I Didn't Get Into The Warrior High School And Had No Choice But To Draw My Sword.

"Short-sighted? Selfish? What kind of joke are you talking about!?"

"I admit that some of what you said makes sense. We warriors who graduated from Wuhan University are going to the frontier and slaying demons. If it can improve the overall strength, that is definitely a good thing."

"But, I think you got one thing wrong."

"Which is more important, cultivating a group of high-level warriors or cultivating a top warrior?"

"If we don't give priority to focusing resources on those with good talents and strong strength, will you come to stop the cult saints!? Will you come to kill the true breed of Dahuang!?"

"Do you think that being unconventional will make you stand out and make people think you are far-sighted?"

"No, I think you are just trying to use some correct examples to make others agree with your so-called correct but actually wrong views!"

After these words, the senior sister who had previously accused the school and Wu Fan did not post for a long time, as if she had been silenced.

"Well said! Just kill!"

"Phew! My heart suddenly became much clearer!"

"This guy is simply my internet mouthpiece. He says everything I want to say!"

To be honest, if this statement were placed in some other places, maybe many people would actually agree with her point of view.

But sorry, this is the campus network of Huaxia Wuhan University. More than 90% of the students here have the ability to think independently. In other words, only true knowledge and insights can be recognized.

On the other side, the principal's office.

"I guess there are many freshmen who hate me now." Zheng Qiang sat on the leather sofa, picked up the water glass on the black nanmu table, opened the cup and took a sip of Pu'er tea.

"Why are we making this kind of rule? Why isn't the time longer? Why should we give extra credits to students in the Qianlong class?" Zheng Qiang said jokingly, imitating the tone of some students.

Hearing his words, several other people in the office laughed out loud, and the environment and atmosphere were very relaxed.

"I have to say that the battle design this time is really meaningful. It is a battle between a group of geniuses and a group of geniuses."

"Genius defeats genius, then the so-called genius is not genius, which proves that most of the freshmen in this class are worthy of our training."

"But the result now is that the genius of Qianlong Class has proven himself, so all the resources of this class will be tilted towards the students of Qianlong Class."

Liu Jianghua said with some admiration, perhaps in the eyes of the public, this is just a very ordinary entrance battle, fighting each other to let the strong shine and let the weak recognize themselves.

But its real core is the battle for resource tilt.

The freshmen didn't know, and Wu Fan and the others didn't know either, but it was precisely in this seemingly unimportant test that some potential things could be revealed.

"Principal Zheng's test has another effect."

Mulan Jin on the other side also added that she was wearing stiletto heels, with her legs crossed in black silk stockings, her cheongsam skirt was slit to the top of her thighs, and her snow-white skin was very eye-catching.

"This school breakout battle is to prepare for the National Freshman Martial Arts Competition in advance."

After hearing Mulanjin's words, everyone else in the office looked at Zheng Qiang, which revealed a meaning: You want to compete for the championship of this year's National Freshman Martial Arts Competition! ?

"I admire you."

Liu Jianghua thought that the independent admissions examination he designed was already very good, but he didn't expect Principal Zheng to be more experienced than him.

"The freshmen in Qianlong Class this year are very strong. Perhaps this is the year that they have the best chance of winning the championship again." Mulanjin, as the person in charge of the summer training camp, is Shen Zishuang's direct leader, so she has no idea about the situation of Qianlong Class. Very understanding.

"Then let's do it again this year?"

"Go, go, go!"

...

Wu Fan's body finally recovered slowly under the treatment of a group of senior students.

"Thanks."

After Wu Fan thanked the seniors who had almost exhausted all their spiritual energy to treat him, he reluctantly stood up and walked forward.

He walked slowly and even staggered a little, because although the superficial injuries were healed, the deeper injuries still required formal treatment in the hospital.

Many freshmen have accepted the fact of failure. At this time, the South Gate has no barrier to prevent them from entering, but they are still unwilling to leave for a long time.

When they saw Wu Fan walking past them, the freshmen all looked at him with complicated eyes.

It was precisely because of this person's last resistance that they suffered a disastrous defeat in this breakout battle. It was foreseeable that this incident would become a joke and would be passed down in China Wuhan University forever.

for example.

"Hey, do you know? A very funny thing happened before. More than 5,000 freshmen beat more than 20 freshmen, and there was no beating for two hours. Can you believe it?"

Should they hate Wu Fan when they become the laughing stock?

Maybe narrow-minded people will, or people with poor family conditions and a shortage of cultivation resources will.

But after hatred, some people will turn this hatred into the motivation to move forward, hoping that one day they can get back what they lost. This is what a Huaxia Wushu University student should do.

Besides hatred, they also have admiration.

Because Wu Fan and his classmates from the Qianlong Class had accomplished something that almost everyone thought was impossible, they had taken this battle seriously from the beginning.

What is the gap?

This is the difference!

This start-of-term battle actually has a third level of significance, which is to teach these freshmen who have just entered Wuhan University a lesson. Each of them was high-spirited when they came, feeling that they were the best in the world. That group of people.

Pride can easily make people arrogant and complacent, and this defeat just poured cold water on this group of impetuous young people, allowing them to calm down and take a good look at themselves.

When Wu Fan walked to the school, the freshmen made way for him, and then they stood there and watched him leave quietly.

Just when Wu Fan was about to walk away, he suddenly turned around and scanned everyone present with his eyes. After seeing the expressions of thousands of freshmen clearly, he said:

"Perhaps in your eyes, I am an enemy who takes away your credits and your precious training resources."

"But I want to say it."

"If one day we are no longer opponents, but stand together and fight side by side to fight against enemies outside the school."

"At that time, you will find that the opponent you once hated the most..."

"Became the strongest teammate!"

When Wu Fan said these words, everyone present trembled inwardly.

"The credits you lost today, I will use them in the National Martial Arts Competition..."

"Get it back for you!"