Chiling City, Xihe Street.
The sun had just risen and many people had gathered on the street. On the contrary, none of the small traders and hawkers who usually set up stalls on the street appeared to have made appointments today.
Residents near Xihe Street have become accustomed to this day: the annual registration day for the Zhiling District Dianpo Conference.
The Chiling District Dianpo Conference has only one condition for applicants: they must be students of the college. Although the college has no mandatory age requirements for students, most of them are young men and women under the age of twenty. At this time, from the street to the end of the street, there are full of energetic faces.
Many people came here last night and waited here all night, and they are still looking forward to it in high spirits. For too many people, the Dianpo Conference is enough to change the trajectory of their lives. Those who are unknown may become famous in the mainland; those who are despised may gain more attention. Becoming an official, getting rich, having stronger power, standing at the pinnacle of life... can all become a reality through this.
But first things first: win, and keep winning.
Competition is cutthroat.
According to the dianpo ranking set by the dianpo conference, there are only fifty people in total. But now, just as the sun rises, thousands of people have gathered on the street. This is just the beginning, registration for the Dianpo Conference lasts for three days. Every year, no less than 10,000 college students come to register.
There is no threshold, only identity. With such easy registration conditions, junior students from many colleges would come to join in the fun. The newborn calf fearlessly signed the certificates of life and death.
At this time, there were only a few minutes left before registration started. On the special registration stage at Xihe Plaza, all kinds of things were prepared, and the last thing that was brought to the stage were baskets after baskets of winning cards.
Each Dianpo waist card has an exclusive number. After getting the waist card, you will officially become a member of the Dianpo Conference. Hope will be completely ignited at this moment.
The time is counting down. All the teenagers had their eyes widened, looking forward to that moment. It seems that a starting line has been set up in front of them, and from this moment on, they are already competing. To run.
The people responsible for registration have already taken their seats on the stage. The time has not yet come, but an inadvertent "start" has already been heard from the stage.
It's not loud and not very provocative, but it's very clear, coming from the streets. It was transmitted all the way to the end of the street, ensuring that everyone on the street could hear it.
Those who stick to the time did not react at all at this time, but more people immediately rushed to the stage.
Strength, speed. This is just the registration, and it has already shown itself. Many people were hit and almost fell down, but the people on the stage just watched calmly, with no intention of maintaining order.
soon. An agile young man was the first to fall onto the registration table.
"I, sign up!" he said proudly.
Being the first to sign up has no practical significance, it is just a wonderful bonus. He was willing to fight for this. He stood silently for a day and a night at the position closest to the registration desk on this street, waiting for this moment.
Because he wants to be number one.
From the moment you sign up, you have to be number one until you get the number one spot on the ranking list.
And now, he has a perfect start.
"College, name." The person sitting in front of him seemed completely unable to feel his excitement and joy. asked without looking up.
boom!
There was a muffled sound.
Solid, the sound of fists hitting the body.
The boy who won the first place with his agility flew out, and the one who rushed up after him was not tall. But the young man was very strong and was knocked away with one punch.
"Cangkong Academy, Zhao Gang!" He answered the question just asked by the person in front of him.
The person in charge of registration still didn't look up, as if he didn't hear the sound of the punch, as if he didn't know that the first boy who rushed to the stage had been beaten away.
Cangkong Academy, Zhao Gang.
He immediately recorded the name. Then he casually took out one from the basket of waist cards beside him, took a look at it, and threw it in front of Zhao Gang.
Two thousand nine hundred and twenty-one. He wrote after Zhao Gang's name.
Zhao Gang, who successfully obtained the waist card, also saw the number 2921 on the back of the waist card.
"Why not one!" he asked, a little angry.
"Who told you it would be one?" The person in charge of registration in front of him finally raised his head and glanced at the person who signed up in front of him, but his eyes quickly bypassed him and quickly fell on another person who rushed to the stage behind Zhao Gang. .
"College, name." He was still saying this, and Zhao Gang had become air before his eyes.
"I was the first one to sign up, so of course I should be No. 1!" Zhao Gang may not be so obsessed with being the first in this number, but the other party's indifferent attitude made him extremely unhappy. He is a well-known number one in Cangkong Academy. This time he made a special trip to Zhiling City in Zhiling District to participate in the Dianpo Conference, just to...
boom!
There was a muffled sound.
It was very similar to the sound he made before, it was also a solid sound, the sound of fists hitting the body.
Before Zhao Gang could even finish the thought, his body flew out. He didn't even know where the punch came from or who punched it. He flew out of the registration desk, then landed, covered in dust, but his left hand was subconsciously covering his painful right shoulder. Then he saw the boy who had been knocked away by his punch before, just falling next to him, in the exact same position as him, covering the same part.
The attack parts are exactly the same, and the flying distance is also exactly the same. If this punch was not intentional, who would believe it?
"Who is it?" Zhao Gang stood up from the ground angrily. His ability to resist being hit seemed quite good.
On the stage, a girl in red was standing in front of the registration desk.
Everyone looked at Zhao Gang here for a while, and then looked at the girl on the stage.
"Zhaofeng Academy, Su Tang." The girl was talking without even looking at Zhao Gang.
Was it this thin little girl who punched herself away? Zhao Gang couldn't believe it, but he looked at the expressions of the others and it seemed that this was true. Although the emotions in their eyes were different, at least they all told him the same thing. It was this little kid who punched him away. girl.
The waistband of the same standard was thrown in front of Su Tang. As she picked it up, she asked, "Can I sign up for someone else?"
"No." The person on the other side replied without raising his head.
Su Tang showed a regretful look, turned around and shook his head somewhere in the crowd below, and then walked down from the side of the registration desk.
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Hey, it’s already past twelve o’clock, so I’ll quickly update a little bit for you all to see, and there will be more later, so let’s watch it tomorrow morning! (To be continued.)
