Weak Swordsmanship? During The College Entrance Examination, I Staged The Sword To Open The Gate Of

Chapter 5: Who can say no to going to school by helicopter? (ask for flowers and ask for evaluation tickets)

"It's an honor!" Li Changan clasped his hands together.

Excitement flashed in his eyes, what kind of person would a master of the tenth step grand master be?

Another senior grand master?

Or... above the Grand Master?

"Okay, okay..." Zhang Chonglou said happily: "I will tell the teacher later, let him come to the East China Sea as much as possible."

After a pause, he continued to smile and said:

"Although you haven't completed the apprenticeship ceremony...but from today on, you are my junior brother Zhang Chonglou and the deputy landlord of Qingyun Tower!"

Qingyun Tower?

what is that?

Both Li Changan and Li Qingning were at a loss, only the middle-aged man beside him trembled, and the sweat rolled down his forehead again.

"Brother, what is Qingyun Tower?" Li Changan asked with a puzzled smile at this time, while Xiao Qingning who was beside him also blinked and cast a curious look.

"Qingyunlou." Zhang Chonglou smiled slightly: "You can understand it as a martial arts gym, it's nothing."

The siblings nodded in understanding.

Xiao Qingning suddenly became excited and said happily:

"The name of this martial arts gym sounds nice! Grandpa Zhang, can I join?"

Zhang Chonglou was taken aback for a moment, then smiled heartily:

"Why not? But little girl, Qingyun Building is a secret martial arts gym. Once you join, you must keep it a secret. You can't tell others what happened today!"

"No problem!" Li Qingning swore and stretched out four little fingers: "My mouth is the strictest!"

"Okay!" Zhang Chonglou laughed: "Then I'll send you a Xuan Qing Qing Yunyi later."

Li Qingning was even more excited, and envy flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

At the same time, there was the roar of engines in the distance, and more than a dozen inspection vehicles and ambulances were speeding towards them.

Zhang Chonglou looked slightly solemn, and said gently:

"Well, brother, I have to deal with some things... you two still have to go to school?"

Li Changan smiled wryly:

"I almost forgot...it's already late, but it's not a big problem."

As he spoke, he glanced at the road blocked by car debris, and frowned imperceptibly.

Zhang Chonglou clapped his hands lightly, and said with a hearty smile:

"Donghai No. 1 Middle School, right? Well, I'll ask Xiaoqi to take you there."

The middle-aged man on the side hurried forward, bowing his head respectfully:

"Go by helicopter, it will be there in three to five minutes."

"Is it possible!" Before Li Changan could speak, Xiao Qingning's eyes lit up suddenly: "Go to school by helicopter! Wow!"

Li Changan, who originally wanted to decline politely, opened his mouth and could only smile wryly.

That's right, for a child of fourteen or fifteen like my little sister, who can refuse to go to school by helicopter on the first day of school?

Not long after, after bidding farewell to Zhang Chonglou, the two followed the middle-aged man into the helicopter, the propellers spun, and they took off into the sky.

At the other end, more than a dozen inspection vehicles and ambulances arrived, and the director of the Donghai City Public Security Department jumped out of the car in a panic, stepped forward, and bowed his knees.

"Grandmaster Zhang." He said in a low voice: "I rushed over immediately after Qiye notified me, and there was a little delay on the way..."

"Xiaoqi sent someone away." Zhang Chonglou said in a calm voice, "I want you to investigate this matter to the end."

"Understood, understood!" The director said respectfully, and at the same time, a trace of suspicion flashed in his heart, asking the Seventh Master to send him off in person, who is the big man?

.........

first Middle school.

Different from other subjects, there are many classes. For example, the most popular boxing subject, there are even 37 classes in the third year of high school.

As for Kendo, there is only one class from the first year of high school to the third year of high school.

Even in the second year of high school, there is no such thing as a kendo class, because no student enrolls in this subject...

And even in the third year of high school kendo class, there are only four people in total, three are students and one is the head teacher.

This is the actual combat test for the third year of senior high school. This is also the tradition of Donghai No. 1 Middle School over the years. On the first day of school, each grade takes turns to practice the test!

After all, of the 1,000 points in the college entrance examination, cultivation and actual combat accounted for 500 points...

The vast playground was filled with darkness, and there were nearly 2,000 people in the 37 classes of the boxing and martial arts department alone.

In addition to the students of Dao of Swords and Gun Dao, which are also mainstream, there are 6,000 students in the third grade of senior high school.

"Kuando Class 6, Kendo Class 1, come here." Teacher Xie's voice in the actual combat class was cold, mixed with a little impatience, as if he hadn't recovered from the winter vacation.

He flipped through the roster and said without raising his head:

"There are only three people in the first class of Kendo... oh, four, you will take the actual combat test with the sixth class of boxing this time."

Saying that, Teacher Xie frowned:

"Why is there one missing from the Kendo class? There is also one missing from the Sixth Class of Boxing, right?"

Not far away, another middle-aged man came over in a hurry, with a smile on his face, he bent slightly and said:

"Mr. Xie, it's like this. A student from Class Six of Boxing has transferred to our Kendo class this semester. His name is Li Changan. He must be late for something..."

As soon as the words fell, the entire sixth class of boxing was in an uproar.

"What the hell? That kid Li Changan transferred to Kendo class? Is he crazy?"

"Hmph, I guess it's because of the 50 points for the kendo subject in the college entrance examination, but as far as he is concerned, even if he has extra points, he may not be admitted to university!"

"Hey, so what if I pass the exam? Kendo! A waste subject! There is no suitable classic of exercises at all, and the full moon drawing sword is still a passable!"

Amidst the discussion, the faces of the three students in the kendo class turned ugly, and one of the teenagers stuck his neck and yelled:

"Don't talk nonsense, one of you counts as one, who can beat Sister Su Yao?"

The noise fell silent.

Among the three people in the kendo class, the only woman frowned slightly, her brows, as long and narrow as Liu Ye's, were twisted together, but she was still very good-looking.

Her face was frosty, and she just said lightly:

"Why bother shouting at them, no one within the same age group can block my sword."

The words fell, and no one refuted.

The head teacher of the kendo class who was rather servile straightened his back.

Su Yao, a master of swordsmanship, her talent in swordsmanship is the same as her appearance and figure, which belong to the level of amazing world.

In No. 1 Middle School, there was always a saying that Su Yao's legs were the longest in the city, and his kendo talent was also the strongest in the city!

"Enough!" Teacher Xie from the actual combat class frowned, and said disdainfully, "You are very proud of the way of swordsmanship, and your accomplishments in the way of swordsmanship are not bad, but in the future, you will eventually fall to others, so why be arrogant?"

He has always looked down on the Kendo Department the most, and hates everything about the Kendo Department.

Su Yao raised her eyebrows, and just about to refute, the teacher surnamed Xie said leisurely:

"One of the Kendo classes, some students were late, and all of them carried two hundred catties and one thousand push-ups."

The head teacher of the kendo class changed his expression, and quickly said with a smile on his face:

"Mr. Xie, the actual combat test is about to begin. The actual combat results are related to the allocation of resources. You see..."

"Resource allocation? What resources do you need for your kendo class? Are you going to waste them!" He raised his voice sharply, and continued to scold:

"Or Mr. Wang, do you think I'm unfair? Are you targeting your kendo class?"

"Don't dare, dare not..." Teacher Wang lowered his brows, and the students in the sixth class of boxing laughed softly, and the two boys in the kendo class also blushed.

Only Su Yao remained unchanged, but said softly:

"Aren't you two used to it yet?"

The two looked at each other speechlessly.

At this time, that Teacher Xie said slowly again:

"Well, how about this, boxing class six, you all carry a hundred catties and ten push-ups."

As he spoke, he looked towards the kendo class:

"As for you, you are still carrying two hundred catties and one thousand push-ups... Su Yao, you are about to refine your skin, you are carrying eight hundred catties and two thousand push-ups."

Teacher Wang clenched his teeth, and anger appeared in his eyes.

"As for the student who was late..." Mr. Xie smiled softly, "It's really ridiculous to transfer to the Kendo department, cancel his actual combat results, and cancel his resource allocation for this semester."

As the school specially invited him to be the teacher of the practical class, he is fully qualified for this.

The crowd was in an uproar again.

The Daqin Federation attaches great importance to martial arts education, and Donghai No. 1 Middle School is a key high school in the city, and the resources allocated to students are also extremely precious, which can almost be said to be unique to the practice school.

Lacking the supply of resources for a semester, that Li Changan... I'm afraid there is no hope of going to university.

"You are killing a student's future!" Teacher Wang finally couldn't help it, and argued hard: "It's just late..."

"Strangle?" Teacher Xie laughed out loud, "Does a person who chooses to go to the Kendo Department still need me to strangle him?"

After a pause, he spread his hands and said again:

"Well, I'll give him a chance to appear in front of me within a minute, and I will..."

The voice just fell, and there was wind in the sky.

A pitch-black helicopter circled over and landed slowly. The huge wind pressure uprooted the weeds on the playground and flew them in all directions.