Chapter 15

It's not the first time Fang Ping has heard of the name Wang Jinyang.

On the first day of waking up, Yang Jian said.

After that, chen fan began to say, Wu Zhihao began to say, and the head teacher was also saying.

In short, in a few days, although Fang Ping didn't know Wang Jinyang, he could say that it was not empty words.

A student in an ordinary class was admitted to the martial arts university when his grades were not very excellent. In a small Yangcheng, he can indeed be called a celebrity.

Wang Jinyang's reputation even surpassed that of other students admitted to the University of martial arts last year.

……

When he came out of the office, Fang Ping was still thinking about what the head teacher said.

Old Ben did take care of him extra once.

According to Liu Anguo's words, others are OK. We have been preparing for the martial arts test for a long time. We know everything we should know.

Fang Ping is different. He applied for the exam too abruptly.

If Liu Anguo had no hope for him yesterday and learned about the test last night, Liu Anguo felt that he might not be able to create miracles like Wang Jinyang.

As it happens, Fang Ping and Wang Jinyang have many similarities.

At ordinary times, he is not top in his class and his family is ordinary. Wang Jinyang's application for martial arts is not as abrupt as Fang Ping, but on the eve of the college entrance examination, no one thinks he can pass the examination.

Liu Anguo felt that Fang Ping might have some common language with the other party, and there might be some harvest.

So Fang Ping is also on the list.

In the hallway outside the office, Wu Zhihao's face was full of joy and smiles. "I didn't expect the old class to be so awesome. This time, we were the only ones to take care of people."

Yes, only four people in class 4 of senior three are responsible for picking up people this time. Of course, the school also arranged a car and driver.

It's not that the teachers in the school are too arrogant. In fact, Wang Jinyang entered Wuhan University and his achievements must be higher than them after graduation. Many teachers are eager to cover up.

However, when Wang Jinyang communicated with the school before, he said he didn't have to be too troublesome. He just came to the school himself.

Later, I couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the school. I just wanted to talk about a few younger brothers and sisters. There's no need to bother your teachers.

Although this may be polite, the school finally decided to arrange only students to avoid embarrassment.

Liu Anguo is also cruel this time. Wu Zhihao in the class has a great hope of obtaining martial arts, so Liu Anguo just wanted Wu Zhihao to contact him.

Later, when I learned about Fang Ping, I wanted to fight for Fang Ping.

When I think about both of them, Yang Jian and Liu Ruoqi in the class don't seem to perform badly. Let's just go together.

Therefore, Lao Liu blocked the door of the teaching director's office in the morning and refused to go!

Now the headmaster is not at school, and many things are in the charge of the teaching director. He was blocked by his own teacher. In all desperation, the teaching director had to answer with a bitter smile.

Anyway, it's just picking up people. It's an errand job. Some students in the key class are not willing to go.

In the end, the pick-up fell on the heads of class (4).

Wu Zhihao said and said to the other party, "there's no need for class tomorrow morning. Let's meet at the school gate before 9 o'clock and take the school bus to the station together.

We accompanied elder martial brother Wang for lunch.

In the afternoon, we will go to school with brother Wang, and the task will be completed. "

Both Yang Jian and Liu Ruoqi nodded, while Fang Ping said curiously, "what kind of martial arts is elder martial brother Wang?"

After asking Wu Zhihao about this, he said reluctantly: "I don't know. Wuhan University is much more mysterious than other liberal arts universities. Many things don't spread at all.

Elder martial brother Wang is a master of martial arts. We don't know.

However, elder martial brother Wang is only a freshman. Nanjiang Wuda is quite good in Nanjiang, and can only be regarded as average among Wuda in the country.

I guess it should be about one or two. "

As soon as he finished, Liu Ruoqi, who had not spoken much, suddenly said, "one or two grades? Do you really think that all the students of Wuhan University are martial arts?"

She said so, and then went straight away.

When she left, Fang Ping said thoughtfully, "listen to her, all the students of Wuda are not necessarily wuzhe?"

Wu Zhihao said with a wry smile: "it seems so. I don't know the details. It seems that I heard that there are students from Wuhan University who haven't become martial artists by the time they graduate.

But this kind of thing is a little far from us. We don't know what the situation is. "

Fang Ping nodded slightly. It turned out that if he was admitted to Wuda, he would not necessarily become a martial artist. No wonder the martial artist's status is becoming more and more respected.

As for whether Wang Jinyang is a warrior, it is not easy to judge now.

But anyway, this is the first person Fang Ping will see really related to the warrior.

I've been listening to the legend of martial arts. Few people in the whole middle school have ever touched the real martial arts.

For a time, Fang Ping was looking forward to it.

……

After lunch and copying Wu Zhihao's notes, Fang Ping ran out of 50 yuan again.

With no money in hand, I didn't mean to invite Wu Zhihao to dinner.

Of course, Wu Zhihao didn't care much about this, but Fang Ping wrote down the favor.

It's only a few days since I was reborn. I owe a lot of human debt, including the head teacher's and Wu Zhihao's.

Sometimes, a debt of gratitude is much harder to pay than money.

Put these things down, and Fang Ping continued to read and review on his own in the afternoon.

……

night.

When Fang Ping came back, his sister and mother were at home, and his father Fang Mingrong had not come back.

According to the Convention, Fang Ping is not used to kneading her face when she goes home.

As a result, the brother and sister began to fight again. Li Yuying, who was preparing dinner, couldn't cry or laugh. The two children didn't have a quiet time together.

The brothers and sisters were tired of fighting, and Fang Mingrong came home.

As soon as he entered the door, Fang Mingrong said, "have you taken the money?"

Li Yuying nodded. Fang Mingrong turned to Fang Ping and said, "let your mother give you 20000 yuan later. Remember to thank your classmate and his parents.

I won't come this time. When the college entrance examination is over, I must invite them to dinner. "

Fang Mingrong went to the factory today and asked the workshop director.

Blood gas pills do cost 30000 yuan each, and pharmacies don't bargain.

When Fang Mingrong asked if he could buy 20000, he was almost sprayed by the director's saliva.

You can buy it. It's no secret, but which onion is his fame?

Even the director, who bought medicine for his son's college entrance examination last year, couldn't find a channel to buy a cheap one, let alone Fang Mingrong.

At this moment, Fang Mingrong has no idea of being human.

At present, life at home is not easy. Even if Fang Ping is really admitted to martial arts, he will have to spend money in the future. If he can't, he will have to save money.

Ten thousand yuan is not a small amount. If you can save it, you can save it. If you owe someone, you owe it.

As soon as Dad promised, Fang Ping was much more relaxed.

With money, many things are much easier to do.

He is also very busy these days. Even if he wants to make some money, he doesn't have that time.

In order to ensure that I can enter the martial arts examination, I have no choice but to get some money from my parents first.

After the family finished dinner, Li Yuying went into the room to get Fang Ping money.

When 20000 yuan was handed to Fang Ping, Fang Ping spent a little in front of him, and the data appeared again.

Wealth: 20000

HP: 1.1

Spirit: 1

Fang Ping breathed out. It seems that his guess is right. Only the money given by his parents can become wealth value.

In addition, Fang Ping couldn't help laughing at himself. He seemed to be better than the cash detector.

If you have less money and fake money, you can see it at a glance. You don't have to count it.

If it's not only useful for your own money, if you can't pass the martial arts examination and become a martial artist in the future, you can probably win a national championship by working as a teller in a bank.

Leaving these messy thoughts aside, Fang Ping greeted his parents and shut himself into a small room.

……

In the room.

Staring at the panel, Fang Ping hesitated slightly. Is it better to improve Qi or spirit?

Now he knows the function of Qi and blood.

What is the role of the improvement of spiritual power?

Or can you improve your memory and understanding as you guessed?

Although not sure, Fang Ping soon made up his mind to try to improve.

Anyway, there are 20000 wealth points. If there is no effect to improve spirit, the remaining 10000 wealth points can also be used to increase HP.

The HP value doesn't need to be too high. Now the most powerful one in one is only in his early 120 cards. If he Fangping really reaches more than 130 cards, it's not necessarily a good thing.

Having determined his mind, Fang Ping whispered in accordance with his last experience: "add some spirit, or I'll kill you!"

“……”

The data didn't move. Fang Ping was a little embarrassed for a while.

Is this thing working or not? Wasn't that OK last time?

After repeated experiments for several times, Fang Ping finally realized that it had nothing to do with his unreliable spell. As long as he focused and thought about it, the data would change.

After wasting a lot of time, Fang Ping improved his mental strength.

Soon, the immediate data changed.

Wealth: 10000

HP: 1.1

Spirit: 1.1

……

At the moment of spiritual improvement, Fang Ping suddenly felt a burst of coolness in his brain.

It's like a girl's tender little hand stroking her head, which is particularly comfortable.

"Hoo..."

For a long time, Fang Ping woke up and vomited turbid Qi. He only felt refreshed, and the fatigue of the day dissipated.

Not in a hurry to improve Qi and blood, Fang Ping quickly picked up his textbook and began to read.

……

More than ten minutes later, Fang Ping closed her textbook, recalled what she had just read, and then frowned slightly.

It's not as unforgettable as expected, but there are some effects. It seems that the memory is a little better than before, and the effect is not too obvious.

Fang Ping doesn't know whether it's his own comfort or the fact.

However, he speculated that it may be related to the lack of spiritual improvement.

Just like the increase of Qi and blood, although his Qi and blood reached 110 cards, Fang Ping didn't become a superman. Even now, Yang Jian is alone. He will be beaten 100% and can't find the north.

Qi, blood and spirit are just a transformation of the body. They also need to use and exercise themselves.

Having roughly figured out these principles, Fang Ping was not in a hurry.

If it's useful, then think about ways to improve these two data. The improvement of 0.1 is not obvious. How about doubling it?

Thinking that he had to pick up people tomorrow, Fang Ping didn't stay up late anymore. He went out to wash and soon fell asleep.