night.

Because it was a four-person room, Fang Ping stopped practicing the "Tempering Method" and took advantage of his free time to stand there for a while.

During the break, several people moved the two beds together and used them as a bunk bed.

It is rare to have such an experience. Except for Fang Ping, who has had such an experience, the others are all high school students and have never experienced university dormitory treatment.

Fang Ping didn't say much this night, but the others chatted for a long time.

…

May 1st.

When I woke up in the morning, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Outside the room, students were walking back and forth, and a teacher started knocking on the door from room to room.

"Everyone, get up quickly and meet downstairs!"

"Get your ID card and admission ticket!"

"Those who prepared the elixir, start taking it now!"

"..."

With shouts and shouts, the students began to go downstairs one after another.

Fang Ping and others also got up early and left the room before the teacher knocked on the door.

As soon as a few people went out, they vaguely heard someone crying, "I'm sick, and my blood has dropped badly..."

"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry for you..."

The sound of crying could be heard in the distance, and teachers had already begun to go over to comfort her.

Getting sick before the physical examination is the biggest blow to martial arts candidates.

As soon as a person becomes sick and his Qi and blood decline, he is already struggling to meet the standard of stepping on the line.

At this time, an illness almost completely ended the candidates' hopes.

This is more cruel than missing the college entrance examination. Martial Arts candidates spend too much money!

After a year's delay, some families are already in dire straits and cannot afford to repeat their studies, so they have no choice but to give up.

Several people felt sad when they heard this. Wu Zhihao sighed softly: "Being sick at this time... is really..."

He didn't know how to say it, and there was no other way except sympathy.

The order to assemble was still being conveyed. Several people looked back and saw that the crying still did not stop.

At this time, they didn't bother to check the situation and followed the others downstairs.

…

downstairs.

As the students went downstairs, teachers from various high schools shouted with loudspeakers.

"Those from No. 1 Middle School, come here and line up!"

"Come here from No. 2 Middle School!"

"Gathering of the Fifth Middle School!"

"..."

Fang Ping and others walked to the meeting point of No. 1 Middle School. After a while, the teacher leading the group began to call the roll call.

When the roll call came, one person was missing.

The teacher didn't say anything, but someone in the crowd took pity on him and said, "Xiao Liang from class (8) didn't come. I heard he had a severe fever..."

"Is it Xiao Liang who was crying just now? What a pity. His blood is just 110 calories. He has great hope."

"Who says it's not the case? It's good now, but there's no chance of it happening this year."

"There will be no chance in the future. The admission threshold is getting higher every year, and the conditions of Xiao Liang's family are not very good..."

The students were talking in low voices, and the teacher leading the group shouted loudly: "Everyone, be quiet!"

"Students, the martial arts exam has officially begun!"

“Whether to go to Wuhan University or not is the first watershed in our lives!

But you have to remember, this is not the last one!"

"We will do our best to pass the physical examination later, which is worthy of joy!

Don’t give up even if you don’t pass the test!

You are still young, you still have hope, and you still have a future!

If we can't go to Wuhan University, we can take training classes. If we can't go to training classes, we can join the army...

Even if that doesn't work, there are other ways we can go!

The path to martial arts is not limited to Wuhan University.

After graduation, we can join a big group, work hard, and perform well, and the group can also train you to become a warrior!

The road ahead is long..."

Teachers began to give students chicken soup for the soul, which may not be effective for adults, but for these immature students, the effect is still there.

After a few minutes, the leading teacher stopped speaking.

Outside the hotel, Tan Zhenping appeared behind everyone at some unknown time.

"Students, the location of this physical examination is at the first physical examination point in Ruiyang, 300 meters away. Now, everyone, line up and come with me!"

Tan Zhenping did not use a loudspeaker, nor did he shout at the top of his lungs, but the shouting still reached the ears of more than a thousand students.

This is the strength of a warrior!

Powerful energy and blood burst out from Tan Zhenping's body. Even if others were not as keen as Fang Ping, they could still feel the power of the speaker at this time.

…

Everyone is walking towards the first physical examination point.

The Tan brothers suddenly appeared in front of Fang Ping, and then without saying a word, they pulled Fang Ping forward.

Fang Ping was speechless and said depressedly: "What are you doing?"

"I've got something for you!"

While Tan Hao was talking, he had already pulled Fang Ping to the front.

At this moment, in front of the crowd, Tan Zhenping stopped and was standing aside.

There were several students beside Tan Zhenping.

Although Fang Ping was not familiar with Zhou Bin and Chen Jie from No. 1 Middle School, they had seen each other and looked familiar.

There are two other people, one boy and one girl, who should be from other schools and whom Fang Ping is not familiar with.

When Fang Ping came over, Tan Zhenping also finished explaining to several people.

Zhou Bin and others glanced at Fang Ping, who was being pulled over by the Tan brothers. Without communicating, they nodded and entered the student team.

As soon as they left, Tan Zhenping was left with the Tan brothers and Fang Ping.

After glancing at Fang Ping, Tan Zhenping smiled and said, "Classmate Fang Ping, your energy and blood should be above 130 calories, right?"

"I'm going!"

It was Tan Hao who said this. Although he knew that Fang Ping's qi and blood were not low, he didn't say that Fang Ping's qi and blood were above 130 calories yesterday!

Fang Ping did not deny it and nodded.

Tan Zhenping saw this and smiled again: "That's good, there is something I want to talk to you, classmate Fang Ping."

"Uncle Tan, please tell me."

"Ruiyang City has a total of 5 counties, 3 districts and 1 city. As a county-level city, Yangcheng City is also among the best among the administrative agencies under Ruiyang's jurisdiction.

However, Yangcheng is slightly better than 5 counties, and worse than several districts in Ruiyang.

In the annual martial arts examination, how many students meet the standard and how many are admitted to Wuhan University...

Educational assessment is a top priority and a rigid indicator!"

Tan Zhenping briefly introduced a few words and concluded that there is also great competition within Ruiyang.

Education assessment indicators in various places are the focus.

Many people are thinking about the brand of YC county-level city.

Once it has been suppressed by others for several consecutive years, especially by five counties, it is difficult to say whether it will be replaced by others in the future.

Of course, these struggles have little to do with Fang Ping.

Tan Zhenping came to Fang Ping for one purpose.
To be continued...