I'm not the underworld

Chapter 882

Several nearby "distinguished guests" listened with pricked ears, all of them looked confused, until the official who was talking to the governor of Shu City responded, and hurriedly called someone to talk to the Seventh Middle School.

The principal of the No. [-] Middle School had noticed the movement here a long time ago, and when he was found to "talk", he looked flustered.

Busily using the excuse of urination, I went down to communicate with the reference team of my school.

In the second round, Chen Yifan was drawn to the lower order of the competition. Because the space was limited, it was his turn to wait for the people in front of him to compete.

So, he returned to the VIP seat.

"What are you talking about?" Chen Yifan couldn't help asking when he saw that after he left, the "VIPs" in this row were chatting enthusiastically.

"Ahem, let's just... chat casually!" The Shu City Manager replied with a smile.

He had just received a "lesson" and knew that Chen Yifan was an "upright" person, so how could he tell the matter of telling someone to remind the Seventh Middle School just now.

However, he might have forgotten one thing. He is a cultivator, so he could hear Chen Yifan's threat to a middle school student in the ring just now.

Chen Yifan was also a cultivator, and he was a cultivator who was much stronger than him, so how could he really not hear what they were saying just now.

Chen Yifan glanced at the manager of Shu City, and while sitting down, he said, "It's quite perfunctory? It seems that I shouldn't be sitting here."

The governor of the city of Shu was startled, and hurriedly said: "Master, you misunderstood, you really misunderstood!"

"Why shouldn't you sit here, no one else can sit in this seat except you!"

Looking at the eager general manager of Shu City, Chen Yifan shook his head slightly: "Look at the competition!"

After all, turn your gaze into the distance.

In the arena, there are currently twelve Jinghua Middle School students competing with their opponents.

Chen Yifan's eyes wandered over them, pausing for a moment on someone at random, paying attention to his competition.

The competition started 2 minutes ago. For these students who are new to cultivation and whose strength is not yet high, the competition at this point is a tense time.

A student from Class [-] of Jinghua Middle School was fighting with his opponent to a critical moment, because his own strength was only in the middle or lower among the reference students of Class [-] of Jinghua Middle School, and it was really difficult to fight against this third seed player.

But at the moment when he was about to lose, the student in class one suddenly felt a tremor all over his body, and then found the pair of eyes staring at him coldly.

He was so frightened that he aroused his strongest potential in the past 16 years on the spot, and suddenly displayed a strength far beyond his normal level, turning defeat into victory with one move.

The opponent, who was already happy, looked confused. Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?
This guy has been hiding his clumsiness just now?

As the whistle blew, the players from the third middle school who were about to win were suddenly defeated.

"I won! Our Jinghua Middle School is not a hot chicken!" Because of this glance, a class of students who won by accident could not restrain their inner joy, and shouted involuntarily.

It is not only to vent the world's dissatisfaction with his school's prejudice, but also to prove something, he is not a hot chicken, he can also create his own value.

This cry spread throughout the stadium, even causing an echo.

The high-pitched and excited shouts echoed in the stadium, and the other Jinghua Middle School students who were in the competition could not help feeling heroic when they heard it.

"Jinghua Middle School, it's not hot chicken! Your prejudices should end here!"

Someone responded, and as he yelled through gnashing of teeth, the opponent was knocked to the ground.

One after another, similar shouts came from all over the stadium, from the arena of the competition, from the stands for watching, and even... the edge of the VIP seats, who was aroused like a child, stood up and followed shouted the old headmaster.

At this time, he really looked like a child.

As a headmaster, an "old man" who should be steady, but he is not steady and shouts along with those young boys who are full of vigor.

Because, this is what he has always wanted to tell and prove to the world.

Jinghua Middle School should not be a hot chicken school that suffers from prejudice, and should not be a "hot chicken pile" where parents throw unruly students who are difficult to discipline.

These students are not hot chickens. Parents should not throw them into the "garbage dump" in their own eyes with this mentality.

A rush of anger and a sense of relief and confidence wafted through the stadium.

Whether it was students and teachers from other schools, or the VIPs in the VIP seats, they all felt the shock.

Is this still...the irrelevant and hopeless school in their eyes?
With this cry, the competitions of the Jinghua Middle School students came to an end, with all victories, and no one was eliminated.

Did these guys suddenly eat Jinkela?

Their opponents couldn't help being shocked and inexplicable.

Since that shout sounded, these guys from Jinghua Middle School, as if they had eaten Jinkela and took a powerful pill, displayed an incomparably stronger strength than before.

Every student from Jinghua Middle School is like this.

This is a cohesive force that others can't understand. Why can these students' emotions be mobilized by just a shout?
This makes the teachers and students of other schools find it difficult to understand. How can Jinghua Middle School do this?
That is of course because... For them, school is just a place to learn "knowledge".

But for the students of Jinghua Middle School, they are the same group, a group that is roughly judged as "spicy" and "inferior" by the world because of their deficiencies in one aspect.

They empathize with each other, they are such bad people, but now they glow with dazzling brilliance, and they can use their strength to prove the wrongness of the world's opinions.

Their mood is the same, and they never want to be the one who drags their feet.

They are absolutely unwilling to give up this only chance to prove themselves.

Jinghua Middle School is the carrier that unites them, and their feelings for this carrier are far better than ordinary students' feelings for the school.

Many years later, the students of this class of Jinghua Middle School were unwilling to believe this matter again.

The one who rescued them and helped them break out of the abyss of depravity turned out to be a "good student" that they were very disdainful at the time.

It was a good exam, but the emotional atmosphere was mobilized and controlled by the students of Jinghua Middle School, as if this was their stage, and the people from other schools were the foils!
In fact, at this time, they are also qualified to be the protagonists, because they have achieved a record that they can be proud of.

Chen Yifan nodded slightly, got up and walked towards the ring where he was competing.

It's okay, in the round just now, no one was eliminated, basically meeting his expectations.

(End of this chapter)