Chapter 1670: Heaven’s Jealousy of Talents 32
Xining also asked about Li Chengwang's physical condition when he was free.
"It's okay, I'm fine!" As soon as Li Chengwang finished speaking, he covered his chest and coughed twice, his voice a little weak and floating: "It's really fine."
Really good at pretending! This made many club members in the same classroom look down upon him a little.
Xining also didn't expect that this guy had good acting skills, so he curled up his lips and said, "Why don't you join the Qingyun Club? I'll give you a company commander."
"I... think about it." Li Chengwang didn't dare to agree immediately. After all, he belonged to his father, and his father belonged to General Ying.
After returning home, he took out the cell phone hidden in the corner and called his father.
I got a reply immediately: "It's rare that Miss Ying thinks highly of me, so let's go for it. Even if this company commander is just a joke, it's still better than nothing. Let's see if there are any that can be used and bring them back together when we graduate."
I dare not say that almost all the members in Qingyun Club are poor students. Of course, now that Zhe Zhiwei has joined, some students with better grades have also begun to join the club. Li Chengwang responded and hung up. Go directly to Hu Liangming the next day.
The boss agreed, and Hu Liangming only gave him the position, but made it clear that he was only giving the position, and as for the people, he would do it himself.
At this time, two of his people had been together for a month after joining the Qingyun Club. He got the job because of his good ability. In the same group, one became the company commander and the other became the deputy company commander. After being glared at by him, he quickly whipped a few over to solve his problem of having no one around.
Both of them were sons of his father's subordinates. As a result, they were given the same position as him. For this reason, Li Chengwang was very unhappy. After I graduated, I was supposed to be the group leader in District 10, so I went to ask Hu Liangming how he could be the group leader.
Hu Liangming smiled at the corner of his mouth: "But there are already people. If you can gather eighty, no, just fifty people, you will be the leader."
Aren't we just human beings? Just do what you say, roll up your sleeves and go!
In front of the college cafeteria, there is a table and two chairs, and Zhe Zhiwei is sitting on one of the chairs.
The five junior members at the table who had just been assigned to Li Chengwang distributed flyers to everyone they saw, inviting students to join the Qingyun Club.
There is only one canteen here, and faculty, staff and students all pass by here during lunch.
Some students took the flyers and went in, while others looked at the people behind the desk and came over to sign the application form.
That was Zhe Zhiwei, the son of Zhe Ruicheng from the tenth district who ranked first in the entrance examination and had access to the three meridians. And there was news from outside that Miss Ying was attracted to him. Hugging a big tree to enjoy the shade, Qingyun Club is currently in full swing and has become the largest club in the college. There are only benefits and no disadvantages to joining.
"Hey, watch out. Once you sign, you can't go back on your word. If you quit, you can't join again in the future." Li Chengwang, who was sitting on another chair next to the table, became enthusiastic after getting used to it from being cold at the beginning. After all, investigation requires calmness, and now it is necessary to recruit enough fifty people.
After the practitioner who signed in front of him left, Zhe Zhiwei said expressionlessly: "It's just one day, right?"
The effect was quite good, but Li Chengwang acted cheekily: "The life-saving grace is not enough for you to help me for one more day?"
"It was Ying Xuewu who ordered you to protect me." Zhe Zhiwei didn't know what was going on inside. See what's wrong, I really used him as a sign to get addicted.
"If I didn't sacrifice my life, how would you live?" After Li Chengwang finished speaking, he covered his chest and coughed twice.
Zhe Zhiwei couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Okay, one more day, only two days."
Haha, this trick works really well, but it was really weak at that time and not very effective.
Li Chengwang wanted more time: "Just be a good person and do it to the end, or just three days." After using it this time, he doesn't know when it will be used next time, and he will have to be able to use it again.
"Only two days!" Zhe Zhiwei still said in a cold tone: "I promised you to save my life, but that's not what I meant."
"Well, cough cough cough..." This time Li Chengwang really choked and coughed. Fortunately, a member of the club came to help with the meal. Please read this article, otherwise it would be a bit embarrassing.
Zhe Zhiwei didn't sit until the end at noon the next day, and everything was over. Because there are enough people to sign up, there are more than fifty people!
Looking at the thick stack of membership application forms, Hu Liangming felt mixed emotions.
Fortunately, I didn't expect Qingyun Club to have such great appeal now. What makes him angry is that if he had known this, he would have taken people to recruit people and distribute leaflets. Now we have to let Li Chengwang be the leader, and the new recruit is Li Chengwang.
Seeing Li Chengwang holding the newly printed Qingyun Society's aims and objectives in one hand, he read them out as written and asked the new members to shout together: "Support each other and show loyalty. We must hoe the strong and help the weak..."
That feeling was gone, and my heart ached.
It's time for the final exam, and Xi Ning should be exempted from the exam and can go to the dormitory to have a good sleep these two days.
After the exam, various routine physical exercises are about to begin.
Generally divided into two types, one is guerrilla warfare in the wild, where each team forms a team and strives to "annihilate" the other party, grab the flag from the other party, and get a certain ranking of the flag. The plot before the body master is to die inside.
The second type is the martial arts competition. Draw lots and compete, the losers are eliminated, the winners advance, and the ranking is finally determined.
Generally speaking, the first type is held in the second half of the semester, when even new students get to know each other and have a better chance of winning after forming a team. The first half of the semester was basically a martial arts competition, and this time was no exception.
After the physical exercise, Xining, who was leaning on a tree pole and squinting her eyes, was woken up by instructor Barton and told her that she also wanted to participate.
Xining frowned: "I'll forget it."
Instructor Barton was angry and funny. It’s okay if he doesn’t attend class well. He plans to be lazy until the end: “Why don’t you participate? You practice martial arts just to keep fit?”
"Well, actually, I didn't want to practice martial arts originally, and it wasn't my father who forced me to do it." Xining touched his face: "You can obviously rely on your reputation to make a living, so don't compete with others for your place."
Barton...
Tears streamed down his face, yes, he can rely on his face to make a living, so why should he practice martial arts? Why don't he look good enough!
Barton took a deep breath: "This is a rule! The results must be recorded."
"Oh, then if you come in last, doesn't it count as failing the physical training class?"
Everyone is trying their best to be the best, but this young lady wants to be lazy and continues to be confused.
Barton felt that he could no longer communicate, and gritted his teeth: "As long as you get in the top twenty, you don't have to come to the physical training class!" As long as the students in his group have rankings, they don't come to class if they don't come. Anyway, they never take it well. Pass.
Xining shook his head: "That's not okay. I like to take physical exercise classes."
If he continues, he will almost be questioned about his life. Barton took a deep breath: "If you get the top twenty, I will make the decision. If you are interested in this class of graduates, I will let you pick the ten first."
After graduation, many of them are not born as nobles but are looking for a place to serve. The best ones are naturally the warlords in each district, and the next ones are private bodyguards and security companies. Even if you want to be a mercenary or a killer, you still need some qualifications.
Xining then nodded: "Okay, it's settled." It was probably to repay that cheap dad.
(End of chapter)