Chapter 8: Single-handedly changed the style of painting The classroom gradually became quiet, because after everyone's excitement, they gradually noticed the frosty-faced head teacher. "Are you finished? If not, keep going." Old Wu stood on the podium, looking at all the students coldly, but suddenly, a familiar voice made his heart tremble. "Everyone, stop arguing. We can't waste time right now." Chen Mo stood up and said earnestly: "Our goal is to go further on the road to transcendence. We may encounter various difficulties in the process, but we must maintain a calm heart. We should be calm even if we have thunder in our chests. This is the demeanor that a strong person should have." [Current cycle word count: 854.] "." You fucking talked a lot to Huang Cui just now. Others looked at him with disdain. Old Wu coughed dryly, his effort interrupted: "Alright, alright, you said it very well, but don't say it for now."
He was worried that this kid would suddenly start a long speech in class, but fortunately Chen Mo sat back obediently this time. "Ahem! Let's get down to business. There are two students in our class who are more likely to win the championship. They are Le Mingrui and Huang Cui. I have already nominated them." Many people subconsciously looked at the two of them. In fact, the big discussion that broke out just now was not mainly because everyone felt that they had the opportunity to participate, but because the inner courtyard had its own special features. There are three things available there: One is a special cultivation resource used to temper the body, meridians, etc. Others need to go to the martial arts academy to have the opportunity to obtain these precious things. The second is tutoring by famous teachers. Most of the teachers in the ordinary classes, like Zhu Xiaoju, were the ones eliminated from the martial arts academy. They were more than capable of guiding ordinary students in the first three realms of cultivation, but they did not have much in-depth understanding of the path of cultivation. The teachers in the inner courtyard were invited from the martial arts academy and were also employed there. They were external experts with rich experience and even unique secrets. But the most important thing is actually the third point. The advanced classes of each martial arts school have a privilege, which is to enroll in the top ranked martial arts academies. Just like universities, martial arts academies are also divided into grades, similar to first-tier and second-tier ones. However, some martial arts academies do not recruit students openly at all, and only students in advanced classes of each martial arts school are eligible to register. In short, once you enter the inner courtyard, both the resources and choices are far superior to those of ordinary classes, and you may very likely become a well-known extraordinary person that appears in the news in the future. So what people are discussing is actually gossip. Of course, they hope that Huang Cui and Le Mingrui can both get in. If they become masters in the future, their classmates will have face to brag about it when they go home. Moreover, those powerful people who are feared by others can bring considerable convenience with just a few words, which is the role of personal connections. Old Wu continued, "However, if other students are willing to give it a try, they can also sign up. Are there any?" According to the internal college's supplementary enrollment system, in principle anyone can sign up, but everyone knows that this is not necessary. They are all ordinary people who have never practiced proper martial arts and have not had any adventures in the preparatory martial arts school. Their realm is basically equal to their strength. They cannot beat those in the late second realm if they have just broken through the second realm. They will definitely lose if they go, so they generally won't humiliate themselves. Students are teenagers who have basically not gotten over the period of caring about their reputation. Some may even have secret crushes on someone at school, and it would be embarrassing to get beaten up. But some people are just thick-skinned.
"I want to sign up." Chen Mo stood up suddenly. "." Everyone was a little confused. It hasn’t been two days since you broke through the second realm, and now you want to sign up to go to the inner courtyard and compete with the top students in each class. It’s like putting a straw in the toilet and sucking shit. "No fooling around." Old Wu glanced at him unhappily, "It's okay to joke around at other times, but now let's talk business." "No kidding, I want to sign up." Chen Mo said firmly. Old Wu narrowed his eyes. Putting aside his identity as a teacher, he wanted to refuse. Everyone knows what kind of person you are. Do you think it’s fun to go and get beaten? But he couldn't put aside this identity, so he could only ask: "Can you tell me what your considerations are?" Chen Mo glanced at the panel. [Current cycle word count: 862/1000] Okay, let’s do one more round. "Teacher Wu, I know what others think. When I entered school, I was a so-called genius, but later I couldn't keep it steady. I just made a tiny breakthrough and I wanted to apply to the inner courtyard. It seems that I am a little too ambitious, or I am overestimating my own abilities." "But who knows what ambitions I had set in my heart a year ago?" "Seeing those really great guys just across the wall, I was envious. At that time, I told myself that sooner or later, I would stand on that piece of land deep in the campus." “Yes, my path of practice has not been smooth, but I have not given up my dream.” "As the saying goes, a man's will cannot be taken away. A man can be killed but he cannot be defeated." "This is my last chance. No matter what the result is, I will try my best. This is my way of martial arts!" [Complete the current cycle, experience +1.] comfortable. Chen Mo glanced at the panel and looked up, only to see Old Wu looking at him in shock, his eyes seemed to be filled with a kind of...admiration? Pop, pop, pop. He led the applause. Hua Hua Hua—— There was prolonged applause in the classroom. "well said!" Old Wu said sincerely, "Chen Mo's spirit is something that everyone, including me, should learn. The path of cultivation is hard and long, and everyone should remember their original aspirations and strive for them." Everyone felt their blood boiling, as if a certain awareness hidden deep in their hearts had been activated.
"Teacher Wu! I want to sign up!" "I want one too. Give me a chance." "struggle!" "If you don't want to enter the inner courtyard, what's the difference between you and salted fish!" "Amenos!!!" "Wu Zhongfa, tell me, what does this mean?" "Director, it's nothing, just a token of my appreciation." "Boring? There are more than fifty people in your class, and forty of them have signed up for the advanced class selection. You are so interesting." "." In the Academic Affairs Office of the administrative building, a middle-aged, fat and slightly balding man had a sharp voice that sounded somewhat funny, but Old Wu did not dare to laugh because this man was the Dean of Studies. The reason why he was scolded here was because he wrote down the names of all the students who had registered for his class, and this list was not much shorter than the list of dozens of other classes combined. The only thing that showed his rationality was that he at least eliminated the students who were not even at the enlightenment stage. It doesn't matter if you get beaten up, but it would be too embarrassing to be beaten so badly that even your mother wouldn't recognize you. "Director, you don't know that there was a student who brought up the atmosphere. They knew they couldn't pass, but they just wanted to give it a try." Old Wu recounted what happened at that time, and the dean fell silent. Who can bear to frustrate the fighting spirit of a young man? "But that's not right." After all, the director still has to take care of the overall situation. "There are only three vacancies in the 75 classes in the school. The school leaders are all here during the selection. We can't have more than 40 competitions. This is not a martial arts academy entrance exam." He lit a cigarette and took a few puffs. "How about this, next week, your class will rank themselves in a small group and report no more than ten names to me." (End of this chapter)