Signed in at home for three years, I went out and tore the gods with my hands

Of course, Zhenmasi has high requirements, and people with average cultivation levels cannot enter.

The second is to stay in the school to teach, preach and learn, and cultivate the next generation.

The third is that you can join those big families and powerful forces and get decent benefits.

Finally, it is to enter the government department and serve the masses.

Of course, no matter which one it is, you need a school graduation certificate and a letter of recommendation.

Generally speaking, schools do not make it difficult for students.

Unless your grades are too hip, or you have never been to the assessment test.

Without Li Xinghe, this matter would have been difficult to handle.

It's all right now, Mo Yun doesn't have to worry.

"Thank you, as far as the relationship between the old man and your father is concerned, this trivial matter is nothing." Li Xinghe waved his hand.

"Senior and my father..." Mo Yun looked at Li Xinghe suspiciously.

"You don't need to know these things." Li Xinghe smiled and didn't want to say more.

After chatting casually, Li Xinghe was about to say goodbye.

"It's nothing, the old man will go back first."

"By the way, you can come to the old man for anything in the future, don't be polite to the old man."

"Okay, that's all for now, I'll come see you later when I have time."

"Finally, the assessment site is at the East Gate Martial Arts Field."

"There is still a week left. If you change your mind, kid, you can go directly there then."

"Farewell."

Li Xinghe came in a hurry, and left in a hurry.

When Li Xinghe went downstairs, Mo Yun seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly asked.

"How did senior know that I like meat buns the most?"

"Your father told this old man a few years ago." Li Xinghe didn't look back, but just waved his hand in the air.

Seeing Li Xinghe's disappearing back, Mo Yun was stunned.

Chapter 14 The Worst Class

A week later.

Jiangnan Wuhan University's mid-term assessment test for freshmen began.

Detection square.

The test lasted a full day.

Looking at the data displayed on the instrument, the instructors on the high platform looked ugly.

"Oh, it's true that one generation is not as good as one generation, and one generation is not as good as one generation!"

"This is the worst class I have ever led!"

"Who said it wasn't true? Among the six or seven thousand freshmen, only over 100 have broken through to the first-rank level after two months of schooling?!"

"More than 100, when did Jiangnan Wuhan University become so weak?"

"It's okay to have more than 100 first-ranks, and what's more, there is not even a second-rank!"

"You guys really disappoint me!"

The instructors looked livid and scanned the students in the square.

"You people, are you here to practice, or are you here to eat and die?!"

"It's just been relatively peaceful for 100 years, and the younger generation of the human race has degenerated like this?!"

The mentors seemed very angry, heartbroken, and their voices were loud, spreading to every corner of the square.

Among them was a tall and thin young tutor who seemed a little confused, staring blankly at the other tutors who were spitting all over the place.

on the square.

Seeing the instructors go crazy, the students lowered their heads in shame, their faces flushed.

"Are we really so weak? I was considered a genius in our high school, why do I feel so bad now..."

A student with a strong physique and a chubby look had confusion in his eyes.

"It should be, you see the instructors are so angry, our class must be very bad..."

Someone answered in a low voice.

"That's right, high school grades are nothing. Everyone in Martial Arts University is a genius, and if you don't work hard, you will fall behind."

Some people think so.

"That's right, it looks like I've been practicing hard for the second half of the semester!"

"Yeah, I have to practice hard, I can't be lazy anymore!"

Everyone agrees.

"That's right, that's right, we are all geniuses admitted by various middle schools, as long as we work hard, there will be no problem!"

"That's right, no matter what, at least you can't let the instructors look down on you!"

Everyone's fighting spirit was high, and they clenched their fists and swore secretly.

at the same time.

on the high platform.

A tall and thin young mentor said with some concern.

"Several seniors, will there be any problems in beating these students like this?"

"Strike, what blow? I don't understand what you're talking about, old man?" said an old man with a wisp of beard.