Gaowu: Simplify the skills, teach disciples and get back thousands of times

After Lin Qiu left the practice room, the students looked at each other a few times and felt dejected.

Teacher Lin has confidence in them, but they don't have it themselves.

Most of them have poor qualifications, and the reason why they stay is either because their family is okay, or they feel that there is no hope in transferring to other classes.

But now that they had only practiced for a day, Mr. Lin asked them to compete with the group of people in Class 201, which was really difficult for some strongmen.

You must know that two people in the 201st class have been promoted to martial artists, if it is the previous 101 class, then of course there is no need to be afraid, but now there are nine of them left in the 101st class, and the strongest ones have already transferred and left.

Although they also had a Wang Yue, who was also in the top five in the class before, his qualifications were clear to everyone, and it was impossible to break through to the martial artist before Friday.

In terms of their current state and physical fitness, it can be said that Friday's competition is to let people stand there and fight.

"Alas, Teacher Lin really gave us a big problem."

Shi Hua squatted on the ground and said with a sad face.

"Who says it isn't?"

The remaining male classmates chimed in.

But at this moment, Wang Yue straightened his body and said with a firm face.

"Since we have stayed, we should trust Mr. Lin, since he thinks that we can win the gang of class 101 before Friday, it means that we will definitely be able to win them."

"Don't think about it so much, I'll go home first."

After speaking, he glanced at Zhao Yaqi on the side.

It happened that at this time, Zhao Yaqi was also staring at him, and the two quickly moved away as soon as their eyes made contact.

"Let's go first, see you all."

Wang Yue fled the practice room.

Wang Yue's footsteps slowed down when he came to the campus, and he looked down to think about today's events.

Although he inspired other students, he didn't really have much certainty in his heart, so he could only take one step at a time.

But at this moment, a man in the distance stopped him.

"Wang Yue! Wang Yue!

Li Dongshan ran over from a distance with a happy face.

"What's wrong, our Young Master Li."

As soon as Li Dongshan approached, Wang Yue said with a strange look on his face.

It's just that the smile on his face can't be hidden.

"You man."

Li Dongshan bumped Wang Yue's shoulder with his shoulder.

"Alas, Mr. Lin really is."

After bumping into Wang Yue, the joy on Li Dongshan's face gradually receded, and he was gradually covered by worry.

"As soon as I went home and told my father about Teacher Lin's teaching us about the 13th Style of Body Exercise, he immediately contacted Principal Zhang and transferred me to Class 102."

Li Dongshan slapped his mouth.

"All blame me for saying some bad things about Teacher Lin, I didn't want to change classes, so we are not in the same class now."

"Hmph!" Wang Yue snorted softly and turned his head to the side.

"Now Class 101 is my monopoly, and I'm very happy after you leave."

"It's hard again, isn't it."

Li Dongshan put his arm around Wang Yue's neck, looked around and whispered: "I tell you, this morning when my father was in school, he let me drink a bottle of Peiyuan liquid.

"I myself feel that I am about to break through to the warrior."

"That's great, hurry up and give me a breakthrough to the realm of a martial artist, and then cover me in the blazing sun."

Wang Yue pulled Li Dongshan's hand away and said with a smile.

"Our family is not on the road, let's separate here."

At this time, the two were almost at the school gate.

From a distance, you can see Li Dongshan's limousine at the door.

"Don't leave yet."

Just as Wang Yue took a step to walk towards the school gate, Li Dongshan tugged on his sleeves.

Immediately, Li Dongshan took out a thumb-sized crystal bottle from his arms, which contained a dark green liquid.

"My father gave me two bottles of Peiyuan liquid, but Young Master Li, who am I?"

Li Dongshan patted his chest.

"One bottle is enough to break through to the realm of warriors."

Saying that, he stuffed the Peiyuan liquid in his hand into Wang Yue's hand.

"The rest of this bottle will be given to you, and if you eat it after you go back, you will definitely be able to promote a martial artist."

"Good." Wang Yue nodded.

After seeing Wang Yue accept it, Li Dongshan, who was full of smiles, hurriedly ran towards the limousine at the school gate.

He was afraid that Wang would regret it after a while, so he took this opportunity to slip away immediately.

Wang Yue looked at his back and held the Peiyuan liquid in his hand.

Then he also walked out of the school gate and towards his home.

Wang Yue's house is a small two-story bungalow.

This is the benefit given to his family by the inner city council after he was admitted to Yaoyang High School.

The living standards of residents in the outer and inner cities are very different, and the benefits they can enjoy are completely different.

But there is only one thing that is absolutely fair, and that is admission to the martial arts school.

Human beings can continue on this planet because of martial arts, so no matter which giant city they are, they attach great importance to martial arts.

Therefore, the residents of the outer city can change their class by taking advantage of the opportunity to enter the martial arts school.

As long as you are admitted to the martial arts school in the inner city, then for the residents of the outer city, it can be called flying on the branch and becoming a phoenix.

Not only can they enjoy free allocated housing, but their families can also get jobs in the inner city.

Therefore, the residents of the outer city sharpened their heads and wanted to be admitted to the martial arts school in the inner city.

And Yaoyang High School is the undisputed first among the ten martial arts high schools in the inner city.

Those who can be admitted to it and are selected into key classes are all proud of heaven.

But Wang Yue himself does not think so.

He is eighteen years old this year, but he has been practicing martial arts since he was five years old.

When he was five years old, his family lived in the most backward slum outside the city, but his father, Wang Qi, still gritted his teeth and insisted on working hard to buy nutrition for him and stay up.

He also lived up to expectations, passing the test at the age of eight to enter the best martial arts elementary school in the outer city, and his family's living conditions were much better because of various subsidies.

But it was not enough, the outer city was too dangerous after all, and he could only continue to work hard and surpass his peers through unimaginable diligence.

During this time, he believes that his efforts will definitely be rewarded.

However, soon after being admitted to Yaoyang High School and entering the key class, his confidence was completely shattered.

He found that no matter how hard he practiced, his martial arts cultivation could not see progress.

Under strong psychological pressure, he began to become hippie and smiling and deliberately trick-or-treating.

Because he couldn't find any other way to vent anymore, the more he practiced, the more he felt sad and depressed.

Every day, when he faced the expectant gaze of his family, he had to practice harder, even though he knew that he could not achieve any results.