blue? !
what's the situation? !
The last one in this high school actually has blue talent! ?
Is the order of the list wrong? This is not the last one, but the first one?
That's not right. Just now, someone below was using words to criticize Zhou Mu.
There are very few people with purple talents.
In Feijian Academy, the blue swordsman talent is the top genius.
Yuqiao's own talent is only cyan.
The selection criteria for the pilot class this time is orange talent.
But Yuqiao didn't expect that the first person to come up and be the last in the school would give him a critical hit.
But Yu Qiao was just stunned for a moment before returning to normal.
"Okay, that's enough."
He nodded towards Zhou Mu, showing no other mood swings.
Zhou Mu scratched his head, "Is this the end?"
Yu Qiao nodded again: "You can go back."
Data from the test will not be released.
To prevent any peerless genius from appearing and being targeted by the White Walkers.
The disc in his hand also has the property of a privacy screen, so outsiders cannot see why.
"Next, Sun Jie, Class 6, Grade 3."
Zhou Mu walked off the platform in confusion.
He returned to the team of Class 14, muttering: "Did I pass or failed?"
You Junda laughed at the side: "Idiot, you are the last in the school and you are still daydreaming!"
Zhou Mu glared back: "You are the idiot, your whole family is idiots!"
"No idiot, why did you lose the dragon horn of the Canglong King?!"
You Junda almost vomited blood.
…
On the high platform.
Yuqiao looked at the second student's test results.
The disc doesn't light up.
No talent for swordsmanship.
The same goes for the next few people.
There was no movement on the disc connected to the kendo stone.
Yu Qiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhou Mu was just an accident.
A dusty pearl.
"Blue talent... Even if his basic talent is poor, he can still make up for it with elixirs."
"How about accepting him as a disciple in advance?"
Yuqiao thought in his mind and called out the next name.
"Grade 3, Class 14, Jiangfu."
Jiang Fu stepped forward and put his hand on the kendo stone very naturally.
Then……
Unexpectedly, a deep purple color burst into Yu Qiao's eyes.
Yuqiao's hand shook.
Snap!
The disc in his hand fell to the ground.
"teacher?"
Jiang Fu took his hand back and looked at Yu Qiao.
Jiang Fu looked as usual.
But his fingertips were trembling as he picked up the disc on the ground: "It's okay."
"Next."
His voice was calm, but he didn't dare to look at Jiang Fu.
I was afraid that I couldn't suppress the excitement in my eyes.
what is happening!
In Jiangcheng, besides Ye Zi, there was another peerless genius with purple talent!
It’s so purple that it turns black!
Yuqiao has no doubt that if this kendo stone has a higher talent scale.
Then Jiang Fu's talent definitely surpasses purple!
Yuqiao started from the bottom.
I just wanted to make this test less boring.
Add some anticipation.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he came up, two kings were thrown at him.
A genius, a monster!
One blue and one purple!
Yu Qiao didn't want to continue, he couldn't wait to take these two big treasures under his wing immediately!
His teacher, Ji Xingchen, the Mountain and River Sword God, will definitely have his nose bubbling with joy!
"Calm down! Maybe there are other geniuses here."
Yu Qiao calmed down and began to read the next name.
Jiang Fu returned to the class team.
Just now, Yu Qiao failed to take a direct look at Jiang Fu, which was seen by many people.
You Junda wanted to say something sarcastic out of habit, but suddenly remembered something.
I can only shut up angrily.
Students who have been tested can go back directly.
Jiang Fu didn't stay here longer and returned to the classroom with Zhou Mu.
Then open Qi Refining World and continue playing the game.
Counting the time, the two apprentices who went on missions in outer space should be back.
The detection speed is very fast.
In less than two hours, all 750 students in fifteen classes in the third grade of high school were tested.
Next, it’s the sophomore and freshman years of high school.
…
The whole school was restless.
High school students don’t have that strong determination.
It's hard to be focused.
All the students in the senior class were discussing the test just now.
People are speculating on who will be selected from the first class.
There are still ninety-eight days until the college entrance examination.
If only I could get the words and deeds of a sword master in these last ninety-eight days.
It is very likely that you will be admitted to a 'Big Five' level university.
Jing Dichen walked into the class.
Her whole body was floating.
His eyes showed joy, shock, and disbelief.
The class fell silent.
Everyone looked longingly at Jing Dichen.
They knew the results were out.
Jing Dichen walked to the podium, she cleared her throat first, and then said: "The talent test results of the pilot class and the quota for selection have been announced."
"In the third year of high school, there are a total of thirty-two students who have met the standards and are admitted to the advanced class for kendo talents."
"Only thirty-two?!"
"so little!?"
The students in the class felt their hearts tremble when they heard that only thirty-two people were selected for the advanced class.
Jing Dichen was at a loss for words: "Thirty-two is still too few?"
"Do you think you can attend Feijian Academy's kendo talent pilot class if you want to?"
"The reason why thirty-two people are selected now is because Feijian Academy has lowered the threshold to the basement!"
"If it were a formal kendo gifted class, let alone thirty-two, if two were selected for the entire third grade of high school... the ancestral graves of the principal's family would have to be turned into a crematorium!"
"Teacher, why did the principal's ancestral grave turn into a crematorium?"
"...Because there is smoke every day."
The students shut their mouths in disbelief.
In the past two days, they have indeed drifted a bit.
"Teacher, how many people in our class are selected for the advanced class?"
It was You Junda who spoke.
He still held on to a glimmer of hope in his heart.
You Junda's best result was third in the class, and his worst result was tenth in the class.
He felt that he still had a chance.
Jing Dichen smiled: "Three!"
"There are a total of three students in our class who have been admitted to the advanced class and will soon become the students of Master Sword Master Duanhai!"
Jing Dichen's voice was trembling.
Three!
Above grade average.
In the conference room just now, Jing Dichen made a splash.
The students in the class held their breath, waiting for the teacher to announce the list.
Zhou Mu was lying on the table, listless.
"There are only three, so there will definitely be nothing wrong with Brother Fu and me."
"However, that bastard You Junda must not be selected, otherwise Brother Fu and I will have no chance at all and we will really run naked."
As the last in the class and the last in the school.
Although Zhou Mu occasionally daydreams, he is still self-aware.
"Zhou Mu!"
"arrive!"
Zhou Mu came to his senses and stood up suddenly, "What happened to Sister Jing?"
Jing Dichen's eyes were smiling, "Congratulations to Zhou Mu, for being selected into Feijian Academy's kendo talent pioneer class."
There was a sudden silence in the classroom.
Everyone looked at Jing Dichen and then at Zhou Mu with bewildered eyes.
Zhou Mu?
Admitted to the advanced class?
There is something wrong with their ears or something is wrong with their brains.
Or maybe... the world has gone crazy?
That's Zhou Mu.
Ranked last in the whole grade!
"It's wrong, how is this possible!!"
You Junda screamed, his tone full of disbelief.
Not to mention others, Zhou Mu himself was dumbfounded.
He pointed at his nose and said blankly: "I, Zhou Mu, am on the first shift?"
Jing Dichen nodded, "Yes, it's you, classmate Zhou Mu."
Then, her eyes fell on a girl in the first row.
A gentle smile appeared on his face: "Jingjing, congratulations."
Jing Jing is a well-behaved and quiet girl.
First in the class and third in the grade.
He is the face of Class 14 and Jing Dichen's favorite student.
When she heard Jing Dichen's words, she was stunned for a moment, "Old, teacher...me?"
The smile on Jing Dichen's face continued: "Jingjing, you did not disappoint the teacher."
Jing Jing quickly stood up and bowed to Jing Dichen: "Thank you, teacher!"
Jing Dichen waved his hand towards her and motioned for her to sit down.
Jingjing's family background is not good.
Neither of my parents are Qigong practitioners.
During the first semester of high school, there was a White Walker raid.
Her father was severely injured and paralyzed in bed, and her mother also lost an arm.
Families that were not already wealthy were even worse off.
If it weren't for Jing Dichen's support, Jingjing would have dropped out of school long ago.
During the three years of high school, she had been working very hard in order to be admitted to college, become a Qi practitioner, and repay the favor of Jing Purifier.
…
Jingjing was selected, and the other students breathed a sigh of relief.
This is normal!
However, there is one last spot left.
Most of the people in the class looked at Jing Dichen nervously.
The first and last students both entered the advanced class.
Then the last person... could be anyone.
Jing Dichen's eyes finally fell on Jiang Fu.
"Jiang Fu, congratulations on being selected into the pioneer class."
Jiang Fu was replying to a message from a chatterbox.
Hearing this, he raised his head and said perfunctorily: "Ah, I'm delighted."
Jing Dichen: "..."
