The principal's office at Jingcheng No. 7 Middle School.
A middle-aged man with wispy hair stood with his hands behind his back by the window, gazing into the distance with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Principal!" A knock sounded on the door, and then an elderly man of about fifty or sixty years old walked in.
The old man had a refined and scholarly appearance. Compared to the middle-aged man, he was more approachable and less imposing, but the way he looked at the middle-aged man contained a hint of respect.
"Old Zhao," the middle-aged man asked without turning around, "Have the forms been distributed yet?"
"It's already been distributed to each class along with this year's 'Admissions Guide'." Zhao Hanhai, the senior grade director, nodded, then asked with a puzzled look, "Principal, I don't quite understand why we're suddenly arranging a preliminary assessment for martial arts students. It doesn't seem like this is a tradition in previous years."
"Have you noticed that the number of students admitted to universities has increased this year?" Huang Tao, the principal of Jingcheng No. 7 Middle School, asked.
“I see. This year, all martial arts colleges across the country plan to enroll nearly 60,000 students, which is one-third more than last year. This is somewhat unusual… Why is the principal asking this? Is there some special reason behind it?” Zhao Hanhai was taken aback.
"Even for military science colleges that have the support of various parties, resources are not unlimited. The purpose of the college entrance examination is to use limited resources wisely."
Huang Tao frowned, tapping his fingers on the table, and continued, "This was the plan set by the Martial Arts Department back then, but with the sudden expansion of enrollment this year, the pressure on various universities will inevitably increase. In the long run, this is not a good thing, unless..."
"Unless what?" Zhao Hanhai asked.
Huang Tao shook his head and then brought up another matter, "Yesterday, the city lord hosted a banquet, which was attended by the principals of all nine universities in Jingcheng. Before leaving, the city lord said something..."
"What did you say?"
"There's just one thing I've never understood..."
"Principal!" Zhao Han, finally unable to bear it any longer, raised his voice.
You're the principal, that's true, but I, the grade head, have no dignity?
Even if someone is just a tool, they can't be ignored forever, right?
Huang Tao snapped out of his daze and realized what was happening. He coughed and said, "The city lord's last words were that we should stop hiding things, dare to discover and promote talent, and also... cultivate talent!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hanhai fell into deep thought. "So that's why we had to do this investigation?"
“Although the city lord has always been low-key, he is never one to speak without reason. Considering this year’s expansion of enrollment, it is clear that there must be some connection behind it.” Huang Tao nodded.
"So, Principal, is your preliminary investigation also a preparation for subsequent actions?"
"Yes, the city lord's implication is quite clear. If there are really good prospects, we'll probably have to bring out some of our most treasured resources from No. 7 Middle School."
"If that's all there is to it, why would the city lord need to host a special banquet for you?" Huang Tao wondered, considering the city lord's personality.
Huang Tao nodded approvingly, "That's right. There was another person at yesterday's banquet, someone who surprised everyone, although he only showed up once before leaving."
"who?"
After asking his question, Zhao Hanhai saw that Huang Tao remained silent, staring into the distance. He had an idea, took a few steps forward, and followed Huang Tao's gaze.
In Jingcheng, there is a very special building, a tower that is modeled after ancient structures.
At that moment, Huang Tao's gaze was fixed on the towering bronze tower.
"Marquis of Jingcheng?" Zhao Hanhai's expression changed.
In the era of spiritual energy revival, the city lord of each city is the highest-ranking official and usually also the strongest martial artist.
But Jingcheng is special.
Because there was a Marquis of Jingcheng in Jingcheng.
Marquis Gao Wenyuan of Jingcheng is a living legend in Jingcheng, rarely appearing in the public eye.
But judging from Huang Tao's words, the Marquis of Jingcheng had actually shown up at yesterday's banquet, which must have some deeper meaning.
"Do you remember?" Huang Tao exhaled, "The Marquis of Jingcheng was the honorary president of Jingcheng Martial Arts University..."
Zhao Hanhai was taken aback, then seemed to be deep in thought.
...
Shen Qian walked out of Class 109's classroom with a somewhat bewildered expression.
He didn't quite understand why the system was doing this.
Just as I was filling out the preliminary survey form, the system abruptly switched to AFK mode.
In other words, he didn't fill out that form.
By the time I regained consciousness before sinking, the forms had already been taken away.
Originally, Shen Qian planned to fill in some inconspicuous data, but after looking back at the "AFK record", he almost jumped up.
"Explosive power 140Kg, speed 10.5s."
This is the data that the system filled in for him.
Putting aside the fact that such a high-profile approach is completely out of character for Shen Qian's steady and reliable style, the problem is... his current strength is simply not at that level.
"Forget it, when Liu Simin comes to question me, I'll just say I wrote it wrong."
Since it was just a form to fill out, Shen Qian, who didn't take it seriously, quickly forgot about this incident.
"Sink forward!"
Wang Yangming's loud shout came from behind. He ran up, panting, "Why are you walking so fast?"
"Really?" Shen Qian realized that his physical strength had increased, and his steps were unconsciously faster than Wang Yangming's jog, so he slowed down a bit.
"Didn't you say you'd talk to me after school if you needed anything?" Wang Yangming asked, calming his breathing.
He slapped his forehead, realizing he'd almost forgotten about it.
"I remember you said before that your dad was trying to get some kind of special potion for you. Did he get it?" Shen Qian asked.
“Special effects potions aren’t that easy to get,” Wang Yangming sighed upon hearing this. “I already took a body-strengthening potion once when I graduated from junior high school, and taking it again wouldn’t have much effect. In short, it’s impossible for it to help me pass the 120 mark…”
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