"2297 China College Entrance Examination Admission Guide".
The guide in my hand is very thick, almost as thick as a Chinese language textbook.
To everyone's surprise, the first page contained not a table of contents, but a line of poetry.
The font is the Chinese running script; just staring at those fourteen characters, a surge of passion washes over you.
"In the prime of youth, when one is dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, one should live life to the fullest and know the meaning of life."
"Writing a poem on the homepage is a tradition we've maintained for years. It's meant to remind everyone to cherish their time. Your teachers have told you more than once that, whether you're studying humanities or sciences, the golden period for your progress is right before you graduate from university..."
While listening to Liu Simin's rambling, Shen Qian was thinking about something else.
He had read the poem before, but he had never felt the same impact as he did just now. The expressions of the students around him were clearly shaken.
The problem lies with the person who wrote the poem.
Sure enough, there was an annotation for the poem in the lower right corner, and the person who wrote the poem was Wu Wei, the head of the martial arts department.
Having recently gained more experience, Chen Qian has come to guess some things.
But these were mass-produced items, so how could they still retain some spiritual energy?
However, this question was clearly unrealistic, so Shen Qian didn't dwell on it and continued reading.
The second page is the proper table of contents. Chen Qian glanced at it and saw that it was roughly divided into four sections. The first section contained information on all the liberal arts, martial arts, and vocational colleges in China that participated in this year's college entrance examination.
I'll skip vocational schools. Although I hadn't paid much attention to them before, I knew that vocational schools were characterized by high tuition fees, low entry requirements, and easy discrimination against students...
To put it simply, for example, if you attend a certain vocational college specializing in arts and martial arts, you're more likely to become a security guard after graduation.
Old Hu, the security guard at Xingfu Community, looks like a graduate of a vocational school.
As for purely liberal arts colleges... ha, are they even worthy of me now?
Therefore, Chen Qian directly flipped to the page introducing martial arts colleges.
The page became much cleaner, because compared to the densely packed liberal arts colleges, there are only 67 martial arts colleges in the entire country that openly recruit students.
Last year, Wuhan University admitted fewer than 40,000 students nationwide through the college entrance examination, who were distributed among these 67 universities.
"Teacher Liu, I have a question," a boy wearing glasses asked, raising his hand.
Shen Qian glanced at it and saw it was Dai Wen, an ordinary classmate... In Shen Qian's definition, an ordinary classmate was someone who was not particularly outstanding in any aspect but not bad either.
"Go ahead," Liu Simin nodded.
“There must be at least a million people taking the martial arts college entrance exam every year, right?” Dai asked. “The acceptance rate is too low… but I feel there are actually quite a few martial artists in society.”
The low acceptance rate is not a problem; everyone knows that the acceptance rate is low. The key lies in Dai Wen's next sentence.
Many students seemed to be deep in thought. Indeed, to put it bluntly, nowadays, the minimum requirement for hiring security guards in many decent residential communities is a beginner level of martial arts, yet the competition for martial arts college entrance exams is so brutal.
Not to mention the 500 yuan registration fee, the saying "the poor study literature, the rich study martial arts" has always been true. Even if you get into a martial arts college, the tuition for a year is at least ten times that of studying humanities.
For a time, many students who were physically fit but came from ordinary families felt a bit lost.
If one can gradually advance to become a martial artist without attending a martial arts academy, then what is the point of the college entrance examination? What is the point of spending hundreds of thousands of yuan on tuition?
"It's obvious you haven't done any research on the social situation." Zhang Liangwei, the top liberal arts student in the class, couldn't help but stand up and speak before Liu Simin could. "Yes, there are quite a few martial artists in society, but you've overlooked one issue..."
"Many martial artists in society only become martial artists long after they have entered society, but martial arts theory classes and biology classes have already told us that the golden age for cultivating martial arts is before the age of thirty!"
"In other words, if you have a certain pursuit of martial arts, for ordinary families like ours, entering a martial arts academy is the only option!"
"Let me give you an example. For instance, you've probably all heard the rumor that once you advance to the level of a beginner martial artist, you can receive a subsidy from the Martial Arts Department."
“I know that, there’s ten thousand yuan every month, right!” Shen Qian’s eyes lit up.
He remembers seeing this statement online, which is how he initially set his sights on becoming a martial artist.
“That’s right, but this subsidy is limited. Only those who become beginner martial artists before the age of 22 can receive this subsidy.” Zhang Liangwei chuckled.
"After the age of 18, this subsidy will decrease year by year. For example, a beginner martial artist under the age of 18 can receive 10,000 per month, but at the age of 19, it can only receive 8,000, at the age of 20, it is 6,000... all the way up to 2,000 at the age of 22. Once you are over the age of 22, this subsidy will stop."
Liu Simin added, "There are many martial artists in society, but most of them are grassroots martial artists. Just like the liberal arts college entrance examination, the martial arts college entrance examination is the only opportunity for the vast majority of ordinary people to change their fate."
Many students in the class looked enlightened, especially Chen Qian, whose expression was the most resolute.
Ten thousand a month is a huge sum of money... Damn it, system, why didn't you appear sooner?
Thinking that he had just turned 17, Shen Qian felt a little melancholy.
The days of receiving 10,000 are numbered...
In short, Liu Simin's meaning is clear: most martial artists in society are trash who have passed their prime and are just there to make up the numbers.
So the students who applied for the martial arts college entrance examination were rekindled in their fighting spirit and began to excitedly discuss the various martial arts colleges, comparing their admission scores with those of previous years and secretly speculating about their chances.
Soon everyone gathered in small groups, and Wang Yangming, holding the booklet and looking distressed, also came over.
"As I look at the screen, I feel my chances are getting slimmer and slimmer. My parents really want me to get into Southwest Martial Arts University, but it's a second-tier martial arts high school. Last year, the minimum physical fitness requirement was 127kg. That's way too difficult..."
"I think you should apply to Jingcheng Martial Arts University with me. Although it's a relatively new university, I heard that the Marquis of Jingcheng is its honorary president, and the admission score is low. 120kg of strength is definitely enough!"
Shen Qian didn't speak, but Zhou Xu chimed in.
"But the tuition at Jingcheng Martial Arts University is too expensive. I heard it starts at 100,000 yuan a year..."
Wang Yangming shook his head.
The two discussed it with sighs for a while, only to find that Shen Qian was ignoring them completely. Instead, he was frowning and tapping on the table while staring at the admissions guide on the table, as if he had encountered some problem.
Zhou Xu curiously leaned over for a look, then let out a soft exclamation, "Chen Qian, why is your page different from ours?"
Wang Yangming was also taken aback. He peeked out and, sure enough, the page before him was much cleaner, because his page only had information on four universities.
"What... Holy crap!"
"Beiwu? Huawu? Suzhou University of Science and Technology? Shenwu?"
Zhou Xu and Wang Yangming looked like they'd seen a ghost. No wonder there were only four universities on this page before the sinking; they were all among the top universities in the country and had been listed separately!
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