Upon returning home, Chen Chuan immediately used an alarm clock to calculate the overlap time with his second self.
Even though he hadn't ultimately defeated Coach Gu, he was still quite satisfied, so he felt he should have improved significantly.
The result indeed surprised him; the overlap time had increased by more than twenty seconds.
In combat, a single second can determine a great deal, and this twenty-second improvement brought the total overlap time to over one minute and thirty seconds, boosting his confidence in passing the retest.
He stood up from the edge of the bed, looked out the window, and through that previous battle, he had confirmed the path he should take. (
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It's actually useless to deepen techniques at this stage; currently, he can't possibly surpass those who have taken the first step in terms of either combat experience or fighting skills.)
He should take full advantage of his "second self's" immunity to injury, using all his strength to defeat his opponent within the overlapping timeframe, aiming for one strike rather than two. As for weaknesses, he could address them after the second round of testing.
He looked at his palm and clenched his fist.
Through his relentless efforts, he could now maintain his breathing technique for longer periods, and with consistent practice, he could clearly feel his daily progress.
Currently, because his "second self" was almost identical to him, the higher his physical attributes, the stronger his second self became. With nearly a month remaining, he could definitely elevate his strength to another level.
Going to other gyms was no longer necessary; strengthening his basic training was paramount.
However, he noticed from the student information provided by Wuyi Academy that three out of five were skilled in grappling, so he might encounter such opponents in the second round.
His grappling and choke techniques were somewhat weak, and he didn't have the time to focus on them, so he decided to visit another gym specializing in grappling to broaden his horizons.
One boxing club perfectly met his requirements: the "Fanlang Boxing Club," whose reputation in Yangzhi City surpassed even that of Xiujiang Boxing.
"Fanlang Boxing" was ostensibly a style focused on grappling and takedowns, which was its advertised characteristic.
However, after getting involved in combat sports, he gradually realized that modern fighting styles are eclectic; one cannot succeed by relying solely on one style. Those who practice grappling and takedowns also need to practice punches and kicks, and vice versa.
Just like at Xiujiang Boxing Club, Coach Gu used many modified moves, completely different from the original Xiujiang Boxing.
The reputation of Fanlang Boxing was quite good, and they were happy to accept requests for instruction. So, the next day, after finishing his training at Quanzhijia, he came to this boxing gym located in Wangyang District in the east of the city.
The resident coach of Fanlang Boxing Gym was very cautious. Hearing that he wanted to learn about grappling and choking techniques, he didn't spar with him in the ring, but instead personally demonstrated many characteristics of Fanlang Boxing. He revealed a lot of valuable information, and Chen Chuan unknowingly spent the entire afternoon there.
Before leaving, the coach gave him a booklet he had written himself and told him that if needed, his club's students could train with him for a week, also free of charge. After a week, as long as the money was paid, he could train with the coach every day.
Although Chen Chuan didn't get to spar with anyone, he felt his trip hadn't been in vain. After sincerely thanking him, he said goodbye and left. The coach also politely saw him out.
A veteran boxer in the gym was puzzled and asked, "Coach Huang, why are you being so kind to this young man?"
Coach Huang replied, "We're in business, so we try not to offend anyone. This young man is no ordinary person; he's mastered breathing techniques at such a young age, and he looks like he's experienced in real combat, even seen blood. Who knows how far he'll go in the future? Just consider it a favor."
The boxer scoffed, thinking, "I've never seen you so polite to anyone."
This was understandable; the boxing club also discriminated based on who they treated. If you had no background or strength, no one would bother with you. But some people looked like they were not to be trifled with, and might even have connections, so it was best not to offend them.
After returning home, Chen Chuan opened the booklet, which contained Coach Huang's own combat summary, mostly focusing on grappling and takedowns, and also mentioning how to deal with and counter grappling forces.
Actually, this wasn't a secret; Yu Gang had also discussed it in detail, but now, from a different perspective, he had gained new insights.
Every day after that, besides intensifying his training, he practiced the Great Free Fighting technique repeatedly.
Don't underestimate this set of basic moves just because it seems simple; the more he practiced, the more he felt there was something to explore.
However, lately, he always felt that he could do better, but he didn't know if something was lacking. Even though he was doing the moves correctly, there was always a sense of disharmony, as if he couldn't fully unleash his power or use all the strength in his body.
This feeling became even more pronounced after mastering the Shocking Fist.
Because he couldn't resolve this problem, he specifically consulted Yu Gang one afternoon.
After listening, Yu Gang pondered for a moment and said, "The reason you're experiencing this problem is because your progress has been too rapid. People have an adaptation process. Your consciousness has just adapted and become familiar with the movements, but because your physical abilities have improved in various aspects, you feel a lack of coordination the next day. This feeling is amplified, especially under the breathing technique."
Chen Chuan was somewhat surprised, "Is that so…?"
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Yu Gang said, "This is normal. As I mentioned before, with prolonged practice of the breathing technique, there will be a relatively long period of improvement at a certain stage, and you are clearly in that stage.
During this period, you will have this feeling. You either wait for this peak to pass or strengthen your training and try your best to adapt to this change.
This is actually a good thing. My suggestion is that during this stage, when you practice, you don't need to pursue explosive power and speed. You can adopt a more relaxed rhythm when practicing the moves, taking each move slowly and focusing on feeling the participation of every part of your body.
Remember to maintain the breathing technique during this process. You can't relax at any time. Without the breathing technique, it's just aerobics, and its effect is minimal."
Hearing this, Chen Chuan finally knew how to solve the problem. After thanking Yu Gang, he turned around and followed the latter's instructions, slowing down his pace while maintaining the breathing technique.
After training like this for a few days, he did feel that the incoordination was slowly disappearing. Until the last two days before the re-examination, he seemed to have completely mastered his body once again.
However, this didn't mean his progress had stopped; on the contrary, he had improved even further.
That day, after leaving the Boxing House, he ran all the way and soon arrived at the place where he had been attacked. The traces of the fight were still visible even after so many days. After glancing at them, he quickly ran over. Suddenly, he heard a shout from above: "Hey, young man!"
Chen Chuan looked up and saw a spiky-haired boy standing on the balcony railing of a residential building, waving at him repeatedly, saying, "I was planning to come down and help you the other day, I said..." He bumped his fist, eager to try, and said, "Come up here, how about we have a spar?"
Chen Chuan stopped, smiled, and said, "Sure."
The boy's eyes immediately lit up.
Guided by the boy, Chen Chuan climbed over a section of the wall that provided foothold and quickly reached the balcony. The boy extended his fist in a friendly gesture and said, "My name is Wei Dong, what's yours, bro?"
Chen Chuan bumped fists with him back and said, "Chen Chuan."
Wei Dong eagerly said, "Come on, let's go to the rooftop. It's spacious there, and no one will bother us. Let's have our match there." He waved and led the way.
Chen Chuan followed him out of the room and up an external steel staircase to the top floor. Before he could even get a feel for the surroundings, Wei Dong rushed towards him excitedly.
Seeing him coming, Chen Chuan kicked him.
Two minutes later.
Wei Dong lay on the ground, bruised and battered, staring at the sky in disbelief.
Chen Chuan sat down to one side, looked around, and said, "Your exercise equipment here is quite complete."
Wei Dong sat up from the ground, rubbed his face, and said proudly, "It's complete, isn't it? It was left to me by an old man."
Chen Chuan noticed that there was a plaque on a sit-up bench with the words "Made in the 60th year of Jianzhi" engraved on it. It was more than 30 years old today, and it was indeed an old thing, but it was well maintained.
He asked, "Did you learn your boxing style from him?"
Wei Dong replied, "Yes, I practiced boxing the way he did every day. After he left, he left all of this to me. Thinking back, the thing he told me most often was that I looked like his grandson. Actually, I've seen pictures of his grandson, and I don't look like him at all."
Chen Chuan noticed something at this moment. He got up and walked to a slightly worn table, picked up a reddish-brown student ID card, flipped through it, and suddenly felt a bit of a coincidence, yet it also seemed to make sense. He said, "You also took the entrance
exam for Wuyi University this year?" "Yes, didn't I mention it?" Wei Dong scratched his head and said, "I saw you there on the first day I went to register for the exam, and afterwards I saw you passing by in the alley down there every day."
Chen Chuan said, "Is that so?" He put the student ID card back, "The second round of exams is in a couple of days, and it seems you'll be going too."
"That's for sure!" Wei Dong threw two punches outside. "That old man said his biggest hope was to see his grandson get into martial arts university. I may not be his grandson, but I can get in too, and I can be even better than his grandson."
Chen Chuan looked at him, nodded, put his student ID back on the table, and walked out, waving as he went. "Well then, Brother Wei, see you at martial arts university." "
Okay, Brother Chen, see you at martial arts university!"
August 28th, just one day before the re-examination.
Chen Chuan hadn't gone to the Boxing House these past two days, instead preparing for the upcoming re-examination at home. Every morning, he would practice his Sanshou ( Chinese kickboxing) repeatedly in the yard .
His movements were fluid yet powerful, balanced in stillness and motion, transforming the originally highly aggressive Sanshou into something quite aesthetically pleasing. Yu Wan, wearing an apron, came out and watched him practice with a smile. Even though she didn't understand it, she felt a sense of comfort from the power and rhythm conveyed in Chen Chuan's movements. In Chen Chuan, she seemed to see a figure, also practicing boxing in the courtyard, just like now. She couldn't help but murmur, "Second Sister..." After Chen Chuan finished practicing several times, he suddenly smelled a fragrance. He stopped punching and said, "Auntie, you've made chicken soup?" Yu Wan was a little surprised. It had only been simmering for a short time. She smiled and said, "You have a keen nose, just like Second Sister. Isn't it your retest tomorrow? Auntie is making you some chicken soup to nourish you." To be honest, a bowl of chicken soup wouldn't really do much for Chen Chuan's training. However, it was Yu Wan's good intention and concern for the younger generation. Besides, these days he had been eating black meat and pumpkin rice and nutritional paste every day, and he had almost forgotten what normal food tasted like. He was in a good mood and said, "Thank you, Auntie. I've been eating out these past few days, and I haven't had your cooking in ages. I've been really craving it." Yu Wan was delighted to hear this. "It'll be simmering for a while longer. You've been working out a lot with your martial arts training. Would you like to have some flatbread to tide you over?" Chen Chuan smiled and said, "I want to save room for Auntie's chicken soup." Yu Wan smiled and went inside. "I'll keep an eye on it at the stove. I'll call you when it's ready." Chen Chuan practiced alone for a while longer, feeling refreshed, and then returned to the living room. Since it was a day off, the whole family was home. Nian Fuli was also unusually home, his belt undone, reading the newspaper, with a radio playing a folk song from Zhangshan. Chen Chuan came into the room, picked up a thermos cup to pour water, and seeing that the tea on Nian Fuli's table was half empty, he took it and refilled it for him. Nian Fuli glanced at Chen Chuan, then seemed to remember something, put down the newspaper, and said, "Chuan, that matter has been resolved. There are still some entanglements, but don't worry about the exam. Don't ask too many questions. Your uncle will cover for you if anything happens."
Chen Chuan realized this referred to the attack he had been subjected to. He said, "Thank you, Uncle."
Nian Fuli asked again, "How was it? Are you confident?"
Chen Chuan replied, "Mr. Yu is a good teacher. I've learned everything I needed to learn. I also owe a lot to Uncle."
Nian Fuli saw the confidence in his eyes. He hummed in agreement, picked up the newspaper to cover his face, and continued reading, though the toe of his crossed leg trembled slightly.
Chen Chuan smiled, took his water glass back to his room, placed it on the table, and opened the window slightly. It had rained lightly the night before, and the air was still fresh, with birdsong drifting in.
After standing there for a while, he turned and took the book "The Great Expansion" from the bookshelf. It was his favorite book, one he had been reading for a long time.
The Great Expansion was set sixty years ago during the Third National Expansion period. At that time, Yangzhi City was just a small county town, which gradually developed because it served as a logistical hub for the Expansion Army.
However, this book isn't primarily about military affairs; rather, it tells the bizarre stories encountered during the pioneering journey from the perspective of civilians in three pioneering groups. It's more like a fantastical biography and adventure diary. The book describes the local customs and traditions in great detail, which he found fascinating.
Yangzhi City itself is rife with strange urban legends, such as the Skull-Splitting Demon, where victims' heads are always split open at crime scenes, their brains supposedly gone.
Because of its grotesque style and the fact that the victims are not ordinary people, these legends are widespread.
Similarly, there are the disappearances of entire villages deep in Zhangshan, the Phantom of Jiaoshan, the Human-Faced Kite, and other such tales. He privately asked Nian Fuli about them, and Nian Fuli scoffed, saying that the police had investigated these incidents, and while some were indeed difficult to explain, most showed signs of human intervention.
He added that even if such evil things existed, they were nothing compared to firearms and artillery.
In the living room, even before dinner time, the aroma of chicken soup wafted out, attracting the attention of my two younger cousins who were playing. They immediately started shouting,
"It smells so good!"
"I want chicken! I want chicken!"
"That's for your older cousin, not you. You didn't get any."
"I want some too! I want some too..."
"You didn't get any, that's all!"
Nian Fuli was having a headache from the two little ones' commotion. He put down his newspaper and said to the kitchen, "Yu Wan, how about stewing another one?"
"I want this one! I want this one!"
"This child, so disobedient..." Yu Wan ran out of the kitchen, grabbed Nian Mo by the ear, and gave him a couple of slaps on the bottom. Nian Mo started howling loudly.
Chen Chuan heard the noise from inside the room and couldn't help but smile.
That day, the family ate together for both lunch and dinner.
Before dinner, Nian Fuli said to Chen Chuan, "Don't be too nervous tomorrow. When your uncle first went to the battlefield, I didn't know what fear was."
Yu Wan said, "Your uncle wasn't exaggerating. He was quite brave back then. It's just that he always said that if one bullet had missed a little, it wouldn't just be a hole in his helmet, he wouldn't be able to see anyone."
Nian Fuli rubbed the stubble on his head and sighed, "Before I joined the army, I was self-sufficient and didn't have to worry about anything. After I got married, I became more timid. I always felt that I was too reckless when I was young. But if you don't give it your all when you're young, you'll inevitably regret it when you're old."
He looked at Chen Chuan and said, "Kid, take the exam seriously. To put it bluntly, whether you'll be drinking and eating meat or eating chaff and wild vegetables depends on tomorrow."
Chen Chuan smiled and said, "Uncle, Aunt, I'm confident."
"Okay, that's enough. Eat, eat more, eat your fill, and get some rest so you'll have more energy tomorrow." With that, Nian Fuli picked up his chopsticks, and the family began to eat.
After dinner, Chen Chuan took a walk outside. Returning to his room, he placed the alarm clock on the table, uttered a thought, and instantly merged back into his body, silently counting down the minutes.
When he opened his eyes, the second hand showed two minutes had passed—the result of his efforts.
True life-or-death battles are often decided in a few seconds, or even ten seconds or so, so this was sufficient for a one-on-one fight.
In any case, he had done his best over the past three months, and now he awaited tomorrow's test.
He checked what he needed to bring for tomorrow, then relaxed and went back to his books. When the clock struck ten, he turned off the lights and went to sleep as usual, quickly falling into a deep sleep.
The night passed, and around five in the morning, he woke up refreshed. However, Yu Wan had woken up even earlier, having already prepared breakfast for him and telling him not to be nervous.
Chen Chuan wasn't particularly nervous, a confidence stemming from his own abilities.
Because the specific exam time for the re-examination hadn't been announced, only that candidates were required to arrive before 8:00 AM, he decided to arrive at the school early to avoid being too rushed.
Upon leaving, he saw the sky was still overcast, the sun had just risen, and there weren't many pedestrians on the road.
He cycled through the city center square and smoothly turned onto the main road leading to Wuyi University Hall, only to find security personnel maintaining order on both sides of the road, each with short sticks and daggers tucked into their waistbands.
These were likely sent by Wuyi University Hall to maintain order; after all, with so many students gathered together, all young and energetic candidates with martial arts skills, problems could easily arise if proper arrangements weren't made.
He cycled a little further and could see the school gate, but barriers had already been erected in the open space in front of the gate. A security guard standing at the street corner waved to him, indicating that he should park his bicycle in a designated area.
He dismounted, pushed his bicycle to the open space where several rows of bicycles were already parked, parked it, and then walked through the passage left by the barriers.
A considerable number of early-arriving candidates were already queuing ahead of them. Candidates were required to have their identities verified one by one; those without student IDs were not allowed entry. Damaged, forgotten, or lost IDs were all refused
entry without explanation. Two faculty members and three assistant teachers guarded the gate, all with serious expressions. Combined with the constant patrols by security personnel, the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Chen Chuan entered through the side gate again. At the entrance, his number and photo were checked to confirm his identity. His belongings were then inspected; besides drinking water, toilet paper, and towels, nothing else was allowed inside. He had to sign before being allowed entry into Wuyi University Hall.
As they queued to enter the school gate, a car slowly pulled up. A teacher approached and asked a few questions. The students inside didn't get out; they simply showed their student cards and were immediately allowed through.
The students entering the academy through the side gates didn't seem to find anything amiss; on the contrary, many cast envious and longing glances their way.
Just then, he heard a few birds chirping overhead. Chen Chuan looked up and, in the bright sunlight, could see several birds circling and soaring in the clear sky.
"Here's your student ID, classmate."
Chen Chuan snapped out of his reverie, thanked him, took it, put it away, tightened his shoulder bag, and stepped through the gates of Wuyi University.
After passing through the academy's main gate, Chen Chuan followed the flow of people and the signs. At each corner, an assistant teacher guided them, followed by two students, and school security personnel kept a close watch.
He had already been informed that the re-examination location was still at the place he had previously registered for—four old teaching buildings side-by-side. He just didn't know which specific exam room he would be assigned to.
Soon, the candidates arrived at the passageway in front of the old buildings. The assistant teachers there asked each student to state their student ID number, which was then checked against a form before they were directed to their respective exam rooms.
After stating his number, Chen Chuan learned that he had been assigned to exam room number four and was given a number tag with the handwritten number "421" on it.
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He had learned beforehand that there might be two thousand candidates this year. Based on that, each examination room would likely accommodate about five hundred candidates. Therefore, if the order was calculated per examination room, he would appear to be quite far back.
The two double doors of the examination room were wide open. There was no need to queue to enter. Once inside, there was a strong smell of disinfectant. The floor was spotlessly clean. Rows of benches back-to-back had been placed in the previously empty training area. The curtains that had been hanging were now drawn, allowing a clear view outside.
A female teacher standing at the entrance said, "Boys will sit in the blue seats, and girls in the red seats. Choose your own seats and don't fight with others. The examination order is not based on seating arrangement."
Chen Chuan chose a seat slightly further inside. He figured he wouldn't be able to sit there anytime soon, and the area near the entrance was inconvenient for candidates coming and going.
The candidates who entered gradually chose their seats, and as one by one they sat down, people around them began to chat quietly. He heard many speaking in the dialects of the surrounding counties and towns.
But whether they were from Yangzhi City or from the surrounding counties and towns, they all had one thing in common: they were all students from ordinary backgrounds, each of them coming here to take the exam with the dream of transcending their social class.
A figure flashed past him, and a candidate of about the same age sat down next to him. After sitting down, he seemed a little nervous, turned to the side, and raised his hand to greet him, "Hello, my name is Fang Zhiming."
Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Chen Chuan."
"Student Chen, I am number 398, and yours is number 421."
Chen Chuan took out his number plate to show him and said, "421."
Fang, a student, beamed with delight: "Hey, we're not far off!"
Chen Chuan nodded, which was quite normal; those with later numbers naturally chose to sit further inside.
By this time, all the candidates had entered, and the two main doors were closed.
Chen Chuan looked around; the seats were packed. Almost everyone who had been admitted to the school had taken the re-examination, because the treatment was completely different depending on whether they passed or not. Only by passing could they go to higher levels. Even if they weren't strong enough, it didn't stop them from trying; maybe they'd get lucky and pass?
He glanced around but didn't see Wei Dong, so he must have been assigned to another examination room.
At this moment, the female teacher who had been standing by the door walked to the front of the group. She had slightly dark skin and an ordinary appearance, but her braids were black and shiny. She walked with a light and agile gait, seemingly making no sound.
She stood there looking at everyone, her eyes and expression carrying an indescribable aura. Although she didn't speak, the candidates below felt an invisible pressure and, without realizing it, fell silent.
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, she said very seriously, "The exam rules were already stated in the materials I gave you a few days ago. Now I will reiterate them: no loud noise, no disturbances, and no wandering around in the exam room.
From the moment you enter the waiting area until the end of the exam, you may not leave the exam room without permission. Anyone found violating this rule will be immediately disqualified from the exam, and in serious cases, your student status will be revoked."
The exam room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The female teacher paused for a moment before continuing, "All candidates, please wait here now, take your number tags, and report to the exam center when your name is called."
The candidates could only wait patiently.
However, more than three hours passed, and by 10 o'clock, the exam still hadn't started. Chen Chuan couldn't help but wonder, "Is this intentional, or is there some other reason?"
At the same time, in the auditorium, six teachers from the Admissions Office, including Yue Hong and Bian Feng, who were in charge of the school's exams, were waiting on the steps.
A black luxury car drove in through the main gate and stopped in front of the auditorium. A middle-aged man in his forties, with a long, narrow face, stepped out. He wore a black imported suit, had slicked-back hair, and wore dark gray gloves.
Professor Gao said, "Officer Jiang, we've been waiting for quite some time."
Office Director Jiang replied, "Oh? Not late, are you?"
A teacher surnamed Ning, responsible for communications, hurriedly said, "It's just the agreed time; Committee Member Jiang is very punctual."
Committee Member Jiang said, "That's good. Shall we begin now?"
"Okay, please have Committee Member Jiang sign."
Teacher Ning quickly handed over the prepared documents.
Committee Member Jiang's assistant stepped forward, took them, and placed them in front of him.
Committee Member Jiang was a third party hired by the school council to supervise the school's external admissions assessments. The re-examination required his presence and signature to proceed. However, nowadays, this role was more akin to that of a financial donor, representing the donor in exercising their authority.
He saw two lists in the folder: one was the list of candidates for the entrance examination in the old building, and the other was the list of recommended students in the auditorium.
Without even glancing at it, he removed the top sheet and picked up the list of recommended students. He carefully scanned it, then looked up and asked, "Are all the candidates in the auditorium here?"
Teacher Ning replied, "They all arrived five minutes ago."
Jiang Weiban said, "Then let's test the recommended students first. There has to be a first-come, first-served order. Besides, there aren't many of them, so it won't take long to finish."
As he spoke, he took the pen from his assistant, quickly signed the form, and then immediately capped it, leaving the second list untouched.
Teacher Ning looked at him, hesitant to speak.
Gao Shi didn't say anything, only saying, "Then let's hurry up."
Jiang Weiban said, "Okay, we can't keep the candidates waiting." He looked at his watch and said, "It's 10:15 now. I ask the teachers and students who will be the examiners to be responsible and attentive. We'll try to finish within an hour."
In the reception hall of the auditorium, dozens of recommended students were waiting in a well-lit room. They sat on sofas, and the white porcelain teacups on the table emitted an invigorating aroma of tea. A gramophone in the corner was playing soothing music, and their attendants would come up from time to time to pour tea and refill water.
A senior student sent by the school was with them; this person was naturally a recommended student.
The recommended students waited for over ten minutes and grew bored. One of them asked, "Senior Jiang, I heard there are a lot of students admitted to Wuyi this year?"
Senior Jiang replied, "With the expansion of enrollment, of course there are more every year." "
Then there must be a lot of students receiving assistance from the mutual aid association this year, right?"
Senior Jiang chuckled and said, "That depends on the individual's choice. We never force anyone."
The student raised an eyebrow and said, "What, are there still people who don't want to?"
Senior Jiang smiled faintly and said, "That's quite normal. Those who don't want to accept it show that they are confident in passing the re-examination on their own, which is good. People should rely on themselves. Just don't complain when the time comes."
At this moment, another candidate said impatiently, "Why is it so slow? Isn't it just a formality? What time is it already?"
Footsteps sounded outside the reception hall, and a person who looked like a high-ranking school official walked in. He looked at everyone and said with a smile, "Ladies and gentlemen, the re-examination is now beginning. Please enter the examination room according to your number." There
were a total of six examination windows in the auditorium. After confirming that the examination had started, the assistant teacher began calling out the numbers.
One candidate seemed distracted. When his number was called, he didn't even notice. His attendant quickly reminded him, "Young Master, it's your turn."
The candidate complained, "Why is it so complicated?" He stood up from his seat and walked into the aisle, but only five minutes later, he came out.
Someone asked curiously, "Xiao Ran, how was it?"
Xiao Ran shook her head and said dismissively, "How could it be? I didn't even warm up before it was over."
Someone joked, "Seeing how you're venting your frustration, why don't you go 'hunting' later?"
Xiao Ran's eyes lit up, "Okay."
The recommended students were quickly called to the next batch. They went in one by one and came out just as quickly. In about 45 minutes, all the assessments were over, but the time spent cleaning up afterwards took another half hour.
Seeing that it was almost over, Teacher Ning went to Committee Secretary Jiang's office again and said, "Committee Secretary Jiang, the assessment here is finished. Can we start the admissions process over at the old teaching building?"
Committee Secretary Jiang glanced at his watch and said, "It's almost noon. Let's go get some lunch first."
Teacher Ning said, "Committee Secretary Jiang, look, so many candidates are waiting over there? They've been here since early this morning..." "
What?"
Committee Secretary Jiang said in surprise, "Don't the candidates in Wu Yi have any patience at all? We're testing more than just the candidates' martial arts skills."
"This..."
Teacher Gao decisively spoke up from the side, "Ning Guo, Yue Hong, you two accompany Committee Secretary Jiang to lunch."
"Alright."
Teacher Ning and Yue Hong had no choice but to agree.
After Jiang Wei's office and his men left, a teacher said, "Master Gao, this..."
Master Gao said, "Don't come to me complaining. The client is just someone those guys sent to annoy us. Just do your own job."
Bian Feng said, "But so many candidates are waiting."
Master Gao glanced at him and said, "What's wrong with waiting? He's right about one thing: don't the candidates in Wu Yi have any patience left? If you can't wait, go back early. Nobody's stopping you."