Jiang Hong said with a smile.

Chu Yao: ...

speechless.

"The principal is joking."

Jiang Hong's expression turned serious. "I'm not kidding. You have no idea how much of a field this spark of yours has ignited. The situation is very delicate now. Now that you've started something, I'm sure many martial arts school principals will be troubled."

"My child has grown up and wants status. What can adults do? Can they still kill you?"

"This is a serious issue. The future is ultimately yours."

That's a bit harsh.

Chu Yao also fell silent.

Come to think of it, it is true.

Martial arts schools were originally established to select students for the military, and they had been running very well before.

But history has cycles after all.

As these two systems have developed to the present day, the martial arts school system and the selection system have become seriously mismatched.

It's like a landslide lake, with a large number of people stuck here and no room to rise.

This is the case with Jiangcheng Martial Arts School.

The same is certainly true for other martial arts schools.

The human race is not only home to geniuses, but geniuses are a minority after all.

Most of them are ordinary people.

And these ordinary people are the most valuable assets on the scene.

“So this is a pilot?”

"Are you under pressure from the boss? Are you asking me to find a way out?"

Thinking of this, Chu Yao quickly asked.

Jiang Hong nodded.

"yes."

"The plan I proposed is called the Spring Mud Plan."

"Using the method of veterans guiding the new, going to the battlefield and experiencing the tempering of real combat, we can allow young people to grow up quickly while eliminating most of the veterans."

"There's no other way. Resources are limited. No one should be discouraged. Everything is for the sake of humanity."

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