they were bound to run into each other again.

But since someone has gone so far as to expose this matter in public, who can resist saying a few words?

Although there is a gene of "friendship among all races" deep in the bloodline of Qida University, many teachers and students were sent in by various warlords in order to share the fruits of their labor.

For soldiers, no matter how much you argue, abandoning a city and fleeing is a shameful thing.

The whispers felt like a stone pressing down on Cao Yu's chest, making him feel incredibly suffocated, and his gaze towards Jiang Lang turned fierce.

Jiang Lang scoffed, "What? You want to fight? Are you trying to say, 'I can't handle the barbarians who massacred the city, but I can handle a troublemaker like you?' No wonder you're a colonel, you're really arrogant!"

Cao Yu: "?"

Jiang Lang curled his lip and lowered his voice, saying, "If you don't dare to make a move, then get lost! You've been hiding for years without anyone scolding you, have you really developed hallucinations? You're covered in shit, yet you dare to come and fight in a losing situation, I've never seen such a brain-dead person as you!"

Cao Yu certainly couldn't make a move; with his abilities, killing an arrogant young man would be as easy as drinking water.

But this is the school's welcome party. A colonel attacking a child? Doesn't he fear being laughed at?

Besides... Jiang Tai is not someone to be trifled with.

His eyes twitched several times, but he ultimately swallowed his words and gave a cold snort: "See you tomorrow!"

That's all.

He turned and left.

Shen Weiwei could only smile to cover her embarrassment and quickly followed.

"Oh shit!"

Wu Lie cursed. He was really furious just now, but luckily Jiang Lang was there to verbally abuse him, which calmed the redness on his face.

young people!

Jiang Lang looked at Ghost Eye: "You actually managed to hold back from saying anything just now."

Ghost Eye cursed, "I'm bad with words, I'm afraid of giving him a opening."

"I'm also bad with words, cheers to our bad with words."

"..."

The verbal battle was just a minor incident and was quickly forgotten.

The welcome party started quickly, hosted by a popular movie star from Yunjin. The party began with a eulogy on the glorious history of Qiqihar University. Although it sounded nice, it was essentially just official jargon and platitudes.

The opening program came quickly, a medley of dances, all of which are new dance styles that have become very popular in the arts in recent years.

There's the "Green Vein Wind" that mimics the swaying of plants, the "Marrow Tower Wind" that imitates the formations of insectoid races, and dance styles that draw inspiration from other races. These dance styles aren't just niche interests within the arts community; they've become a widespread phenomenon throughout Yunjin, from top to bottom.

Especially in affluent areas with larger living spaces, white-collar workers who have just finished get off work often dance in large squares after get off work, adding a vibrant and competitive atmosphere to the nightlife of Yunjin. Each dancer exudes a sense of relaxed yet meticulous care.

Say something.

Visually speaking, these dances are actually quite good.

Unfortunately, Jiang Lang and his group weren't interested. They focused on eating the whole time and soon finished. They sat listlessly in their chairs, debating whether to leave early.

Just then, it was time for the toasting at the next table. One by one, the martial arts performers stood up to offer toasts, first to the students of the school who were officially enrolled, and then to their instructor, Cao Yu. Throughout the toast, they were bowing their heads, as if they wanted to touch the base of the table with the rim of their cups.

Then there's the instructor, who is respected by the students of this school. This time it's a bit better, but students from disadvantaged backgrounds are still inevitably subjected to martial arts training.

Zhao Ming gripped his wine glass, looking somewhat flustered. He whispered a few words to Chen Hang, and the two prepared to stand up.

Jiang Lang stood up first: "Let's all have a toast! Come on, guys, don't do those weird things."

Everyone: "!!!"

……

Jiang Lang and his group eventually slipped away ahead of schedule.

Xu Xiaokui continued her experiments.

Ghost Eyes continued to explain tactics to the martial arts performers.

Jiang Lang also assigned some tasks, which included screening the newborn decay wave radiation data published by the school.

The last one wasn't a formal martial arts competition; it was just a way for each group to select martial artists with good combat awareness. With so many eyes watching, there was virtually no chance of a hidden gem being overlooked.

But that doesn't mean the rest are all useless.

Although their combat talent is relatively weak, they can still defy fate with another statistic.

That is the body's adaptability to decay waves. As soon as the previous round of selection was over, this group of martial arts students collectively underwent the implantation of a base station in their foreheads. Immediately afterwards, the base station was activated in a unified manner, and then the activation time of full-band radiation exposure was calculated.

The shorter the activation time, the stronger the decay wave's adaptability, and the smoother the cultivation will be in the future.

Judging solely from the attribute of "experimental material," this data is even more important than combat awareness.

This is also the data that Jiang Lang values ​​most.

Only by achieving this high level of data can Su Yunchang's research capabilities be fully unleashed, helping him find further avenues for advancement.

Judging from the tables published by the school, the quality of this year's martial arts students is quite good, with the top ten rankings being quite impressive.

We need to contact them beforehand and grab a few more.

Jiang Lang had already contacted them in advance, planning to reconnect with them after returning home, at least to watch his martial arts performer's competition tomorrow.

Under the cover of night, he left the school gate, but before he had taken two steps, a car stopped next to him.

"Brother! Get in the car, I'll give you a ride."

"Hmm? Xiaoyi?"

Jiang Lang was somewhat surprised: "The welcome party isn't over yet, why are you out here?"

Jiang Yi hesitated, her lips trembling, "I can't stand that atmosphere..."

Jiang Lang: "..."

Come to think of it, this girl is different from me. She's obedient and smart, and the treatment she receives from the Jiang family is almost the same as that of a "legitimate daughter."

After so many days of school, the martial arts students have been disciplined to a certain extent, and the atmosphere of clear class distinctions has returned to Qida University. This is not just the case in Hu Lintian's group.

No wonder this girl can't stand it.

Jiang Lang smiled and sat in the passenger seat: "It's better not to stay in this messy place."

Before he could finish speaking...

Jiang Yi's phone rang.

After the call connected, Jiang Tai's angry voice came from the other end: "Xiao Yi, why did you leave the welcome party early? You have no manners at all. What will others think of the Jiang family's upbringing?"

Upon hearing Jiang Tai's voice, Jiang Yi's expression immediately tightened, and she quickly explained, "Dad, I mainly..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Lang snatched her phone away.

Jiang Lang's voice was a bit loud: "Dad, I publicly berated that scoundrel Cao Yu today. Doesn't that damage the Jiang family's reputation?"

Jiang Tai: "..."