Chapter 12 Top Ten Target The infirmary of a martial arts school is more professional than the infirmary of ordinary schools, because although there is rarely actual combat at this stage, it is inevitable to get injured when practicing martial arts. This single two-story building is entirely filled with medical rooms, except for the innermost room on the first floor, which belongs to Tan Hu, who is responsible for psychological counseling. He is usually not idle. He has to visit each class regularly to help students relieve stress and also receive additional consultations. But today he had some free time, so he sat in the consulting room, took out the works of industry seniors, and prepared to recharge himself. But before he could read it, he heard someone knocking on the door three times, and then Old Wu came in. "Doctor Qin, excuse me, I would like to trouble you to check on the students in our class." Tan Hu quickly stood up to greet him: "Please come in." He thought that since the head teacher had shown up in person, the problem must be serious. Then he saw the familiar student. "you again?" Chen Mo laughed dryly twice, his voice a little hoarse: "Doctor Qin, there is really nothing wrong with my mind. He insisted that I come."
Even though he had accumulated enough experience and opened up his spiritual awareness, he was still a rookie in front of Old Wu, who was several levels higher than him, and could not resist. Qin Hu's expression was a little complicated. Among the several thousand people in the entire martial arts school, the father and son left a relatively deep impression on him. "Still the same question?" Just as Chen Mo was about to speak, he was pushed back by Old Wu. "Xiao Tan, his condition has not improved, but has become worse. What do you think we should do? How about you give him some questions to test him?" Qin Hu was also speechless. Finally, he took out a set of test questions that cost at least ten yuan online and asked Chen Mo to do it. Chen Mo had no choice but to do as he was told. After finishing the task, he happily received a bottle of Vitamin B. After coming out of the infirmary, the father and son stood on the path leading to the teaching building, both with their hands on their hips, sighing. "Forget it. There's still half a year left. Do whatever you want. I want to see if you can get into a martial arts academy." Old Wu was no longer angry. Although the new semester has just started, there is indeed only half a year left. The saying that it takes two years to enter a martial arts academy is actually to comply with the semester system of normal schools. But here in the preparatory martial arts school, the first semester is to lay the foundation, which lasts nearly a year, and the second semester is to catch up with the progress, which lasts for half a year, so a total of one and a half years. The entrance exam to the military academy is in winter, but if you fail then, you will have to wait until the next summer when regular universities start before you can enroll normally. The reason why each class will ask hopeless students at this time whether they would consider transferring to ordinary colleges and universities is because this will allow them to return to normal life one year earlier. Old Wu waited for a while and saw that Chen Mo didn't reply. He just held the thermos and drank water. "Why is it so quiet now? Is it true that taking two vitamins is helpful?" Chen Mo glanced at him and said, "That's enough for today. I'm off work." "." Old Wu banged him on the head twice, and finally couldn't help laughing, "You traitor!"
When school was over today, most of the students in Class 1 did not leave for two reasons. One is that the class will be ranked tomorrow, and only the top ten can participate in the supplementary selection for the inner college, so those who usually rank between 5th and 20th are making their last attempt. The second reason is that several students decided to drop out. "Brothers, when you become grandmasters or martial saints, don't forget about your brothers..." On the playground, a boy named Qian Ruofei said with a smile. He has always been an optimistic person, and at this moment he didn't look as sad as the others who came to say goodbye. Le Mingrui patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, we will always be classmates." Others who were a little more familiar with him also echoed. "I can rest assured that." Qian Ruofei smiled and said, "When I graduate from college, I will register a company specializing in selling training equipment. When the time comes, all the martial arts saints will say a word, and the whole world will come to buy my products, right? I will just be an ordinary rich man." Everyone laughed for a while, but gradually calmed down. Several people who dropped out of school have packed up their things and are heading towards the entrance of the martial arts school. That is the direction of the setting sun. When the star rises again tomorrow, they will no longer be there. Finally, Qian Ruofei stopped at the gate. He looked back at the place where he had worked for a year and couldn't help feeling a lump in his throat. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and said to the others, "Let's go. It will be easy for us from now on." Just after he finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned because there was one more person in the team. "Chen Mo, why are you leaving too? Why don't you make a sprint? We still have to sort tomorrow, so stop it, buddy." He spoke with a slightly nasal tone, and to cover it up, he laughed a few times after he finished speaking. Chen Mo did not respond, but only said, "I will succeed." Several people who still haven't figured it out were all stunned for a moment, because seeing his determined look, it didn't feel like a vision, but a description of a definite fact. "Then, then you, yes, must succeed." Qian Ruofei said, "There has to be someone in our group of poor students who can stand up!" He didn't know why, but after saying this, he felt as if he had found something to rely on. "That's right, Chen Mo, I'll give you my dumbbells." "I'll give you this pair of gloves, too." "And my elbow pads." A group of people took things out of their schoolbags, as if they had found a person to raise, and started feeding him on the spot. Chen Mo was also speechless for a while until Qian Ruofei took off a pendant from his neck. On it was a vermilion translucent ball, the size of a peanut, which looked very tempting. "Take this red tassel stone. I bought it at the Eight Gates counter. It can help you calm your mind when practicing the mind method. I don't need it anyway." Everyone fell silent.
This is a truly good thing, and its efficacy can be guaranteed, because the word "Bamen" stands for credibility, and behind it is the Bamen Martial Arts Academy, which is a first-class martial arts academy in China. This martial arts academy has produced two extraordinary people who have achieved sainthood. One of them is now the dean. He is an expert in martial arts and a true martial saint. With someone like him in charge, the Bamen Department Store has been thriving in recent years. Even if the Martial Arts Academy is not taken into consideration, a large number of people will contribute high amounts of money just for the sake of a Martial Saint. Chen Mo stared at the pendant and then remembered that Qian Ruofei's family seemed to be quite wealthy. No wonder he joked about starting a company. He waved his hand and pushed the item back: "Forget it, it's too expensive, and there's no use for me holding it." His way of increasing his morale is to gain points by being talkative. Although this pendant is expensive, it is still relatively basic and is of little help to him. Qian Ruofei misunderstood the second half of his sentence and pretended to be angry, "Well, you are so proud now that you have broken through the realm, right? You look down on me, isn't it just awakening and refining qi?" Chen Mo slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, that's right. I just remembered that I'm a genius in trouble, unlike you guys. Kneel down!" "You're asking for a beating!" "Don't run! Stop!" The backs of a group of young people are getting farther and farther away in the sunset. (End of this chapter)