Chapter 14 One Step to Heaven, One Step to Hell

  Fang Ping finally sent away the little girl.   For this reason, Fang Ping once again owed countless debts, he himself did not remember exactly how many benefits he promised this girl.   ......   The next day, April 8th.   Fang Ping was on fire, at least in the senior three (4) class.   Before he arrived, Wu Zhihao arrived first.   As soon as Wu Zhihao arrived, the gossipy Zhang Hao and Yang Jian hurriedly inquired about the situation.   Old Wu probably wasn't happy that he was shocked last night, and when the two asked, Old Wu immediately said mysteriously, "113 cards!"   He didn't mention the 108 cards of the second test, in fact, the second time was not as accurate as the first time in the first place in the first place in the first place because of the decline in physical strength.   As a result, when the 113 cards came out, the whole class was stunned!   Fang Ping, one of the members of the "ordinary duo", was no longer ordinary?   Just yesterday, everyone was the same person, all struggling for the liberal arts exams, and even Fang Ping's results in liberal arts were not too outstanding.   But now?   113 cards ah!   The students in the class who only took the liberal arts exam didn't see to know the situation of the other martial arts applicants.   But there is one thing that everyone knows.   Last year, at Nanjiang Martial Arts University, the minimum standard for enrollment was 112 cards.   Doesn't this mean that Fang Ping's qi and blood standard has already reached the standard of the South River Martial Arts University?   Now, could this not be hot?   Future bearded Yang Jian, full of despair, muttered, "Unscientific, absolutely unscientific, just his little body, higher than me?"   Even for martial artists, it was also about science!   But Fang Ping, it was truly unscientific!   This guy, he should be able to punch eight by himself, right?   Yang Jian was shouting unscientific, Zhang Hao on the side was having a relapse of epilepsy, trembling and saying, "There's no heavenly reason!"   "113 cards!"   "I only 108 cards ......"   Zhang Nan, who was sitting not far from him, sniffed and said quietly, "108 cards is me, I remember you 107 cards ......"   Zhang Hao was annoyed and said, "That was half a month ago, now I'm 108 cards!"   Zhang Nan wasn't angry and said lightly, "Well, you're 108 cards, and Fang Ping is only 113 cards ......"   "You!"   Zhang Hao cried out and turned his head to stare at Wu Zhihao, "Old Wu, quickly tell me, are you lying to us?"   Wu Zhihao read a book while carelessly saying, "What's the point of lying to you? It's not like I'm taller anyway, it doesn't matter much to me."   "How can you say that?" Zhang Hao said painfully, "Think about it, how miserable our brothers are.   While attending classes and tutoring classes, we also have to go exercise every day.   We can't eat fried food, we can't eat kebabs, we can't drink drinks, and we don't even dare to eat a cream popsicle in the middle of summer.   That Fang Ping kid is inhumane!   Old Wu, aren't you at all envious and jealous?"   Once this was said, Wu Zhihao was not calm.   Ordinary students envied them, not realizing that they also envied these people.   In order to prepare for the martial arts exams, they had paid more than they should have, and this kind of payment did not see any results.   Just like what Zhang Hao said, while everyone was eating delicious food, they were eating supplements.   You think supplements are delicious?   Eat them every day, eat them until you vomit, eat them until you see the kebabs on the side of the road, you can drool.   But in order to stay in shape, in order not to have an accident, for the sake of Wuko, they gritted their teeth, drooled and endured the pain and left.   Normally, everyone is like this, then also recognized, for the sake of the future.   But Fang Ping that kid, as if meat and vegetables, completely without such taboos.   This person than people, really can die of anger.   Wu Zhihao some not calm, bitter smile: "That can not be helped, who let people gifted, do not recognize can not."   "No way!"   Zhang Hao gritted his teeth and grunted, "Isn't this kid not exercising?   There's no way about the qi and blood, let's admit it.   We'll ask him to go to the gym with us at night to work out, and then we'll spar with him and beat him up hard to get out of this breath!"   Zhang Hao side is talking, opposite Wu Zhihao eyes blinked, smilingly said, "are classmates, there is no need to be like this."   "No, otherwise it's hard to block your breath!"   Wu Zhihao persuaded, "Forget about it, isn't it true that people Fang Ping's qi and blood is just a little higher than yours, his cultural lessons are a little better than yours, and he's a little more handsome? There's really no need to get angry, if the class gets in, we'll look good."   "Old Wu, which side are you on?" Zhang Hao said in exasperation.   Wu Zhihao began to look down at the book, did not raise his head and said, "I'm reviewing, which side is not."   Zhang Hao was about to continue when his shoulder was tapped, followed by Fang Ping's cheerful voice from behind him, "Zhang Hao, if you ask me, you should beat up Fang Ping, otherwise it's not cost-effective to get angry."   The corner of Zhang Hao's mouth twitched, and he turned his head and snapped, "Just kidding, just kidding, how could I. We are good brothers, how could we do such a thing? We are good brothers, can we do such a thing?"   Zhang Hao's mouth said so, but his face was full of bitterness, "Oh, let's not talk about beating up people, if Fang Ping really passed the martial arts exam one day, he won't be beaten up by a martial artist, right?   Fang Ping is also too lazy to be serious, smilingly said, "Don't listen to Wu Zhihao nonsense, which I have 113 cards, at most ......"   "At best, it's around 115 cards."   Zhang Hao rolled his eyes, this guy, deliberately stimulating himself.   Sighing, Zhang Hao didn't take it seriously, and at this time, he was really a bit curious, "Fang Ping, do you have any tricks for exercising qi and blood?"   "Nonsense, if I had the know-how, I would have become a martial artist long ago!" Fang Ping didn't dare to admit this, waved his hand and said, "If you really want to have the know-how, there would still be martial artists piling up on the street, would it be our turn to take the test?"   "That's true." Zhang Hao sighed once again and said somewhat grudgingly, "Right now, Old Wu, you, Yang Jian, Liu Ruoqi, you're the only 4 in our class who have the most hope.   The probability of us running with them is 99%!   In the past, having three was enough, you come too, God get me killed never mind ......"   Wu Zhihao, who had just pretended to read a book, looked up at this time and said, "Hang on, this year, everyone's general qi and blood is higher than last year, I'm really a bit unsteady now.   Let's just say that in our class, if you count Shang Ping, there are 4 people with 110 cards or more.   As far as I know, there are more than 60 people with over 110 cards in the other regular classes.   There are even more in the key classes. Don't look at the small number of students, but there are quite a lot of people with 110 cards or more, at least there are about 40 of them.   When you do the math, in the first middle school alone, there are 100 students with 110 cards or more.   This is still our school, although the other schools in Yangcheng aren't as good as us, they're all good this year, so even if we add them all together, it's about the same as our First Middle School.   In just one city, Yangcheng, there are 200 above 110 cards!"   Counting, Wu Zhihao said somewhat helplessly, "Last year, Yangcheng got a total of 9 martial arts students, this year, if this ratio is still the same, it will be at least twenty to one."   A martial arts enrollment candidate sitting on his other side shook his head and said, "Zhihao, you're all 115 cards, there's hardly a few that are higher than you on this side of the general class. It's the same in other schools, others can still be believed when they say they're under pressure, what pressure do you have."   Although Wu Zhihao was only an ordinary class student, his 115 card qi and blood value was at the top of every ordinary class.   If he really wanted to follow last year's ratio and get two in the ordinary class, Wu Zhihao had high hopes.   As everyone chatted, they didn't focus all of their attention on Fang Ping.   Fang Ping was also happy to do so, listening to their discussions, but also knew a lot of gossip.   Yang Cheng's seniors this year, there were more than 200 above 110 cards.   Of course, qi blood is not the only thing, there are always people who can't get past the later hurdles.   But when the physical examination is over, the major martial arts schools, will be based on the feedback results, the public minimum qi blood standard line, this is not an enrollment standard, just into the third level of the actual test of the standard line only.   The major colleges and universities, also in order to let those students who do not meet the standard, save more time to participate in the cultural examination, otherwise the back delay.   In other words, those whose qi and blood did not meet the standard were eliminated at the end of the second level.   This year's standard for entry, most likely 110 cards, this is only the standard of the third level, even so, half of the class will not be able to enter on the martial arts examination.   For a time, even the staggering Zhang Hao lost his voice.   Preparing for the exam for many years and not even being able to enter the third level, for students, such a blow was bad enough.   Every year, because of this kind of poor mentality, how many martial arts candidates, in the end, even did extremely poorly in liberal arts, and went to an ordinary university, truly a step to heaven and a step to hell.   When they didn't speak, Fang Ping also didn't interrupt, thinking in his heart, it looks like the 110 cards really aren't insured.   Yang City alone is so much, who knows if Wu Zhihao's information is accurate or not, if it's more, the third level can't even get in, then how miserable.   It seems that he is going to raise his blood value as soon as possible.   ......   As everyone quieted down, the school lessons began.   Fang Ping, as always, sometimes read the cultural lessons, sometimes read the professional exam materials, and no one disturbed, except for Yang Jian in the front row and Zhang Hao next to him to find him to pull a few words from time to time.   And the same table Chen Fan, may be stimulated, this time more seriously do the problem, a morning in addition to go to the toilet, almost always in the head to do the problem.   At the end of the morning session, originally Fang Ping was ready to go to dinner, but was informed by Wu Zhihao to go to the old class's office.   Outside the classroom, Wu Zhihao, Yang Jian, plus the not-so-familiar Liu Ruoqi, as well as Fang Ping, a total of just four people.   Wu Zhihao walked while explaining, "Teacher said that tomorrow, Senior Wang will come to our school, the school side will arrange for someone to pick him up, and the teacher will try to get it for us.   Although picking someone up doesn't mean there will be any benefits, but contacting them in advance, when there are fewer people, Senior Wang might say something useful.   As you know, the third level of the martial arts examination in Yangcheng is usually jointly organized by several major martial arts schools in Nanjiang and the Department of Education, so maybe Senior Wang knows something about it as well.   The content of the test every year, sometimes not quite the same ......"   Wu Zhihao explained for a while, while Fang Ping was puzzled, "Then it's not our turn to pick someone up, right?"   There were many classes in the first middle school, and there were two key classes, and it wasn't like there was anything special about the senior three (4) class.   Wu Zhihao smiled and said, "You forget, who is our old class? The head of the faculty office is a student of our old class, so what's this small matter?"   When he said this, Fang Ping remembered.   The class teacher of his own class is quite old in the school, and the director of the teaching office is indeed a student of the old class, but not in high school, but in junior high school.   Liu Anguo used to teach middle school, teaching high school is still teaching quite a few years later.   However, because of this, although Liu Anguo teaching age long, can teach junior high school start, but really not those who start to teach high school teachers have a future.   Even his students have become the director of the faculty, Liu Anguo is still an ordinary senior class teacher.   Understanding the meaning, Fang Ping also knew the purpose of the old class letting himself a few people go to the office.   However, looking around a few people, Fang Ping heart is still slightly emotional, he does not know that he is within, because yesterday's test thing old class know.   Or is it because his family is not good, the old class properly take care of himself.   There could be both reasons, Fang Ping was just feeling a little emotional, at least he felt that the class teacher was still a good person.