90: C90 What Right Do You Have to Watch the Show

C90 What Right Do You Have to Watch the Show

Practicing new martial arts.

Earn credits.

This was Lu Chong's top priority after entering the school.

September 4th, the official opening day.

Lu Chong arrived at the classroom of the Ancient Martial Arts Research Institute early in the morning. All the students of the Ancient Martial Arts integrated major were gathered there.

When all the students of the major had arrived, Lu Chong knew that there were pitifully few students in this major. Including himself, there were only 32 people.

One must know that there were more than 13,000 freshmen in Jiangnan Martial Arts University this year. On average, there were hundreds of people in each major.

However, the best major in the entire school only accepted 32 people.

However, Lu Chong had to admit that the quality of the students in this class was really high.

32 people, all of them were official Martial Artist, and half of them were even upper-stage Martial Artist above Level 6.

Comparatively speaking, he, a Level 7 Martial Artist, was not that outstanding.

The ratio of men and women to men was about 2 to 1. The men were in high spirits, and the women were in high spirits. They were definitely the cream of the crop.

Any one of these young men would be one of the best in their grade in their third year of high school.

And when they walked together from all over the country, it was not so harmonious anymore.

Since ancient times, there was no first place in literature, and no second place in martial arts.

Not to mention, a group of elite Martial Artist had just walked together. No one would be willing to accept anyone, and they would not be polite and courteous like scholars.

When Lu Chong was observing his other classmates, others were also observing him in the open and in the dark, and some of them were looking at him provocatively.

So what if you are Provincial Champion? Any one of them here is at the same level as you.

As for the so-called national champion, these students did not take it seriously.

Instead, they felt that if they were placed in a second-tier place like Hedong Province, they could do the same.

"You are Lu Chong?" A young man in sportswear with a short buzz cut walked in front of Lu Chong and said, "I heard that you are the only assistant researcher in the class."

"What right do you have to be qualified?" This was how martial science students greeted each other.

Lu Chong could even imagine a similar scene happening in many classrooms.

The reason why he was the first to be targeted was because of his title as the national top scholar and the treatment of an assistant researcher.

To shoot the bird that stood out was referring to the current him.

Lu Chong did not want to do this kind of meaningless struggle. He just calmly said, "I am Lu Chong. As for why I can be an assistant researcher, you have to ask the professor."

The young man smiled coldly. "I don't need to ask. I know."

"It's nothing more than your outstanding performance in the college entrance exam and your score is the highest."

"But that's only limited to your base, which is only a second-to-third-line base. I'm afraid it's difficult to convince the public. Why are you suppressing us?" The young man's few words pulled Lu Chong and the other students to the opposite side.

However, the young man's words were not unreasonable. There was only one assistant researcher among all the freshmen. Didn't that mean that Lu Chong was stronger than the rest of them?

Lu Chong did not have a good temper. When he heard that, he did not back down and rubbed his fists. "Fight? You will know."

He thought of Sun Ze. Didn't he become obedient after being beaten up twice?

When the young man heard that, he didn't get angry. Instead, he shouted eagerly, "Alright, let's have a fight then. Let everyone see your true ability."

"Alright, alright!"

The surrounding students also began to jeer, "Whoever loses will be treated to a meal."

There were also some students who were eager to join in, and it seemed like they wanted to join in as well. They lit up their own abilities and looked for their own seats.

Even those girls were no exception. Everyone was at the Martial Artist, so who said that women were inferior to men?

"What are you doing? You want to fight on the first day of class?"

Just as the group of students were about to go outside and fight, an old man with grey hair walked into the classroom. A cold shout suppressed everyone.

Lu Chong raised his head and saw that it was the teacher who went to No.1 Middle School to recruit him, Xu Dongsheng.

President Wai had once said that this university professor's level was not low. He was a genuine Level 6 Martial Grandmaster, and was much stronger than the old principal.

He was sixty-two years old, and was a stage younger than President Wai.

When the aura of a Martial Grandmaster was released, the students present immediately became much more obedient. All of them lowered their heads and sat down.

After all, everyone had just graduated from high school, so they still held a deep reverence towards their teachers.

Xu Dongsheng saw the students sit down in twos and threes, and then his expression relaxed as he said, "I am your instructor this year, Xu Dongsheng. I can also be interpreted as your form teacher."

"First, I'll teach you a school's rule. If you want to spar within the campus, you must have the approval and notarization of the academy's administrative office."

"According to convention, if you lose, your credits will be deducted, and if you win, your credits will be added. No one can go back on their word. Otherwise, wouldn't our school be in a mess? " Xu Dongsheng shouted sternly.

Lu Chong's eyes lit up when he heard this. There was actually such a good thing?

He was just about to raise his hand to ask when he saw the young man who had challenged him earlier take the lead and ask, "Instructor, how many credits does winning or losing count?"

This was the question that Lu Chong was most concerned about.

Xu Dongsheng said with a faint smile, "Not much, not much. It's just 100 credits."

Lu Chong had already begun calculating in his heart.

100 credits was equivalent to 10,000 Flame Country coins.

This was good news. Lu Chong looked at the other 31 students around him.

"If I beat up all these students, I'll be able to earn three thousand one hundred credits immediately." Lu Chong's eyes lit up as he thought to himself.

Xu Dongsheng immediately said, "You're new here, so you don't have any credits for the time being. However, the school can allow you to owe 300 credits at most."

"So, save some money. Don't be expelled because you don't have enough credits."

The students immediately burst into laughter, not minding it at all.

According to the Jiangnan Martial Arts University's rules, one needed to accumulate 10,000 credits every semester to qualify.

10,000 credits might be a little difficult for ordinary students, but the students in the Ancient Martial Arts General Department were different.

They could earn tens of thousands of credits by casually completing a mission to hunt Level 2 mutated beast. To them, it was a matter of minutes.1

When it came to the Ancient Martial Arts comprehensive major, the students' pursuit was not that bit of credits at all, but true strength and future.

They also wanted credits, but what they wanted was a large number of credits. They could exchange them for the resources they needed, and not this small profit.

Next, Xu Dongsheng introduced some class rules and school rules that they needed to pay attention to, as well as the courses that they needed to pay attention to every day.

After that, Xu Dongsheng glanced at Lu Chong and said, "Now, I'll allow you to go out and spar."

"There's nothing wrong with fighting for the Martial Artist."

"Whoever can stand at the end will be the chief of this year's professional team, which is also your class monitor."

Lu Chong frowned slightly. He was not interested in this so-called class monitor title.

However, Xu Dongsheng's next sentence dispelled this idea.

"Class monitor will be rewarded with an additional 10,000 credits every semester."

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