Waste Superpower? I Can Become Stronger Just By Breathing

Cheng Ziwen looked at the five school directors, and the smile on his face was not so bright.

"According to the practice of previous years, those who are the first among freshmen and those who perform particularly well in battle can make several not-too-excessive demands to the school."

"And this year's situation is a bit more special. The person who takes first place in the freshman competition and performs particularly well must be one person."

"So I want to discuss with the school board about student Sugu winning the first prize."

Seeing Nariko Wen's smiling face, the five of them gritted their teeth, suppressed the discomfort in their hearts, and said in a deep voice:

"What's there to report? As per previous years' practice, wouldn't your principal be able to make the final decision on this matter? Why are you looking for us?"

"It's still the same this year. You are solely responsible for it and we will never take care of it."

After hearing these words, the smile on Cheng Ziwen's face became even brighter, but he still shook his head and said:

"If it were based on the situation in previous years, I would naturally not bother you, but this year's situation is special."

Nariko asked and said with a smile:

"You just unanimously rejected my request to Sugu to re-enter the Thousand-story Martial Arts Pagoda. In the current situation, if Sugu still wants to study in the Thousand-story Martial Arts Pagoda of our school, you can tell me what should we do?"

"According to the opinions of several school directors, our huge Xingwu University has to reject even this small request from Tianjiao. This makes it difficult for me as the principal to handle it."

Listening to Nariko's question, the school directors asked his family tree ten thousand times in their hearts.

In the past, when we rejected some of your administrative orders in the school, you didn't have a way to bypass us to advance the order.

Are you so particular about procedure this time? Come and ask us for instructions.

The five school directors looked ugly. They wanted to lift the table directly and said that Sugu should not be allowed to enter the Thousand-story Martial Arts Pagoda to study.

But Sugu's performance in this freshman competition was too tough.

If they are so tough that they show this attitude, it may affect the reputation of Xingwu University.

You have this attitude towards your own top geniuses, how can ordinary students still benefit from you?

"So what do you want?" The two-meter-tall man among the school directors looked at Nariko and asked.

"What can I do? How can I, a small principal, take care of such a big thing?" Cheng Ziwen said with a smile: "Since it was the five school directors who handed me over to Sugu, go to Martial Arts Thousand Layers Ta’s request is rejected, so please take back your opinions.”

Crunch!

A school director with a hot temper crushed the handle of the seat.

Withdrawing the refutation of Nariko's question, it was still about the Sugu who had made them uncomfortable for a long time.

This is simply intolerable!

However, these five people looked at each other. Although this matter made them uncomfortable, no one took the lead to refuse.

Again, Sugu's record is too tough. They thought about it for a long time, but they couldn't find an excuse to refuse.

"Several school directors, do you agree or not? Why don't you say anything?"

"If you don't tell me, people from the outside world will ask me in the future, and it was the directors who rejected our school's genius request." Nariko asked with a smile.

Veins popped up on the foreheads of the five people. If their anger could turn into substance, they would probably have given the guy in front of them a lot of trouble.

But in the end they sighed and said feebly:

"Yes, Sugu can enter the Thousand-story Martial Arts Pagoda again."

"I agree, we can make an exception for Tianjiao."

"Compared to his record, the request is indeed not too much, and I agree."

...

After hanging up the video, Cheng Ziwen took a long breath and said:

"It's cool."

Normally when the school is running, my administrative orders are often rejected by these school directors, and they are often disgusted.

Today can be regarded as letting go of the bad energy that had been pent up in my heart.

Looking at the school directors who usually can say that there is a bone in a piece of tofu, after seeing Sugu's performance, they can only nod in agreement with his request. Cheng Ziwen felt an indescribable feeling of relief in his heart, and his affection for Sugu grew even more.

"Even because this kid helped me vent his anger, I have to provide him with a lot of benefits this year." Nariko Wen said comfortably in her heart.

The freshman competition has ended, and these newly admitted freshmen once again formed a square formation, waiting for the school's final awards to the students who performed well in this competition.

"Brother Su, congratulations. Based on your performance, Xingwu University will definitely give you a generous reward."

Feng Yan has been nursed back to health by his own tribe, and his physical injuries have recovered to some extent. There is still a period of time left, and he just needs to rest.

Naturally, he would not miss such a benefit, and he was now being pushed in a wheelchair in the direction of Sugu.

Sugu looked at Feng Yan who was no longer seriously injured and replied with a smile:

"These are little things."

"The way your powers were fully activated at the end, your powers were in pretty good shape at the end. If there is another chance in the future, let's practice again."

As he spoke, his eyes shone a little, and there was a sense of excitement on his face. Without using the newly learned A-level combat skills, Sugu actually felt a sense of crisis when facing Feng Yan in that state.

Fortunately, Feng Yan was already familiar with Feng Yan's attack routines from previous battles, and he lost consciousness and was unable to complete the change of moves.

Otherwise it would be really dangerous.

This feeling of danger made Sugu feel excited for a long time.

After hearing Sugu's words, Feng Yan felt his fighting spirit, and the smile on his face froze. The Feng family member who was pushing the wheelchair for him also took a step back and looked at Sugu warily.

"Brother Su, please let me go. If I do it with you again, I'm afraid I will really be crippled."

"And I can't fully control that state now. In my current state, I won't be able to use my powers for at least a month."

After hearing this, Sugu nodded with regret.

"In that case, let's forget it."

The two of them stood in the front row of the school's freshman formation, chatting incessantly.

And this loose chat ended as a suspended spacecraft slowly descended in the sky.

Five directors of Starry Sky Martial Arts University walked out, followed closely by the school's principal, instructor Lan Qing, and General Yin, who was specially invited by the school.

There are also some other excellent mentors who have also come out of it.

When these big guys who could influence their student careers for the next four years appeared, the entire square of students fell into silence.

The eyes of these students, without exception, all looked towards these big guys. Many of them straightened their waists to make themselves look more energetic.

Next, these mentors may recruit some outstanding disciples into their ranks. Once you follow a tutor, the resources you will enjoy in the future are beyond the reach of ordinary students.

They hope to gain a little chance for themselves at this last moment.

Compared with the eyes of ordinary students looking at him, the eyes of these big guys all looked at Sugu who was standing at the front of the team.

Their eyes contain a subtle complexity.

Before the end of this freshman competition, no one expected that he actually had such potential and power. Among the tutors who wanted to select students to be their disciples, looking at Sugu, their eyes were full of excitement, as if they were trying to restrain something.

After a brief stalemate, Cheng Ziwen stood among the five school directors, coughed lightly and said:

"Next, as the principal, I will reward the young warriors who have performed well in this year's freshman competition."