Thursday, October 19, 6:02 am.
There was a bit of coolness in the air and the sky was hazy, but the roads were particularly lively.
Lu Li quickly walked out of the unit building.
After nearly half a year, he once again experienced getting up early to go to school, but his mood was much calmer and more composed.
When he arrived in the classroom, his deskmate Wu Yue was already sitting in his seat with various test papers in front of him.
From the looks of it, it seems that he has given up all hope in studying martial arts, and is planning to take the exam tomorrow to give up completely, and then switch back to liberal arts.
Seeing Lu Li arriving, Wu Yue put down his pen, raised his head and said, "What happened yesterday was indeed unintentional..."
"it's okay no problem."
Lu Li didn't care about that little episode anymore. He came to ask for leave this morning and left.
In fact, apart from the fact that tomorrow's exam can barely arouse a little interest in me, the rest is nothing.
Seeing this, Wu Yue said nothing more and continued to immerse himself in studying the test papers. His attitude when he returned home last night made him completely give up on applying for the martial arts exam——
You only have one chance. If your results are not satisfactory, you will switch back to liberal arts.
In this world, warriors are a minority after all, and ordinary people are the mainstream, and they are divided into three, six, and nine levels:
Those who have a little money, those who have no money, those who work in relevant units, those who work in factories and work on the assembly line...
The gap in treatment is not small.
Therefore, after two years of hard work, it may not be impossible to achieve a class leap and become a happy ordinary person.
Of course, Lu Li didn't care what he thought. According to the development trajectory of the other world, the two of them separated after being roommates for a while, and they didn't have much intersection in the future.
[Duke: I have already asked for leave. Where are you? 】
The phone vibrated slightly.
After browsing the information, Lu Li subconsciously looked at the time. Morning self-study would not start until ten minutes, so the probability of the teacher showing up early was low.
[In half an hour, just wait for me at the school gate]
[Duke: Received, salute.jpg]
At this time, Zhang Congxin, with slightly yellow hair, walked in from the back door, carrying a satchel, vividly explaining what it means to disown one's relatives.
But when he passed by Lu Li, he still said hello, "Why did you go back so early yesterday?"
"It's a lot of pressure." Lu Li said something different from what he said at home, "I'm going to take a leave of absence for a while, and I'll come back after the exam tomorrow."
Hearing this, Xiao Huangmao was stunned. He really didn't expect anyone to ask for leave today. He reminded: "There is pre-exam training in the morning, and the school will conduct a mock exam in the afternoon.
I just found out last night that it turns out that the monthly exams for martial arts students have been organized and supervised by government departments, and the school has no way to get involved..."
Except for hair dyeing, Zhang Chongxin had nothing to do with bad youths. At this moment, he was trying to persuade Lu Li not to give up on himself.
After all, this kind of trend has been spreading in the class during this time, and more and more people are feeling uneasy and thinking about giving up.
"Mock exam?"
"right."
Lu Li, who had originally planned to decline the other party's kindness, finally got the energy and asked, "Do you know what the specific arrangements are?"
Although he checked a lot of information on the Internet last night and got important information from Duke, there were some things that he did not check.
For example, the monthly martial arts exam.
Not many people pay attention to this common sense issue, and there are various opinions and no conclusion.
The most important thing is that Lu Li doesn't feel that he will be trapped in a small test in a low martial arts world.
"Follow the unified requirements of the national examination. There are three levels in total."
"The first level has nothing to do with talent or anything like that. A physical examination confirms that there are no major injuries."
"Taking blood?"
"No, just check your vision and let the instrument scan it to make sure there are no deformities in the bones."
Wu Yue stopped writing the question while the two were talking, and his mood was particularly complicated. He wanted to make a comeback through martial arts, but at the same time, he was restricted by his parents' attitude and found it difficult to enter martial arts.
When he came home yesterday, he told his family about paying the exam fee, and received a lot of complaints. It wasn't until he came to school this morning that he got the money from his mother.
The first monthly exam, if you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent person.
If you have this talent and excellent grades, then just bite the bullet and continue studying. If you don't have the talent, simply give up early and prepare for liberal arts.
"A last-ditch fight."
After Wu Yue whispered in his heart, he put away his pen and listened silently to the exchange between the two.
"What about the second level?"
"The exams in June next year are very demanding, and we have just started to enter martial arts. Speaking out will inevitably undermine our confidence."
As he spoke, Zhang Congxin shook his head, "For the first monthly exam, you will probably do a set of punches and be graded based on the completeness."
"Finally, there is a special test. I heard from the seniors who are about to take the national exam that this level is particularly magical. A glass bottle will be placed in front of everyone."
"Then what?" Wu Yue couldn't help but ask.
The teacher has never introduced these aspects, and those would-be martial artists on the Internet are also very secretive about it, as if they are worried about getting into trouble.
"Only those who have experienced it personally can know the specific situation. Officials have relevant regulations."
Xiao Huangmao hesitated to speak. On the one hand, he felt that half-hiding what he said was not very authentic. On the other hand, he was worried about getting into trouble.
Finally, he said vaguely: "I heard that the glass bottle contains a liquid that is darker than blood. When a person is close to it, it will cause fluctuations. The more severe the fluctuations, the worse the performance of this assessment will be. "
"It has nothing to do with hard work."
"The afternoon mock exam, the only thing the school can help with is the second level."
As soon as he finished speaking, the head teacher walked in, and Xiao Huangmao, who was stuck in the same place, left quickly.
After a while, the classroom became quiet, and she went straight to the topic: "Students who have not paid the registration fee must pay the registration fee before school in the morning. If the deadline is exceeded, they will automatically give up."
While speaking, the head teacher couldn't help but look around.
After getting along for a month, the teachers of each subject have a good understanding of each student's situation, let alone her as the class teacher.
I have a rough idea of those who are willing to try, those who are talented but unable to calm down, and those who are already giving up.
"In addition, the registration fee is only higher this time. After all, the situation is special. If you take the monthly exam in the future, you can just pay one thousand."
Monthly exam, as the name suggests.
Once a month.
If it is only 5,000 yuan, ordinary families will indeed need to sell iron to provide for their children, but if it is only 1,000 yuan, the quality of life will be reduced, and they can be satisfied just by gritting their teeth.
After saying these words, the head teacher turned and left.
Martial arts is different from liberal arts. There is no so-called morning reading. Students can do whatever they want in the self-study class. The default is to review what they learned yesterday and then conduct practical exercises in outdoor classes.
"Are you signing up?"
"Are you sure you want to participate?"
There was endless chatter.
Without saying a word, Lu Li stood up, left his seat, and handed the money to the squad leader.
Although this is a waste of time, it can make your parents happy.
