Chapter 12: The blood is strong, be wary of sex
Among the more than two hundred students who came to sign up, the swordsmanship club selected the best among the best, and in the end only forty of them were accepted, which is almost a ratio of one out of five.
At this moment, various aspects of life seem to be happening in the small venue.
Those who were selected cheered and celebrated, while those who were not selected mourned. It can only be said that people's joy is not the same.
In front of Huang Liwen, stood a girl with a round head wearing black-rimmed glasses. She was Tian Hongling, a senior classmate from Class 2, Grade 3. She was cute and cute and had always been the mascot of the swordsmanship club.
"Sorry, this classmate, you do not meet the recruitment requirements of our swordsmanship club."
"Senior, please, I really want to join the swordsmanship club."
Huang Liwen begged shamelessly.
Among the four major clubs in the fighting center, the swordsmanship club has the largest number of girls and the highest quality.
As for the other three major societies, all of them are in a situation where yang is strong and yin is weak. The members are either muscular men or fighting madmen. He will not consider them anyway.
Of course, in fact, the other three major societies will not consider him.
After all, as the pillars of the fighting center, the four major clubs have always only accepted the elite among students, not everyone.
A pretty boy like Huang Liwen would not be able to pass the physical examination data alone.
"I'm sorry."
Senior Sister Wanzitou shook her head helplessly. Although Huang Liwen was quite handsome, it was a pity that rules were rules.
At this time, Ye Qingzhou also noticed Huang Liwen and walked towards him: "Brother Wen, why are you here?"
Huang Liwen: "..."
Goth, you don’t want to talk now!
Then he had to grit his teeth and remind Ye Qingzhou: "Is there a possibility that I said that I would come to participate in the recruitment and selection of the swordsmanship club?"
Ye Qingzhou then remembered that Huang Liwen seemed, seemed, or maybe did mention this matter?
"Oh, so you chose it?"
You really don’t want to open any pot!
Veins sprouted on Huang Liwen's forehead, and he gritted his teeth harder.
"No!"
Ye Qingzhou was stunned: "Brother Wen, are you such a good person?"
"What the hell..."
Huang Liwen's fists clenched so hard that his teeth were almost broken.
But after all, it was the territory of the Swordsmanship Club. He didn't dare to act wild here, so he had to look at Ye Qingzhou speechlessly: "Didn't you say you have no interest in the Swordsmanship Club?"
"Oh, are you talking about this?"
Ye Qingzhou spread his hands with a helpless expression: "Originally I really didn't plan to come, but Teacher Xu invited me in person and sincerely, I can't not be polite at all, right?"
Huang Liwen looked up to the sky and cried when he heard this. For the first time, he deeply felt the unevenness of life.
"Pig head leaf!"
"No, Brother Zhou!"
"Father!"
His tone gradually became humble, and Huang Liwen looked at Ye Qingzhou eagerly, his eyes full of longing.
He used to despise those who used the back door the most, and felt that all such people should be pulled out and shot.
Now it's his turn to have a chance to go through the back door. Huang Liwen only wants to say two words at this moment: "It smells so good!"
Ye Qingzhou was also speechless: "Call me Zhutou when you have nothing to do, and call me foster father if you have anything to do. Do you want to be so realistic?"
Huang Liwen clasped his hands together: "Help me, I'll buy lunch this month!" In order to join the swordsmanship club, Huang Liwen also spent a lot of money.
Ye Qingzhou thought for a while, it would be nice to be invited to dinner, then he turned to look at senior Wan Zitou: "Let him join the swordsmanship club."
This matter-of-fact tone made Tian Hongling confused. She really wanted to ask: "Who are you?"
But her temperament has always been soft and weak, and it is difficult for her to speak harshly to a strange classmate, so she can only shake her head in a business-like manner: "I'm sorry, classmate, I can't."
"Why?"
"He failed his physical examination."
Ye Qingzhou turned his head when he heard this, looked at Huang Liwen from head to toe several times, and then patted him on the shoulder earnestly: "He is light-footed, his eyes are dull, his energy is weak...Brother Wen, young people should be careful about sex." .”
"What do you mean?"
"Stop masturbating."
"Holy shit... don't talk nonsense. This is slander! Do you know slander! Besides, does this have anything to do with me joining the sword club?"
Huang Liwen's face turned red with anxiety, and Ye Qingzhou exposed him in front of senior classmate Wan Zitou. Even though he was so shameless, he was a little embarrassed.
And he was also very unconvinced. After all, studying was so hard. Why should he reward himself every night?
Is it illegal?
Ye Qingzhou shook his head and sighed: "If you want to learn superior swordsmanship, you need to be calm and focused. How can you practice swordsmanship if you make yourself lose energy every day?"
"..."
Huang Liwen looked bitter: "Then shall I leave?"
At this moment, Xu Lan came over. After learning that Huang Liwen was Ye Qingzhou's deskmate, she personally opened the back door for him and told Tian Hongling: "Let him join the swordsmanship club."
"That's...ok."
Xu Lan had already spoken, so Tian Hongling naturally had no choice but to comply and write Huang Liwen's name into the list of official members.
Afterwards, Xu Lan clapped her hands, summoned the new and old members of the swordsmanship club, and announced the first thing she would do after becoming the leader of the team: "In one month's time, the Qinglan Sword Fighting Competition will be held. Please adjust your state and be serious. Prepare for the game and win glory for our No. 1 Middle School on the playing field.”
"Yes!"
Everyone in the swordsmanship club was ignited by Xu Lan's words, and their fighting spirit was ignited in their hearts.
Qinglan originally means the youth's splendor and vitality.
The sword fighting competition is named after this, naturally because most of the contestants are young martial arts apprentices who have not yet begun to officially enter the professional level, a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old high school students.
Obviously, competitions of this level are used to discover and cultivate those outstanding swordsmanship talents among middle school students.
Of course, teachers who can discover and cultivate outstanding swordsmanship talents will naturally get a lot of benefits. This is one of the reasons why Xu Lan invited Ye Qingzhou to join the swordsmanship club.
After the disbandment, Xu Lan deliberately kept Ye Qingzhou and told him: "This time you just need to try your best to rank in the top eight. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Ye Qingzhou blinked and looked confused: "Why not the champion?"
Xu Lan glanced at Ye Qingzhou angrily: "There is only one month left before the start of the competition. Although you are very talented, your martial arts skills are not yet mature and your foundation is insufficient. Your chances of winning against a real master are too low."
When Ye Qingzhou heard that there was a master, he, who was already belligerent, suddenly became excited: "How strong can it be?"
Seeing Ye Qingzhou's eagerness to try, Xu Lan thought he didn't know how high the world was, so he introduced her seriously: "Although the Qinglan Cup is not a high-level event, some young geniuses from martial arts families will also want to use this platform. To make a name for themselves. These people have been taking Xianzhi Lingcao since they were young. Their muscles and bones are strong and their qi and blood are strong. Therefore, their strength is often far superior to that of their peers. A small number of geniuses are not even much weaker than professional martial arts masters. They cannot be taken lightly. .”
Ye Qingzhou understood instantly when he heard this and nodded: "I understand, a group of second-generation Xiu who rushed ahead will also come to participate in the competition."
Ye Qingzhou is not very jealous of these second-generation cultivators.
After all, God is not fair. Some people are born in Rome, some are born as mules and horses, and some people are born in Rome.
But it doesn't matter. Ye Qingzhou is devoted to martial arts. Even if there is injustice in the world, he is confident that he can level it with his sword.
Xu Lan thought that Ye Qingzhou had already understood the strength of his opponent: "It's good that you understand, but don't be discouraged. You have superhuman swordsmanship talent. If you are given a year to prepare, it is not impossible to win the championship. In short, this time You first gain experience in competitions, and I will fully support you in becoming the champion next time.”
(End of chapter)