Chapter Thirteen: The Martial Arts Exam Begins

  Zhuge is the manufacturer of answers and also the first to appear, but I don't know where he ran off to. The second one out was me, and the third was Yide. This kid relied on his illustrious family background in the underworld and didn't even bother with superficial skills, openly spreading the answer flatly across the scroll surface, copying it with a very forgetful attitude.

  Nature is not to be trifled with. If those sharp knives were to chase me all the way home, it would not end well.

  The handsome young man smiled slightly at the girl on his left, and she immediately lost her composure. With infinite confidence and courage to defy discipline, she handed over her paper while smiling back at Yun Chang with a look of being favored, showing that not only is red beauty a calamity, but blue beauty can also be a demon once it appears, with its destructive power soaring.

  Although Yun Chang's copying speed is not as fast as the speed of light, a pen in his hand is like a Qinglong Yan Yue knife, which is truly windy. The only thing that is blurry is whether it is Cao Shu Xing Shu or the long-lost Oracle bone script, depending on the skill of the teacher who reads the volume. But I know that the other party also does not dare to provoke the son of General Hu's mustache.

  In the cultural subjects, apart from advanced mathematics which is my biggest headache, the others are just so-so. Three days later, I'm feeling carefree and exhilarated, thinking that this exam is the most bountiful harvest scene in years.

  Among them, Zhuge is naturally indispensable.

  I even started discussing with Yide where to go for a happy celebration after finishing all the exams.

  Meanwhile, Zhuge looked at me laughing with a mouth that couldn't close and said with a faint smile while shaking his fan: "Be careful, be careful of being too happy."

  I clapped my thigh and laughed loudly towards the sky: "What are you talking about? Now I'm second only to God, no one can ruin this young master's good mood."

  I didn't notice Zhuge's profound gaze at me.

  At that time, I was optimistic, thinking that the most terrifying darkness had passed, and what remained was just the clanging of martial arts exams. Who didn't know that everyone would be wielding their weapons on stage, swinging them around, as long as they weren't disabled, no matter how ugly their movements were, it was within the tolerance of the examiners. As far as I knew, over the years, except for one unfortunate person who accidentally cut himself while practicing knife skills and dropped out, the lowest score was still 60 points.

  Is Jiuguo already 10,000 years old?

  So I'm not worried at all and have almost started celebrating this year's exam harvest in advance.

  But I really didn't know that Zhuge guessed so accurately, this last level almost killed me.

  Since then, I no longer argue with him.

  He says what I listen to, and it can be said that he is obedient.

  This is also the origin of all troubles.

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  The day of the martial arts exam was a fine and sunny day with a naturally high temperature.

  Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly remembered Zhuge's inscrutable face when he warned me.

  I ran to the door and then slipped back, standing in front of the copper mirror to carefully examine my appearance.

  This figure, these hands and feet, this face, as well as the neatly combed hair under the crown, all seem perfectly normal. Reaching out to touch his chest, it feels thick and solid, with no unusual sensations. Even when he puffs out his chest, nothing seems out of place.

  Moreover, to be 100% safe, I wore a light-colored gauze dress outside my long clothes, which was very loose and flowing. And since it's a competition with weapons rather than sumo wrestling, I'm 100% at ease.

  I nodded in satisfaction at the person in the mirror and encouraged myself: "Come on Liu Xiaobei! Fighting!"

  Because it's a martial arts performance, the examination venue is very spacious and has been converted from a playground.

  All students who are going to take the exam line up in several squads according to their classes and then go on stage one by one.

  Waving knives and guns in the public eye, of course, requires a bit of courage. However, for most people, this is also a rare opportunity to show off, if you are agile and elegant, you will suddenly become famous and rise to prominence.

  Besides, there were many female classmates present, and I saw many girls who had taken music theory exams rushing over to watch the boys take their martial arts exams, carrying their instruments in their arms.

  I don't know if it's malicious or not.

  As soon as I mentioned ulterior motives, I immediately discovered that on both sides of the playground, there was a cheerleading squad.

  Red dress and short skirt, long sleeves good dance, forehead white silk ribbon ticket ticket, do not know the inside story still think something unfortunate happened, fortunately their forehead white silk ribbon in the middle painted a red heart shape.

  They kicked their long legs and shouted in unison: "Zhou Xiaoyu, Zhou Xiaoyu."

  I covered my ears in hatred, but heard Yide ask Yun Chang beside me: "Where are your team members?"

  Yun Chang's expressionless face replied: "I'm not used to that, so I told them not to do it."

  I greatly admire Yunchang's noble character and integrity, "He is indeed my good brother, much better than that certain Zhou person." While saying this, I wiped the sweat from my brow.

  Yide turned back and glared at me: "Xuande, why are you wearing so much? Everyone here is bare-chested, only you're wearing long clothes. Aren't you afraid of heatstroke?"

  I dryly laughed: "I'm naturally weak and afraid of the cold."

  Yun Chang said: "Look quickly, Zhou has arrived, tsk tsk."

  His last two words were particularly meaningful, and I quickly followed his gaze to look out, only to see a red figure appearing in my line of sight, walking towards us with a bright red ribbon tied around his forehead, looking like a groom on his wedding day.

  Those cheerleaders screamed as soon as they saw me, their shrieks almost driving me mad.

  I immediately rolled my eyes: "What's the point of making it so fancy? Isn't he not participating in the martial arts exam?"

  "I just got the news, he seems to have volunteered to participate." A soft voice floated into his ear.

  I was startled and turned around, only to see Zhuge in a white robe with a feather fan fluttering, who had floated over from somewhere unknown, without making any noise, and was now standing right beside me.

  "Next time, could you at least make a sound before appearing?" I glared at him.

  "Alright, alright." He stretched out his hand and patted me on the shoulder.

  I stroked my chin in thought: "Zhou Xiaoyu is the same as you, both exempt from the martial arts exam, why did she take the initiative to participate this time? Zhuge, did you take the initiative to participate?"

  "Me?" Zhuge Xiaoliang looked up at the sky, "Isn't that asking for trouble? Physical labor doesn't suit my style."

  I suddenly remembered the hot summer days when he forced us three to practice, and for a moment, I was very conflicted in my heart, wanting to beat him up but not daring to lift a hand.

  Looking back at Guan Xiaoyu and Zhang Xiaofei, their faces were not much better than mine. Indeed, they are brothers, with a deep understanding of each other's minds.

  Just then, someone on the examiner's side whispered to each other, and a fat-headed big ear stood up. Before speaking, he first swept his eyes around, making the whole scene silent, with an extremely strong aura.

  I recognize this arrogant fat man, his name is Dong Zhuo. He was once a wealthy businessman with some business acumen, but later became famous and was invited by Lu to be the honorary principal. Now he has personally attended, which also shows how important this martial arts exam is to the school.

  Fat Dong Zhuo stood up, and the whole scene was invigorated. Dong Zhuo was very satisfied, and in a loud voice, he declared: "The first round of martial arts examination for new students of the Imperial Army Command Academy is now beginning."

  He had a very authoritative tone while also seeming to enjoy the location, nodded slightly, and then sat back down.

  The herald beside him shouted out in a loud and clear voice: "First round, Di character A class, Zhou Xiaoyu versus Liu Xiaobei."

  I distinctly felt the originally bright sky suddenly darken for a moment.