Yaoshou! I am able to kill gods with one sword as I repeat my college entrance examination.

There are three tactical practice questions, and the passing evaluation is all perfect.

Others have to take at least three days of exams, but he actually only took the exam for half a day.

The most important thing is that this kid is only eighteen years old this year, and he can pass the three questions in the tactical assessment perfectly at this age, not to mention Shuangqing City, and the entire federation has not produced a single one in the past thirty-five years.

"It's a good seedling."

Sun Jun nodded, and for a moment he wanted to directly accept this kid as an apprentice.

It's just that when he thought of Senior Brother Pang Zhen, he was a little hesitant.

He and Pang Zhen are both disciples of Wang Chan, the strongest strategist in the Federation, to say that the two are more tactical and strategic, Pang Zhen has never won, but if you want to talk about disciples, Pang Zhen has never lost.

Forty years ago, when the two pulled apprentices out to compete and Sun Jun ushered in his ninth fiasco, he had not accepted a disciple again.

Looking at the resume formed above the email, this kid is indeed a good seedling for learning tactics.

But can this kid win?

After thinking about it, Sun Jun directly dialed the number of the principal of the seventh middle school.

Shuangqing City No. 7 Middle School, the sun is just right.

Today is the first day of the third year of high school, the students are cleaning, the old principal Wang Zhengsheng, with a big belly, running alone in the playground.

At this moment, a magical colored bell sounded on his bracelet.

"Lao Sun? How did you remember to call me today?

"What are you doing?" Sun Jun looked at Wang Zhengsheng, who was sweating profusely, through the video, with a puzzled face.

The latter touched the sweat and was panting and was about to speak, when he was interrupted by Sun Jun: "Forget it's not important, there is a person named Fang Cheng, a student of your school, right?" "

Fang Cheng?"

"You won't even know about the students at your school, will you?"

"There are so many students in our school, how can I remember all of them?"

Sun Jun rolled his eyes: "If you don't know about the other students, you don't know, Fang Cheng, you don't know, how did you become the principal?"

"What the hell is going on with you old thing? I'll just hang up?

"I just haven't seen you for so many years, I want to see if you are dead, it's okay you hang up."

"I..." Wang Zhengsheng raised his finger and didn't click it.

For him, a roommate of the martial arts academy, he really knows too much what kind of virtue it is, he has not called himself for more than twenty years, and suddenly called, it is absolutely impossible to just see if he is dead.

And he mentioned Fang Cheng, to be honest, this student, he really didn't have an impression, but he could be specifically mentioned by this old thing, that could be an ordinary student?

"What the hell is going on, do you say it or not? If you don't say anything, I can post your embarrassment back then to the Tactician Guild.

"You dare!"

"Hey, what don't I dare."

"Tactician Guild gate, do you know which way to open?"

"Of course I know."

"Then why don't you know that Fang Cheng was admitted to the junior tactician yesterday?"

"Cut..." Wang Zhengsheng, who had just crooked his mouth, was suddenly stupid the next moment: "Wait a minute, what do you say?" Junior tactician?

"Yes, in the thirty-five years since you Shuangqing City, you have finally produced another tactician, which is Fang Cheng of your school."

After Sun Jun finished speaking, he looked proud, wanting to see Wang Shengzheng's reaction to this old product, but Wang Zhengsheng snapped and hung up the phone.

Wang Zhengsheng wiped his face with a towel excitedly, thought about it, and then unplugged the phone of the teaching director: "Hey, Xiaoma, is there a student named Fang Cheng in our school?" Director

Ma was in a meeting with the teacher of the third year of high school, and suddenly received this call from the principal, and he was also confused.

Fang Cheng? Some are familiar, as if I heard it somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while.

"Headmaster, wait a minute." Then he looked at the teachers present: "Who of you knows Fang Cheng?"

Liao Bu chuckled in his heart, what happened to that kid? Did this all go to the principal? It won't hurt me, will it?

"That... Director Ma, there is a repeat student in our class named Fang Cheng this time, I don't know if it's the person you're looking for. "

Repeat student?" Director Ma suddenly remembered: "Is that kid who didn't awaken his powers and wanted to come to re-read?"

Liao Bujian quickly nodded: "It's that kid, what kind of trouble did he break into this time?" At

this time, the teachers present also remembered that when Teacher Liao's class held a graduation party last month, a small video flowed out, and this year's college entrance examination champion Ling Xue threw a waste, and the waste seemed to be called Fang Cheng.

For this kind of self-righteous and unclear students, they have seen more as teachers, and at that time they only regarded it as a joke, and no one cared.

Unexpectedly, the kid stabbed Louzi again, and he was still a big Louzi, and he stabbed the principal.

Looking at the teacher's father's reaction, Director Ma probably knew what was going on, and then said to the principal's laser projection: "There is such a student, in the third and fifth classes of high school, what happened to the principal?"

"Call him to my office, right away." After speaking, Wang Zhengsheng hung up the phone.

The principal's words were heard by everyone present, and the kid really stabbed Da Louzi, silent one by one, and at the same time secretly thanked that the waste wood was not in his class.

Liao Bu was scared half to death, and the superiority of teaching the top student in the college entrance examination disappeared at this moment.

I was angry and afraid in my heart, I was really unfavorable for many years, how did I meet Fang Cheng's calamity, this is the first day of school, I will find something for Lao Tzu.

In the silent conference room, Director Ma knocked on the table, looked at Liao Bujian and said, "Teacher Liao, did you hear the principal's words?" "

Listen... Heard me.

"Then aren't you going soon?"

"But... Director Ma, that kid took a leave of absence today.

"So clever? You're not shielding him, are you?

"How is it possible, I don't share the sky with that kid."

In the conference room, all the teachers looked at Liao Bujian together, is Fang Cheng's kid his father's murderer? Lao Liao actually wants to not share the sky with him?

Liao Bujian also found that he was too excited just now, and quickly explained: "I mean that kid has not changed his teachings, which is really infuriating.

Director Ma said, "I don't care about this, if the principal can't see him today, your performance this month will be gone." Liao

Bujian, who walked out of the conference room, smashed a punch on the pillar, how could he be such a plague, but after thinking about it, this was not an opportunity to kick that kid out of school.

As long as the kid left, no one knew that he secretly went to the tactician exam, and as a result, he didn't pass the exam, but his own waste firewood student did.

Thinking about it, Liao Bujian went directly to the principal's office.

......

The gate of Shuangqing City, the ten-story metal gate has been opened, and a group of heavily armed soldiers are guarding the ramp out of the city, looking like they have passed through customs.

Not far from the city gate, four punk-style motorcycle teenagers gathered.

"Boss, why hasn't that kid you said come yet?"

Shen Jie was also speechless, saying that if she left early in the morning, that kid was too unpunctual.

At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in the crowd, and Shen Jie immediately stood up from the motorcycle: "Here." "