Classroom for 3 classes per year.
Lu Qianjun looked at the practical class score sheet of Class 1, and then looked at the practical class score sheet of Class 3.
He frowned.
Practical combat subjects require the least talent. They just require a little understanding, but more of them rely on practical training.
Fang Hao's actual combat rating is S.
His actual combat rating is also S.
But now that a month has passed, he knows that he is indeed fighting S.
But Fang Hao actually fought S because the highest rating was only S, and he was actually super S.
In just one month, Fang Hao had improved the actual combat abilities of the other members of Class 1.
This speed puts the instructors in the academy to shame.
Tutors only work for a salary, and they may not necessarily work hard when teaching, let alone provide summary and targeted training for each student.
Moreover, these instructors at the fifth and sixth levels of Zhenwu may not have strong actual combat abilities.
Among these instructors, only a few have faced off against wild beasts and experienced bloody battles.
Most of the remaining ones came from academies or martial arts schools. They had never been on the battlefield, or even gone to the wild to fight wild animals. They would not fight to death with people in daily life.
In other words, most mentors themselves are flowers in the greenhouse.
Lu Qianjun put down his grades and secretly thought about whether to contact Fang Hao.
In the past month, the three S-level geniuses among them had a sense of "the king cannot see the king", even if they bumped into each other head-on, they pretended not to have seen them.
However, the students in the three classes showed a faint tendency to be confrontational and even provocative.
Now that the actual results have come out, the students in Class 1 can't help but feel a little more arrogant when walking, and they are also a little condescending to the people in Class 3 and Class 10.
This will not be the case for students in other classes. After all, they are not on the same track.
But towards the people in Class 3 and Class 10, there was a sense of pride.
Accordingly, people in Class 3 and Class 10 will feel aggrieved.
Comparing people with others will lead to death, and comparing goods with goods will lead to throwing away.
Aren't the three of you three S-levels?
Why did Class 1 progress so quickly and improve so much?
Although no one asked him face to face, Lu Qianjun was already feeling the pressure.
There are only two ways to relieve this pressure.
The first is to make everyone realize that Fang Hao is the only one in existence.
The second is to have a fight with Fang Hao and use his strength to prove that he is just not good at teaching, not not strong enough.
Although this does not solve the problem that the improvement of this class is not as great as that of Class 1, it can save some face.
Originally, guiding actual combat ability was the task of the actual combat class instructor, not the representative of the martial arts class.
However, the instructors of practical courses have limited energy to lead several classes, and they may not always be very attentive.
Fang Hao taught so well, better than the instructors, and raised the actual performance of all members of Class 1 by one level.
This comparison shows that other martial arts representatives are useless and careless.
As three-S level geniuses at the same level as Fang Hao, Lu Qianjun and the other one were naturally under the greatest pressure.
"Just fucking roll it!"
Lu Qianjun sighed, rolled up the two report cards and threw them into the trash can.
Originally, everyone was relaxed and practicing happily.
Now suddenly a roll king appears, making it impossible for everyone to relax and enjoy themselves.
He took out his mobile phone and called Fang Hao.
"Fang Hao? I am Lu Qianjun."
Fang Hao was a little surprised when he received the call: "Is something wrong?"
"Who is your master?" Lu Qianjun asked directly, "Is it Li Chao?"
"No." Fang Hao was a little confused, "Why do you ask this?"
Lu Qianjun said: "Make an appointment and let's have a fight."
"noon?"
"Okay, see you on the playground at noon."
Lu Qianjun hung up the phone, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Knowing how to teach may not mean you can fight.
Just because Fang Hao made all the students in Class 1 improve their actual performance by one level, it doesn't mean that he is better than him!
You have to fight to know who is stronger!
The other students in Class 3 immediately spread the news, like throwing a huge boulder into a calm lake, causing huge waves.
Soon, the entire Zhenwu Academy became lively.
Not only this grade is excited, but the seniors in the second and third grades are also excited.
After the instructors learned the news, they also paid attention.
This is the first big event for this year’s freshmen since they entered school!
Now that there is another mental power test S, it is time to call them four S-level geniuses.
Moreover, this mental power test is much more important than the previous strength, physical fitness, and actual combat tests, because mental power qualifications directly determine the upper limit of a practitioner!
Students who reach S in the mental strength test in the first month will most likely be able to break through to the seventh level of Zhenwu in the future, and then hit the tenth level of Zhenwu, and it is not impossible to become a king-level powerhouse.
Now the two future kings are about to have the first peak showdown in their lives!
No matter who wins, it will not affect their future achievements or their current evaluation.
Because life is a long road, their road to true martial arts is still long.
Participating in the "Genius Youth Competition" next year is the moment when your genius truly shines.
Lu Qianjun issued a challenge to Fang Hao, which naturally aroused the competitive spirit of another fourth-level genius.
After Shi Zhixue heard what Li Xiaoya said, she just nodded slightly.
"knew."
"Let's go take a look at noon."
Her voice was very soft, a little distant and ethereal, but also very soft, making people's ears feel a little itchy.
Although she became the representative of the martial arts class, she didn't care about the actual combat skills of her classmates, let alone sparring with boys.
He doesn't even sparring with girls other than Li Xiaoya.
He will only provide some insights and guidance to the students when they are practicing, point out the flaws in the moves, and fulfill the obligations of the martial arts class representative.
It can be said that among the 29 people in Class 10 except herself, she only likes Li Xiaoya, and no one else can catch her eye.
Even towards Li Xiaoya, she was not very kind.
Li Xiaoya knew that she had this temper and didn't care about her attitude towards her. She just smiled and said, "Would you like to submit a letter of challenge as well?"
"to whom?"
"Fang Hao, he's really good. My dad even praises him. Alas, it's a pity that I wasn't assigned to Class 1."
"Let's take a look first."
Shi Zhixue opened the history textbook and said softly.
Li Xiaoya pouted, turned around and returned to her seat, lying on the table and sighing.
She was so unlucky.
Not only was he not in the same class as Fang Hao.
Not even in the same class as Fang Mengqi!
No, she had to drag Fang Mengqi to stay at home for a few days on weekends. Once her bratty brother left, it would be too boring for her to be alone at home.
How about calling Fang Hao too?
Eighty percent of the time, please don’t move.
The morning class ended quickly and it was noon.
On the large playground, hundreds of students from the Zhenwu Academy formed a large circle with a diameter of twenty meters. Those in the front row squatted or sat down consciously.
Dean Wen Zilong also came to watch the game with a group of tutors.
This first battle is of great significance and has a great impact.
If this first battle fails to bring good results and impact, subsequent battles in the first grade will be negatively affected.
To describe it in two words, it must be "decent".
Decent opening, decent progression, decent ending.
Whenever there is a problem in any link that leads to lack of dignity, the impact will become negative.
Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, and negative news always travels faster.
It just so happens that every student now has a mobile phone, so they have to be allowed to take pictures.
"I'm coming!"
When the protagonist appears, the audience immediately falls silent.
