I Didn't Get Into The Warrior High School And Had No Choice But To Draw My Sword.

After the explosion, dozens of candidates were left at the scene.

"Well..."

As Wu Fan crawled towards the gate little by little, the other candidates around him gradually regained consciousness.

"Move! Move!"

Zhou Ruiyang is also not far from the gate of Huaxia Wuhan University, but like Wu Fan, he also lost consciousness after experiencing a battle.

"Dad, Mom, Grandpa, just wait for my good news."

In Huang Ke's mind, scenes of leaving home emerged.

"Minzhou Zhong Family? We were kicked out originally, why should we go back now? For my future? I don't need it!"

Zhong Lin's consciousness was illusory, his head was buzzing, and he had auditory hallucinations.

"The last spot must be mine..."

Zhou Ruiyang, who had no strength at all, saw Wu Fan crawling towards the school gate little by little.

He also stretched out his hands with difficulty, unable to bend his wrists and elbows. He could only grip the ground with five fingers, and then slowly crawled with his fingers bent.

Like him, there are more than ten candidates who can barely move, and they are fighting for this last hope.

At this time, outside the protective shield, passers-by were once again surrounded. When they saw this group of young warriors fighting for a spot, an inexplicable emotion emerged in their hearts.

"Come on... come on!"

A little girl suddenly shouted, and with the first voice, tens of thousands of onlookers started shouting one after another.

"Don't give up!"

"The end is just ahead!"

Wu Fan rubbed his chin against the ground little by little. His spiritual pressure had long been exhausted. Without the protection of his body-protecting spiritual pressure, a trail of blood was left where Wu Fan crawled.

"70 meters..."

"60 meters..."

He had already heard the noise coming from around him, and other candidates were chasing after him.

Bang!

I saw someone behind him leap up and surpass Wu Fan in an instant.

Then I saw another person stabbing the ground with a knife, and his body slowly surpassed Wu Fan.

At this time, there was less than 30 meters left from the gate of Huaxia Wuhan University.

But Wu Fan had already fallen outside the 7th or 8th place, and his consciousness began to blur, and a revolving door gradually appeared in his mind.

"This person can't do it. The level of the spiritual weapon is too low."

"My talent is too poor. I will probably only be a low-level warrior after a lifetime of training."

"Untouchable, I have training resources, do you? What if I become a warrior? Are you going to be trampled under our feet? Hahaha!"

"With his conditions, reaching this point can be said to be an honor despite defeat..."

In an instant, countless faces flashed through Wu Fan's mind, and he remembered what he said to Wu Neng before he became a warrior.

Thinking of this, a long knife appeared in Wu Fan's hand. Holding the long knife, he stood up slowly under the surprised eyes of everyone.

"The most unexpected way in the world..."

"Just when you thought I was giving up..."

"But I stood up!"

Wu Fan stood up straight, pulled out the long knife on the ground, took heavy steps, raised his head, and puffed out his chest, and walked step by step towards the gate of Huaxia Wuhan University!

Then, in the disbelief eyes of other candidates, he stepped on the gate of Huaxia Wuhan University!

"I'm Wu Fan!"

"He walked in dignifiedly!"

At this moment, a notification sound sounded on all the candidates' wristbands.

"The exam is over!"

The moment he heard the exam was over, Wu Fan felt his eyes go dark and he passed out.

...

Imperial Capital Union Warrior Hospital, 7th floor, luxury single-room special care ward.

"Beep..."

"Beep..."

Wu Fan opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling of the hospital, which made him feel like he had been resurrected at the resurrection point in the game.

There was no medical jar this time. Next to it was a heartbeat and blood pressure monitor. Infusion needles were stuck all over the body, and 7 or 8 nutrient solutions filled with spiritual energy were slowly dripping.

Looking at this posture, Wu Fan knew that he had been unconscious for at least 5 days.

After all, the experience is almost summarized.

"Huh? The patient in Ward 13 is awake!"

A nurse lady wearing white stockings walked in the door and said excitedly when she saw Wu Fan was awake.

Soon, several doctors came in to examine Wu Fan.

"There are more than 10 fractures in your body, concussions, skin tears, and spiritual pressure depletion. Although your body is recovering, it will take half a month to heal. Try not to engage in high-intensity martial arts battles during this half month, otherwise the injuries will heal. It's very slow." The doctor said to Wu Fan while writing the medical record.

"Well, I understand."

Wu Fan had moved a little bit just now, and after just taking two steps, he felt discomfort coming from his body.

While he was chatting with the doctor, a group of people came in from outside.

Behind them, the vice president of the hospital was still with them.

Wu Fan knew them, Liu Jianghua, the vice president of China Wuhan University, He Xingxing, a bald professor, and a female martial artist in her 20s.

"Wu Fan, congratulations on your qualification to recommend eugenics."

Liu Jianghua looked at Wu Fan with complicated eyes. He really didn't expect Wu Fan to be among the top 25 even though he was 50 or 60 kilometers behind the first and second tiers.

"Boy, you almost killed me." Professor He's face was beaming with joy, and he didn't know how much he had won.

"What did you eat?" Wu Fan showed a puzzled expression.

"Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning." Professor He waved his hand, then took out a small box and handed it to Wu Fan.

"This is a gift for you. Congratulations on entering China Wuhan University."

"Thanks."

Wu Fan felt kindness and concern from Liu Jianghua and Professor He.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Teacher Shen Zishuang."

"She is an outstanding graduate of our Huaxia Wuhan University in 2018. After graduation, she worked abroad for five years, and then returned to school to teach this year. She is the class teacher of the [Qianlong Class] that your top students are about to enter."

Shen Zishuang has a young appearance. Although she has graduated 5 or 6 years ago, she does not even look 22 years old. Because warriors are nourished by spiritual energy, many high-level warriors have good looks before they fight.

Shen Zishuang is about 1.75 tall, has long hair, slightly covering her left eye, a little light red lipstick on her lips, wearing a pure white short-collar shirt on her upper body, with deep breasts, and a pair of slender legs wearing gray Lai Mi Silk stockings, and a pair of 7 to 8 cm black glossy high heels on her feet.

At this time, not only Wu Fan was sizing up Shen Zishuang, but Shen Zishuang was also sizing up Wu Fan.

"Classmate Wu Fan, this is your admission notice and Huaxia Wuhan University Student ID. Please keep them." Shen Zishuang took out two things from her briefcase and handed them to Wu Fan.

"If you have anything else to do next, just talk to Teacher Shen. If we have anything else to do, we'll leave first." After Liu Jianghua finished speaking, he left with Professor He.

At this time, Wu Fan and Shen Zishuang were the only two people left in the ward, and the room instantly became quiet. At this moment, Shen Zishuang suddenly said to Wu Fan.