Chapter 568 Director’s Attention (Updated with monthly votes)
"Jingwei Academy?"
An Jing glanced at the words on the stone plaque with some curiosity: "I thought No. 3 Middle School was built later, but is there a prototype?"
There were many people at the school gate, bustling with each other. They were all young students taking the entrance exam today. There were so many flying cars in the sky that the lights were blocked, but the flying cars could not enter, so they all landed on both sides of the street.
"Before the World Tribulation, in addition to the Yuanshen inheritance, there were many other sects. Most of their academies were acquired and merged by the four major groups after the World Tribulation and became part of Xuanye City's education system."
Nianquan could see that An Jing was very interested in this, so he explained it, and An Jing also looked thoughtfully at the stone plaque on the top of the gate: "If this Jingwei Academy is located in the city, it must have been an ally of Luofu back then, right? "
"Maybe." Nianquan didn't know any more. After all, he was also from a slum, and he was no better than a wilderness man in this regard. He looked around and then led the way: "Come, go this way."
He led An Jing to the side door where there were not many people around: "I'll take you to register in advance so you don't have to queue up later."
And An Jing looked thoughtfully at a camera not far away, with a red light flashing in his eyes.
Then, he followed Nianquan.
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Inside No. 3 Middle School.
In the conference hall, several water mirrors reflected images from various parts of the academy. Several middle-aged and elderly monks, both young and old, sat in the hall and looked at the water mirror in the center that reflected the entrance to the academy.
These special water mirrors are extremely complex. As long as each flashing human head is stared at by these monks for more than a period of time, a specific character resume and related cultivation information will be sent to their soul chip, allowing them to They can get general information about the students who applied for the exam.
Principal He was among them, and his eyes, as well as the eyes of all the other old monks, were all focused on a young monk who was entering from the side to register for the exam.
【An Xuan, 15 years old】
[Heavenly Spirit Root (Gold 9 Water 6 Wood 5, Fire and Earth not shown)]
[Strength, third level of Qi refining, can use Lingsha (425/425)]
[Vital signs: good]
[Credit rating: 87, excellent]
Relevant data appears in everyone's mind.
"Xiao He."
After a moment of silence, a rather hoarse voice sounded: "Is this the wilderness seedling you are optimistic about?"
The person who spoke was a goat-bearded monk with black hair, an old face, and a very energetic look.
But his eyes were cloudy, his voice was hoarse and dry, and he had no energy at all, which was a huge contrast.
The other monks around him didn't find it strange. As long as they reached the foundation level, even at the end of their lifespan, the monks could still maintain their most perfect posture. Not to mention that this old man was in the realm of Zifu, even if he died. Afterwards, the soul can still drive the physical body to move for a period of time.
But if it has been injured before and has not been perfectly healed, then the injured area will age prematurely as it gradually approaches death, or even decay while still alive.
This monk is obviously approaching the end of his life, and some recurring injuries are torturing his body and soul, but he is still extremely powerful, and in his words, he completely regards Principal He as a junior.
"Yes, Mr. Chen, he is An Xuan, a good young man of swordsmanship who has understood the meaning of the sword just like Nian Quan."
In response to the monk's question, Principal He spoke in a very formal tone and said, "He and Nian Quan are good friends. They both have heavenly spiritual roots. They exchanged ideas with each other and both understood the meaning of the sword."
"Now, in terms of single competition, we already have the trump card of Nian Quan, but in the team competition, it is still slightly inferior to No. 1, No. 2 and No. 5. I think An Xuan can make up for this shortcoming for us."
The directors communicated in low voices. They did not shy away from Principal He and did not use the spiritual network to communicate. The main content of the exchange was, "Two of the quotas for the five-person team competition have been taken, so how should the other three be allocated?" If An Xuan If it really has this strength, then how should supporting publicity be done, how should investment be planned, etc.
"Um……"
The director, who was called Mr. Chen, squinted his eyes and stared at An Jing.
He has extremely high authority and can get more data, so after a moment, he said rather suspiciously: "He is very energetic and has a good image. Compared with Nianquan, he has a different style. He is quite suitable to be the three of us. The signboard in..."
"But why do the other data look...a bit ordinary?"
"Has he really understood the meaning of the sword?" If other directors questioned this, Principal He would have to snort and get angry, but Director Chen was the benefactor who helped him when he was discouraged, and even more so He is the real pillar behind No. 3 Middle School. Even if he is a little suspicious and cautious in his old age, he can only follow him.
Principal He replied cautiously: "I can guarantee this. My sword heart reacts. An Xuan has definitely understood the sword intention, and his strength is definitely not inferior to Nian Quan."
"When you are sixteen, you will go through the first 'Holy Election Examination'. That year is also the competition between middle schools in the four cities. It only lasts for one year."
Director Chen turned his head, looked at Principal He, and said solemnly: "If we don't fight, then that's it. Over at Dongtian, I also have some face. It won't be good or bad. This is how I have been living for so many years."
"But if there is a fight, Brother Tianyi will not hold back on us."
"Xiao He, I am willing to believe you. I am old and about to die. It doesn't matter if I lose, but are you willing to lose again?"
He Yongzhi was silent for a while.
Mr. Chen is a blood descendant of the "Luofu Mountain Chen Family" from "Dongtian". Among the powerful directors behind all the colleges in Xuanye City, there must be such a Luofu blood descendant as the backbone.
Just as there is competition within the cave, outside the cave, they, the blood descendants of Luofu, also have to compete. Companies talk about profits and technology, and colleges talk about the quality and performance of their students.
Based on this, they compete for the resources to achieve the golden elixir, and for the opportunity to expand their own power... But in the final analysis, they are all a family, and the quarrels will not go too far.
The 'Brother Tianyi' that Mr. Chen refers to is the Luofu blood descendant behind No. 1 Middle School. His branch has the best family background and the best resources. Naturally, he wins the most and is the strongest.
And if you win a lot, you will naturally be tolerant and willing to share some leftovers with your brothers and sisters.
But the premise is that he distributes it.
If someone wants to fight, seize, rob...it's easy to win, because the fact that he holds the best resources and is defeated proves that the winner must have merits, and Dongtian will not allow the losing party to proceed. Any revenge.
But if you lose... the winner's suppression of the loser has always been extremely cruel.
If they lose too much and gamble too much, even the Luofu branch cannot afford the price... Many blood descendants of the branch disappear into Xuanye City in this way, and even Dongtian cannot return, becoming the eliminated products of the survival of the fittest in Dongtian.
Principal He knew very well that the game he won in the special city competition was not really a win. No. 1 Middle School was not serious, and the directors behind it also did not exert their efforts.
Only the Holy Examination, the four-city competition, and the arena where the group's top executives will pay attention, are the real stages.
Only in such a competition, if No. 3 Middle School gets good results, can he prove his victory... Only then can he have the opportunity to get rid of the inner demon from back then, obtain the resources to advance to the Purple Mansion, and then know the truth of the year.
And only the Third Middle School has the opportunity to become... the new No. 1 Middle School.
"Yongzhi, you have done well over the years. I believe in you, but before making important decisions, you must first think about the consequences of failure."
After a moment of silence, Director Chen patted the armrest of the chair: "It's different in the city and outside the city. It doesn't matter if you lose the bet, you won't die, but it will be bad for the future of young people after all."
"You regretted losing the bet back then. So I still advise you, don't bet on your vision and ability with other people's futures."
"You make your own decision."
What he said was hard to hear, but very sincere, and Principal He looked slightly gloomy, and then solemnly said: "I understand."
Nianquan, An Xuan...
Are two geniuses who can resonate with his sword spirit really worth such a gamble?
Or...
Is he really worthy of using two promising young people to take such a gamble?
Before I could think clearly, the image in the water curtain changed.
Registration ended and candidates gradually entered the examination room.
(End of chapter)