Chapter 17 Old Wu breaks the defense The mornings at the martial arts school are always the same. Before the weather got too hot, all the students found advantageous positions on the playground. Those places with shade are of course the most popular and belong to those who arrive early, but generally speaking, the strongest people in the class can occupy a small space because others are always willing to share with them in exchange for some experience in practice. This is the basic law of the extraordinary world. It is not even very obvious in the martial arts school stage, but after entering the martial arts academy, this phenomenon will become more common and specific. There was always a place for Huang Cui under the big tree in the corner of the playground, not because she went there to squeeze together with others, but because she always came early and started practicing. But now, she was squatting on the side with Chen Mo, talking about something. "Kukukukuku" In order not to disturb others, they both kept their laughter low. "You mean, it feels a little loose? Is there a chance to open the second orifice?" Chen Mo asked in a low voice.
Huang Cui nodded quickly, looking very happy: "There is a chance." Chen Mo watched her put on the elbow pad on her last hand, stood up and patted his butt: "If you can open up one more skill before the selection, you may have a chance to enter the inner courtyard. Go and practice, I won't bother you anymore." Huang Cui also stood up and asked, "What about you?" "I'm going to bother others." ? Huang Cui was bewildered. Chen Mo has nothing to do now. Before the labels were changed, he could harass the teachers, since they usually had nothing to do early in the morning anyway. But now the audience required geniuses, and he couldn't really disturb others from practicing. Even if he wanted to disturb them, he had to do it during their break. But the problem is that no one goes to rest early in the morning. Basically, no one relaxes until noon. Chen Mo walked around the playground and didn't find a suitable target, so he went to the teacher's office. "Coming?" Old Wu and others didn't know what he was going to do, and thought they were going to be greeted with another round of chattering, but after a few minutes, they found that the devilish whispering did not sound, and they couldn't help but raise their heads. Chen Mo was seen lying by the window on the other side of the corridor, looking at the teachers with a scrutinizing expression. Old Wu held the cup, blew on the tea leaves floating on the water, and asked casually, "What are you looking at? Slurp." "Teacher Wu, let me ask you a question." Chen Mo seemed a little hesitant. Old Wu was amused: "Tell me, are you going to start from the origin of mankind this time, or are you going to imagine the end of the extraordinary road?" Chen Mo said calmly, "I'm just an ordinary student at a preparatory martial arts school. There's no need to discuss such a big topic." Zhu Xiaoju and Zhang Gangqiang were both shocked: Then what about those meridian foundation theory and physical fitness building basic theory that you have been talking about for several days! Old Wu snorted, but was not angry. Anyway, Chen Mo was no longer the fallen genius who was stuck in the Qi Refining Stage. He was in the top ten of the class who had opened up his mind, which was an important indicator of performance growth. He held the teacup in his hand and asked again, "So what exactly do you want to ask? Slurp."
Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, his expression a little tangled, as if he had something to hide, but in the end he still said: "Are you a genius?" "puff--" Old Wu didn't expect that such a sentence would come out of his mouth. He coughed twice and said seriously, "I was admitted to the Martial Academy back then. The admission rate was even lower than it is now. This, considering the situation at that time, can barely be considered." Then he discovered that Chen Mo's face still maintained that complicated expression, and there was even a hint of sympathy in it. Old Wu couldn't sit still any longer: "No, what do you mean?" Chen Mo scratched his hair at the temples: "It's boring." "You don't believe it?" Old Wu showed signs of getting angry. "I, I believe it." Chen Mo's eyes drifted to the wall next to him where a few rulers were hanging. "You obviously don't believe it." "I really believe it!" "Then you say that Chinese people don't cheat Chinese people." "Uh, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first, Mr. Wu." "Stop right there! Chen Mo, stop right there. I am a genius. Don't disbelieve me. There were many girls chasing after me in our class. I told you to stop right there, did you hear me?" Finally, when Old Wu was squatting in the corner at the end of the corridor smoking lonely, everyone in the office was trying to hold back their laughter, and at the same time they were secretly glad that they were not Chen Mo's class teacher. However, they didn't know that after Chen Mo left, their sympathy for them became even stronger. "I can't believe there isn't a single genius in this entire office." In fact, when he opened his mouth to say the first sentence and found that the number of words did not increase, he knew the result, but Lao Wu's self-praise came too quickly. To be honest, it's quite difficult to hide that look of sympathy. He thought about it and found that he didn't seem to know any other geniuses, so he had to go back to the playground. "Find a place with a good view, wait for someone to take a break and then strike up a conversation." His eyes wandered back and forth on the playground, and finally, he chose the most open position. The flag fluttered on the automatic flagpole, and there was a breeze blowing across the playground, giving people a moment of relief from the scorching heat. Tick. Sweat dripped from young faces and disappeared on the lawn. The inner courtyard selection is approaching, and everyone is trying their best. Although that place is not related to everyone, it is enough to stimulate everyone. After all, entering the inner courtyard is equivalent to being admitted to the martial arts academy. Even those who cannot get in will be envious, which increases the sense of urgency. In this state, everyone gains the buff of full concentration, and everyone is very serious whether they are standing, sitting, or practicing martial arts. Therefore, a sneaky figure running to the platform under the flagpole and lying there is very eye-catching.
Chen Mo? The people in Class 1 quickly figured out who it was. The martial arts school's playground has a circumference of 1,500 meters, a very large area, and there are three of them lined up in a row, so there is no shortage of places to practice, and no one ever goes there. The point is, even if he really ran up to practice, it would be fine, but why was he squatting there looking around? Chen Mo was holding a thermos cup, with a backpack at his feet. He drank the iced cola in the backpack sip by sip, and his eyes scanned the playground like a radar. "It was a mistake. Bring a telescope tomorrow." He suddenly discovered a problem. Although he had seen the names of each class that had signed up for the inner-court selection thanks to his special seat in the office, and had also preliminarily identified the geniuses in each class, the stage was still a little far away and he could not see clearly. He glanced at the panel by the way. He was still one hundred experience points away from opening the Yang Acupoint. It would probably be completed in two to three days. By then, he would be ready to improve his mental state. While thinking about future plans, he squatted on the stage and waited. After a while, some people who were practicing on the playground finally walked to the sidelines, which meant that the first round of rest was about to begin. When someone takes the lead, others will follow, and the playground, which was originally full of people practicing, gradually becomes chaotic. Seeing that the time had come, Chen Mo rushed down. (End of this chapter)
