Chapter 392 It’s so scary, let’s start
Feng Mu feels very unfair.
He is innocent and does things cleanly. Why are all friends, one or two, prejudice against him?
He sighed, and the sigh was filled with a bit of helplessness, a bit of self-deprecating, and a bit of indescribable complex emotions. "Captain Li, you're a misunderstanding..." Feng Mu spoke slowly,
"I came here today to represent the Second Supervision Office and invited Secretary Hou to inspect the work of the Second Supervision Office tomorrow morning. By the way, I will also come to see this joint examination event to cheer up my genius sister. There is no other meaning." Feng Mu promised that every word he said was true, with a 100% true content.
However, Li Shang's heart sank, and he said in a cold voice: "Really?"
There was a bit suspicious and a little vigilant in his eyes, but his face became even more nervous.
Feng Mu had no choice but to point to the ring above his head and explained:
"The tall ponytail above is Feng Yuhuai. It's my sister. I will never lie to you. Well, my friend won't lie to you."
Li Shang's face cleared a little, and he felt a little relieved. He grinned at Feng Mu and said with a smile:
"My sister looks very imposing. It seems that she is going to shine today. The future will be bright. Congratulations."
Feng Mu smiled and said, "Yes, the future is bright, thanks to Team Li's words."
"Okay, then I'm going to do it. If you have any questions, remember to call me. I'll help you..."
Li Shang was still three points of nervousness in his heart. He asked again and said, and then turned around and left, but left Chang Erbing in place.
Feng Mu turned his head and looked at Chang Erbing who was landing in the same place, with the latter looking slightly embarrassed.
Feng Mu smiled, but did not make things difficult for Chang Erbing, but said warmly: "Captain Li is a friend who is worthy of making friends. He is really enthusiastic about friends. Today, many parents or guests on campus can avoid conflicts with others with you. It's great."
Chang Erbing nodded and muttered slightly in his heart:
"This person is quite comfortable when he speaks. If you don't know the inside story, who can tell that he is crazy? This is really... too dangerous!"
The musical melody on campus trembled slightly with the wind, and suddenly a wave of fluctuations, as if the string sound was plucked by an invisible force.
A low and slightly vicissitudes of cough came from the amplifier speaker. The sound was like the echoes surging deep in the earth, heavy and powerful, instantly attracting the attention of the audience.
On the rostrum, Principal Xue Xunyu stood steadily in front of the microphone, his back as straight as slack.
A tall dark blue suit was well-tailed, with a shining metal school badge on his shoulders. It was a symbol of the spirit of the 8th Middle School for a hundred years and the glory of his thirty-year principal career.
Although he is over 60 years old, time has not reduced his majesty, but instead gives him a calm demeanor.
Before he opened his mouth, he just coughed, and the applause from the students below surged like waves, and cheers were intertwined like thunder.
He gently pressed his hands again, and the scene immediately became quiet, and even the sound of the wind seemed to be silent.
A cough and pressure were just right, neither seeming deliberate nor showing any unnecessary emotions, but it was like an invisible command, instantly controlling the pulse of this campus in the palm of your palm.
Sixty years, thirty years of principal, have mastered their education skills, and are so terrifying.
"Dear guests, parents, teachers and students, welcome to No. 8 Middle School. Today is the final of the joint martial arts examination and the birthday of the 100th anniversary of the founding of No. 8 Middle School."
Principal Xue's voice spread clearly and loudly throughout the audience through a high-precision audio diffuser. "Over the past century and a hundred years of accumulation, No. 8 Middle School has always taken inheritance, dedication and excellence as its mission.
Today, we should not only celebrate the school's century-long glory, but also cheer for every student standing on the ring today - you are the pride of the school and the future of District 9!"
Along with Xue Xunyu's voice, the surrounding holographic screens instantly lit up, reflecting the 100-year school history of No. 8 Middle School.
The initial picture is breathtaking.
It was a ruin. In the bombed scorched earth wreckage, rusted sewer pipes were exposed. It seemed that the undissipated smoke and decay could still be smelled in the air.
The rain washed the mud into crisscrossing gullies, and a broken flagpole stood alone in the corner, and the flag was no longer where it was.
The following picture began to gradually brighten.
The ruins were leveled little by little, the gullies were filled, and the first brick-walled school building rose from the ground.
After that, the picture began to accelerate, the school buildings were expanded one by one, the playground was gradually level, and the saplings were planted in the corners of the campus, slowly growing into towering trees.
Later, the glass window reflected the "sunlight" hanging from the base of the upper city, and the teaching equipment of holographic projection was introduced into the classroom, and the traditional martial arts classroom was replaced by high-tech equipment.
The lens was finally frozen in today's No. 8 Middle School - a high-tech institution composed of metal and glass. The exterior wall of the main building of the school is as smooth as a mirror, and holographic beams rise on the top of the teaching building, faintly outlining the school emblem logo of No. 8 Middle School.
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The picture keeps changing and enlarging, and finally freezes into a ring built in hanging in the air. One by one, the young, passionate and "murderous" figures appear on the ring and are reflected in the picture.
It seems that this campus is not only an institution of learning, but also a "colosseum" for cultivation.
The sound in the amplifier is low and sonorous, as if it contains some exciting power. The tail sound is slightly raised, with a hint of "killing aura": "The most exciting moment in the history of the eighth junior high school student finally comes. I announce that the ultimate horn of the martial arts joint examination is now sounded!
The prides on the ring, let go of all their concerns, tear off your constraints, and release all their potential! Today, go burn! Go fight! Achieve your glory!
The first person who finally stood at the peak, your name will be closely linked to this martial arts joint examination, and will completely resound throughout the entire nine districts.
Your name will be engraved on the school monument, passed down from generation to generation with your alma mater, shining forever and immortality! "
As the words fell, the audience seemed to be swept by a strong wind, and the boiling shouts and applause surging like waves, shaking the entire campus.
The holographic light screen lit up, and the heroic postures of the eight "strongest high school students" were mapped on the screen in turn, with different postures, but all of them exuded a confident "strong temperament".
Their names and personal information were marked aside, and the pictures on the light screen would be broadcast live by the TV station present.
To a certain extent, without the need to reach the top, the names of the eight of them had already gained a great reputation in District 9.
However, all of these eight people understood that the battle had just begun, and only those who reached the top could write their own legend to the extreme.
The picture turned again, a light screen faced a ring, and the two of them stood opposite each other, ready to go.
The professional martial arts referee standing between the two, with a straight posture and a cold look.
He slowly sent the whistle to his lips, and the crisp whistle ended with a long sound:
"This battle--no limit! Those who win, stand; those who lose, lie down!"
The final curtain of the first martial arts joint examination in District 9 will begin, and it will soon become famous in District 9 as expected by No. 8 Middle School......
(This chapter is over)