Chapter 392: So Horrible, Let’s Begin
Feng Mu felt very wronged.
He was a clean man and did things honestly, so why did all his friends have prejudices against him? He sighed, and his sigh was filled with helplessness, self-mockery, and a complex emotion that was difficult to describe.
"Captain Li, you misunderstood..." Feng Mu said slowly, "I came here today on behalf of the Second Ward to invite Secretary Hou to inspect the work of the Second Ward tomorrow morning. I also came to see this joint exam event and cheer for my genius sister. I have no other intentions."
Feng Mu guaranteed that every word he said was true, 100% true.
However, Li Shang's heart sank, and he asked coldly, "Really?"
There was a hint of suspicion and vigilance in his eyes, and his expression became even more nervous.
Feng Mu was helpless, he pointed at the ring above his head and explained: "The one with the high ponytail is Feng Yuhuai, she is my sister, I will never lie to you, well, friends don't lie to friends."
Li Shang's expression lightened up a little, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He grinned at Feng Mu and said with a smile:
"Your sister looks very impressive. It looks like she will shine today. She must have a bright future. Congratulations."
Feng Mu laughed and said, "Yes, the future is not bright. Thank you for your kind words, Captain Li."
"Okay, I'll get busy then. Remember to call me if you need anything. I'll help you..."
Li Shang was still somewhat nervous in his heart. He hesitated to give another instruction before leaving, looking back every few steps. However, he left Chang Erbing behind.
Feng Mu turned his head to look at Chang Erbing who was lying on the ground. The latter looked a little embarrassed.
Feng Mu smiled and did not embarrass Chang Erbing. Instead, he said in a gentle voice:
"Captain Li is a worthy friend. He is really enthusiastic towards his friends. There are many parents and guests on campus today. Having you with us can help us avoid conflicts with others. That's great."
Chang Erbing nodded and murmured in his heart:
"This guy's words are quite comforting. If you don't know the inside story, who can tell that he is crazy? This is really... too dangerous!"
The melody of the campus music trembled slightly in the wind, and suddenly there was a fluctuation, as if the strings were plucked by an invisible force.
A low and slightly age-old cough came from the loudspeaker. The sound was like an echo from the depths of the earth, heavy and powerful, and instantly attracted the attention of the entire audience.
On the rostrum, Principal Xue Xunyu stood steadily in front of the microphone, his back as straight as a pine tree.
He was wearing a neatly tailored dark blue suit with a shining metal school badge on his shoulder. It was the symbol of the century-old spirit of No. 8 Middle School and also the glory of his 30-year career as principal.
Although he is over sixty years old, time has not diminished his majesty, but instead endowed him with a calm demeanor.
Before he opened his mouth, he just coughed, and the applause from the students below surged like a wave, and the cheers intertwined like thunder.
He gently pressed his hands together again, and the scene immediately became quiet; even the sound of the wind seemed to be silenced.
A cough and a breath, just right, neither seeming deliberate nor revealing any unnecessary emotion, but like an invisible command, instantly controlling the pulse of this campus in the palm of the hand.
Over the past sixty years, including thirty years as the principal, his ability to educate students has reached perfection, it's so terrifying.
"Dear guests, parents, teachers and students, welcome to No. 8 Middle School. Today is the final of the martial arts joint examination, and it is also the 100th anniversary of the founding of No. 8 Middle School."
Principal Xue's voice was transmitted clearly and loudly throughout the venue through a high-precision audio diffuser.
"Over the past century, with a century of accumulation, No. 8 Middle School has always taken inheritance, dedication and excellence as its mission.
Today, we not only want to celebrate the school's centenary glory, but also cheer for every student standing on the stage today - you are the pride of the school and the future of District 9!"
Along with Xue Xunyu's voice, the surrounding holographic screens lit up instantly, reflecting the century-old history of No. 8 Middle School.
The initial scene is breathtakingly striking.
It was a ruin. Rusted sewer pipes were exposed in the scorched earth wreckage of the bombing. The air seemed to still smell the lingering smell of gunpowder and decay.
The rain washed the mud into criss-crossing gullies, and a broken flagpole stood alone in the corner, the flag having long disappeared.
The next picture began to gradually brighten.
The ruins were leveled bit by bit, the gullies were filled, and the first brick school building rose from the ground.
After that, the scene began to speed up. School buildings were expanded one by one, the playground was leveled bit by bit, and saplings were planted in the corners of the campus, slowly growing into towering trees.
Later, glass windows reflected the "sunlight" falling from the base of the upper city, holographic projection teaching equipment was introduced into the classroom, and traditional martial arts classrooms were replaced by high-tech equipment.
The camera finally stopped at the current No. 8 Middle School - a high-tech institution made of metal and glass. The exterior wall of the school's main building is as smooth as a mirror. Holographic beams rise from the top of the teaching building, faintly outlining the school emblem of No. 8 Middle School.
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The picture kept changing and enlarging, and finally froze into a series of suspended arenas. Young, passionate and "murderous" figures appeared on the arena, reflected in the picture.
It seems that this campus is not only an institution of learning, but also a "colosseum" of education.
The voice from the loudspeaker was deep and sonorous, as if it contained some kind of exciting power. The tail tone rose slightly, carrying a hint of "murderous aura": "The most exciting moment in the history of No. 8 Middle School has finally arrived. I declare that the ultimate horn of the martial arts joint examination is now sounded!
The pride of the arena, put aside all your worries, tear off your shackles, and release all your potential! Today, burn! Fight! Achieve your glory! The first person who finally stands on the top, your name will be closely linked to this martial arts joint examination, and will be heard throughout the entire ninth district.
Your name will be engraved on the school monument and passed down from generation to generation together with your alma mater, shining forever and immortal! "
As the words fell, the whole audience seemed to be swept by a strong wind, and the boiling shouts and applause surged like waves, shaking the entire campus.
The holographic light screen then lit up, and the heroic figures of the eight "strongest high school students" were projected on the screen one by one. Their postures were different, but all of them exuded a confident "strong temperament."
Their names and personal information are marked on the side, and the images on the light screen will be broadcast live simultaneously by the TV stations present.
To some extent, there is no need for anyone to be the first to reach the top; the names of the eight of them have already made them famous in District 9.
However, all eight of them understood that the battle had just begun, and only those who reached the top could write their own legend to the extreme.
The scene changed again, and a light screen was facing an arena, on which two people stood facing each other, ready to go.
The professional martial arts referee standing between the two of them had a straight posture and a stern look.
He slowly brought the whistle to his lips, and the clear whistle sounded long at the end:
"This fight is completely unrestricted! The winner stands, and the loser lies down!"
The final curtain of the first martial arts joint examination in District 9 has been opened, and it will soon be famous throughout District 9 as expected by No. 8 Middle School... (End of this chapter)
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