I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 5 Class Adjustment Test
The next day.

Ningcheng No. [-] Middle School, the class adjustment test site.

A senior high school student walked into the school gate with a heavy expression.

Today is their last class adjustment test before the college entrance examination.

This means that if they fail to enter the ideal class today, they will never have the opportunity to enjoy more excellent resources.

The ideal university is also getting farther and farther away.

Of course, not without a smile on his face.

This group of people either have sufficient confidence in themselves and have no worries at all, or they accept the status quo and completely mess it up.

But no matter what their attitude towards today's test was, their attitude towards someone passing by was pretty consistent.

Amidst the attention of many students, Fang Qingran walked into the school gate with two branches crossed in an "X" shape on his back, gnawing on the pancake fruit in his hand.

However, before he had gone far, he was stopped by a person.

"Could it be my turn to play tricks?"

Fang's eyes sharpened instantly.

The auntie, dressed in an orange cleaner's costume, raised the dustpan and gestured towards the branches behind him.

"Well... this auntie...they're not rubbish..."

After eating the pancake fruit in two or three bites, and licking the crispy and potato shreds that fell out of the plastic bag, Fang Qingran explained while throwing the plastic bag into the dustpan.

"What is that, can this student explain?"

The dean at the school gate came up and pushed his glasses.

After some careful observation, it was confirmed that these were purely two branches, not some branches disguised as high-tech cheating tools, and stepped back to the side, showing a questioning look at Fang Qingran.

"arms."

Fang Qingran's expression did not change.

"Oh, so it's a weapon. It's normal to carry it. After all, today is the class adjustment test..."

Halfway through the speech, the voice of the dean suddenly froze.

"Wait, Wu what...?"

He raised his head and saw Fang Qingran who was about to leave, he quickly chased after him a few steps.

Immediately, as if he understood something, he shook his head violently, tears streaming down the spot, and his thinning hair fluttered in the wind.

Forget it, there is nothing to ask.

Asking again, wouldn't it be tantamount to stabbing a knife in the heart of a child.

So pathetic wow!
Secretly remembering the young boy's thin back, he decided to go back and write an article, which will be played on the radio at lunchtime tomorrow, and he will read it to the students affectionately.

Look at his firm steps and stubborn back!
So what if there are no weapons and family difficulties!

This is the posture that a warrior should have!
Must be named and praised!

On the other side, Fang Qingran who came to the student gathering area didn't feel that he had anything to be pitied at all.

Since he got two branches, he walks with the wind!
Today, in order to provide himself with a good and nutritious breakfast, he asked the proprietress of the pancake and fruit cart to add an extra egg to him without hesitation.

Really no hesitation!

The moment he paid, he noticed the envious eyes of his classmates from the same school who were queuing up behind him, without saying anything.

Look, as an ordinary student, would he dare to imagine such a luxurious way of eating?
This is the difference!
Untiing the branch and putting it on the side of his legs, Fang Qingran sat down in a corner where he could observe the audience.

The class adjustment test is held in the multi-purpose gymnasium built by the school with huge investment.

This is the financial power of a top high school in the city!

In most ordinary high schools, the number of people practicing martial arts in one grade can be counted on ten fingers, so it is naturally impossible to spend huge sums of money to build such things.

Ningcheng No. [-] Middle School is one of the top educational groups in Ningcheng High School, and the competition is much fiercer in comparison.

The martial arts department set up in the school is divided into three levels: elite class, ordinary class, and advanced class.

The total number of people can add up to more than 100 people.

Fang Qingran, who successfully completed the lottery, glanced over the squares in the stadium one by one, sizing them up with great interest.

Among them, there are several venues where students have already started fighting under the arrangement of the teacher.

"Hey, I feel like we are brothers and sisters, this class adjustment test is doomed."

Wearing a long-sleeved martial arts uniform, a young man about the same age as Fang Qingran sat down beside Fang Qingran, his face wrinkled into a ball.

Hearing this, Fang Qingran took a look, and his gaze stayed on the other party for a while.

If I remember correctly, the other party's name should be Li Zhengdao.

The impression is not deep, ordinary classmate relationship.

In terms of strength, and before he got the branch, he is indeed a match for chess and a good talent.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that this guy seems to be a lot stronger than last week.

The chest and back are slightly raised, as if something is hidden.

"Could it be the inner armor?"

Fang Qingran muttered in his heart.

It's okay to say about weapons, armor and other things are not something that ordinary families can hold.

Generally speaking, in various martial arts competitions, such props will not be banned deliberately, because these are recognized as a part of strength just like luck.

Of course, if it's the indiscriminate means off the court, he will say otherwise.

"It's my turn!"

Li Zhengdao, who was pointing at the electronic display screen, stood up, turning his eyes from side to side.

"Let me see, where is field number nine? The opponent is..."

His voice suddenly disappeared.

Fang Qingran, who was looking at the electronic screen, also noticed his opponent's name.

Zhou Yuanwu.

very familiar name.

For him who is in the ordinary class, he is too familiar with it.

Looking down at the field marked nine, Fang Qingran observed the opponent from head to toe, his eyes seemed to be half-open, like a strong young man detached from the world.

Zhou Yuanwu did not carry any weapons.

He played empty-handed.

This scene is not noticeable.

Because since entering high school, their class monitor, Zhou Yuanwu, the strongest in the ordinary class, has always been like this.

There were rumors in the school that Zhou Yuanwu had already reached the threshold of being able to enter the elite class, but for some reason, in every class adjustment test, he always gave up the opportunity to enter the elite class at the last minute.

According to gossip, it was because he had a crush on the elite class, and someone from Zhou failed to confess, so he was embarrassed to go in.

Of course, this news has not been confirmed by me.

After about half a minute, Zhou Yuanwu slowly opened his eyes.

Li Zhengdao swallowed his saliva, and stepped into the No. [-] venue with a little timidity.

He touched his chest subconsciously, feeling the hard and cold touch, and his nervousness was barely relieved.

The part-time referee teacher waited for both of them to enter the arena and raised his arms.

He stared deeply at Li Zhengdao, then turned his gaze to Zhou Yuanwu.

"Mortal wisdom……"

Zhou Yuanwu raised his eyelids.

I don't know who this sentence is for.

Li Zhengdao blushed when he heard the other party's words.

He was about to open his mouth to refute, but the teacher took a step back:
"Please get ready, both sides!"

After counting down to three, his hand swung down heavily.

"?!"

Li Zhengdao, who was always on guard, was blinded, and his chest and back clothes exploded, revealing two hard steel plates close to his body.

He opened his mouth, his blood surged, his eyes stared, and only Zhou Yuanwu's back was left in his mind.

Bang, bang.

The steel plates landed one after another, deafening and resounding throughout the stadium.

On its surface, a palm print is recessed, and it protrudes from the steel plate on the back, penetrating three points into the steel!
Fang Qingran in the stands also carried the two branches on his back at this moment.

On the electronic screen, a line of information is displayed.

[Venue No. [-], the ordinary class will face each other...]

(End of this chapter)