Chapter 14 1 Step to Heaven, 1 Step to Hell

Anyway, Fang Ping finally sent the little girl away.

For this reason, Fang Ping owed countless debts again, and he didn't even remember how much benefit he had promised to this girl.

...

The next day, April 8.

Fang Ping became popular, at least in the third grade (4) class.

Before he came, Wu Zhihao arrived first.

As soon as Wu Zhihao arrived, Zhang Hao and Yang Jian, who were full of gossip, hurried to inquire about the situation.

Lao Wu was probably unwilling to be shocked last night. When the two asked, Lao Wu immediately said mysteriously, "113 cards!"

He didn't mention the 108 calories in the second test. In fact, the second time was not as accurate as the first because of the decrease in physical strength.

As soon as the 113 cards came out, the whole class was stunned!

Fang Ping, one of the members of the "Ordinary Duo", is not ordinary?

Just yesterday, everyone was the same person, all struggling for the liberal arts exam, and even Fang Ping's score in the liberal arts was not too top-notch.

But now?

113 cards!

Students in the class who only take liberal arts exams do not necessarily know about other martial arts candidates.

But there is one thing that everyone knows.

Last year, at Nanjiang Wuhan University, the minimum enrollment standard was 112 cards.

Doesn't this mean that Fang Ping's standard of qi and blood has reached the standard of Nanjiang Wuda?

Now, can it be on fire?

The future bearded Yang Jian, with a face full of despair, murmured: "It's not scientific, it's definitely not scientific. With his small physique, he is taller than me?"

Even martial artists need to talk about science!

But Fang Ping, this is really unscientific!

This guy, he should be able to punch eight by himself, right?

Yang Jian shouted that it was unscientific, and Zhang Hao, who was on the side, was the epilepsy that had relapsed, and trembled all over: "No reason!"

"113 cards!"

"I'm only 108 cards..."

Zhang Nan, who was sitting not far from him, heard the words and said quietly: "108 cards are me, I remember your 107 cards..."

Zhang Hao said angrily, "That was half a month ago, and now I have 108 cards!"

Zhang Nan was not angry, and said lightly: "Okay, you have 108 cards, Fang Ping is only 113 cards..."

"you!"

Zhang Hao grimaced, turned his head and stared at Wu Zhihao and said, "Old Wu, tell me quickly, you lied to us?"

Wu Zhihao said casually while reading a book: "What are you doing to lie to you? Anyway, I'm not as tall as me, and it has nothing to do with me."

"How can you say that?" Zhang Hao said sadly: "Think about how sad our brothers are.

While attending classes, taking remedial classes, I have to exercise every day.

Can't eat fried food, can't eat grilled skewers, can't drink drinks, can't even eat cream popsicles in summer.

That boy Fang Ping is inhuman!

Old Wu, don't you envy, envy and hate at all? "

As soon as these words came out, Wu Zhihao was restless.

Ordinary students envy them, but they also envy these people.

In order to prepare for the martial arts exam, they paid a lot more, but this kind of pay did not necessarily bring results.

As Zhang Hao said, when everyone is eating delicious food, they are taking supplements.

Do you think supplements are delicious?

Eat it every day, you can drool until you vomit or see the kebabs on the roadside.

But in order to maintain their figure, to avoid accidents, and for Wu Ke, they gritted their teeth and left with drooling pain.

Usually everyone is like this, so I will admit it, for the sake of the future.

But that boy Fang Ping seems to have no taboos on meat and vegetables, and has no such taboos at all.

This person is more than human, and can really piss people off.

Wu Zhihao was a little uneasy, and smiled bitterly: "There's no way to do that. Whoever makes people talented, can't admit it."

"no!"

Zhang Hao gritted his teeth,

He hummed: "Isn't this kid not exercising?

There is no way around the blood, we admit it.

Invite him to go to the gym for exercise at night, and then we will learn from him and beat him hard to let out this breath! "

While Zhang Hao was talking, Wu Zhihao on the opposite side blinked and said with a smile, "It's all classmates, there's no need for this."

"No, or you will hold your breath and be uncomfortable!"

Wu Zhihao persuaded: "Forget it, isn't Fang Ping just a little bit higher in qi and blood than you, a little better in culture class than you, and a little more handsome?

There's really no need to be angry. The classmates in the class passed the entrance examination, and there is light on our faces. "

"Old Wu, where are you from?" Zhang Hao said angrily.

Wu Zhihao began to look down at the book without raising his head and said, "I'm reviewing, but neither side."

Zhang Hao was about to continue when someone tapped his shoulder, and then Fang Ping's cheerful voice came from behind him: "Zhang Hao, if you want me to say, you should beat Fang Ping, or it won't be worth it if you get angry."

Zhang Hao twitched the corner of his mouth, turned his head and said, "Just kidding, how can you?

We are good brothers, can we do such a thing? "

Zhang Hao said so, but Zhang Hao's face was full of bitterness, well, let alone beating people, if Fang Ping was admitted to the martial arts one day, he would not be beaten by martial artists, right?

Fang Ping was too lazy to be serious, he smiled and said: "Don't listen to Wu Zhihao's nonsense, how can I have 113 cards, at most..."

"It's about 115 calories at most."

Zhang Hao rolled his eyes, this guy deliberately stimulated himself.

With a sigh, Zhang Hao didn't take it seriously. At this time, he was really curious: "Fang Ping, do you have any tips for training Qi and blood?"

"Nonsense, with this trick, I've already become a martial artist!" Fang Ping didn't dare to admit it, he waved his hand and said, "I really need a trick, there are not many martial artists on the street, it's our turn to take the test?"

"That's true." Zhang Hao sighed again, and said with a bit of resentment: "Now, Lao Wu, you, Yang Jian, Liu Ruoqi, you are the four hope in our class.

We have a 99% chance of running with us!

Three were enough before, you come too, God kills me..."

Wu Zhihao, who just pretended to be reading a book, raised his head and said, "Hang, everyone's qi and blood are generally higher this year than last year, and I'm really unsteady now.

Let's just say that in our class, if we count the upper level, there are only 4 students with more than 110 calories.

Other ordinary classes, as far as I know, have more than 110 cards added together, I am afraid there are more than 60.

There are more key classes, regardless of the small number of people, there are many people with more than 110 cards, at least about 40.

After all, there are 100 students with more than 110 cards in No. 1 Middle School alone.

This is still our school. Although other schools in Yangcheng are not as good as us, they are all good this year. Even if they add up, they are similar to our No. 1 Middle School.

Just one city in Yangcheng, 200 with more than 110 cards! "

After thinking about it, Wu Zhihao said helplessly: "Last year, Yangcheng admitted a total of 9 martial arts students. If this ratio is returned this year, it will be at least 20 to 1."

A martial arts candidate sitting on the other side of him shook his head and said, "Zhihao, you've already got 115 cards, and there are few people who are taller than you in the regular class.

It's the same in other schools. You can still believe when others say that you are under a lot of pressure. What kind of pressure do you have? "

Although Wu Zhihao is only a student in the ordinary class, his 115 calorie blood value is among the top in every ordinary class.

According to the ratio of last year, Wu Zhihao hopes to get two in the ordinary class.

Everyone chatted and talked, but they didn't pay all their attention to Fang Ping.

Fang Ping was so happy, listening to their discussion, he also learned a lot of gossip.

Among Yangcheng's high school seniors this year, there are more than 200 students with 110 or more calorie cards.

Of course, blood is not the only one, there are always people who can't pass the next level.

But once the physical examination is over, the major martial arts schools will disclose the minimum standard line of qi and blood according to the feedback results.

The major colleges and universities are also to allow those students who do not meet the standards to save more time to participate in the cultural exams, otherwise they will delay time later.

That is to say, those whose qi and blood are not up to the standard will be eliminated at the end of the second level.

This year's entry standard is likely to be 110 cards, which is only the standard for the third level. Even so, half of the martial arts students in the class could not enter.

For a while, even Zhang Hao, who was blazing, was silent.

I have been preparing for the exam for many years, and I can't even get into the third pass. For students, such a blow is hard enough.

Every year because of this poor mentality, many martial arts candidates, even the liberal arts exams are extremely poor, go to ordinary universities, the real step is heaven and one hell.

They didn't speak, and Fang Ping didn't interrupt, thinking to himself, it seems that 110 cards is really not safe.

Yangcheng alone is so much. Who knows whether Wu Zhihao's news is accurate or not. If there are more, they can't even enter the third pass, which would be miserable.

It seems that he wants to increase his blood value as soon as possible.

...

As everyone quieted down, school classes began.

Fang Ping, as always, sometimes watched cultural classes, sometimes read professional test materials, and no one bothered him, except for Yang Jian in the front row and Zhang Hao next to him to talk to him from time to time.

Chen Fan, who was at the same table, may have been stimulated. At this time, he took the questions more seriously. Apart from going to the toilet in the morning, he almost kept his head in the questions.

At the end of the morning class, Fang Ping was going to eat, but Wu Zhihao told him to go to Laoban's office.

Outside the classroom, Wu Zhihao, Yang Jian, and the less familiar Liu Ruoqi and Fang Ping, there are 4 people in total.

Wu Zhihao explained as he walked: "The teacher said that Senior Wang will come to our school tomorrow, and the school will arrange for someone to pick him up, and the teacher will try to win for us.

Although picking up people does not mean that there is any benefit, you can contact them in advance. When there are few people, Brother Wang may say something useful.

You also know that our martial arts test in Yangcheng, the third stage of the actual test, is usually held jointly by several major martial arts schools in Nanjiang and the Education Department. Maybe Senior Brother Wang also knows some news.

The content of the test every year is sometimes different..."

Wu Zhihao explained for a while, while Fang Ping asked in doubt, "It's not our turn to pick up people, right?"

There are many classes in No. 1 middle school, and there are two key classes. There is nothing special about the third-year (4) class.

When Wu Zhihao heard the words, he smiled and said, "You forgot, who is our old class? The director of the Academic Affairs Office is a student of our old class. What is this trivial matter?"

After he said that, Fang Ping remembered.

The head teacher of his own class is quite old in school. The director of the Academic Affairs Office is indeed a student of the old class, but it is not a high school, but a junior high school.

Liu Anguo used to teach in junior high school, and it was a few years after teaching high school.

But because of this, although Liu Anguo has a long teaching experience, he can teach junior high school to start, and he really does not have the future as those teachers who teach high school from the beginning.

Even his students have become the director of the Academic Affairs Office, and Liu Anguo is still an ordinary senior class teacher.

After understanding the meaning, Fang Ping also knew Lao Ban's purpose for letting a few of him go to the office.

However, after looking at the people around him, Fang Ping still felt a little emotional. He didn't know that he was included because the old class knew about the test yesterday.

Or because of his poor family circumstances, the old class takes care of himself properly.

There may be two reasons, Fang Ping just sighed, at least he thinks the head teacher is still good.