On the high-speed train to Jiangnan City.

Han Dong looked out the window and suddenly his cell phone flickered. He took it out and looked at it. It was Aunt Lin who sent him a WeChat message.

"Xiaodong, have you already set out?"

Han Dong replied: "Aunt Lin, I have already gotten on the high-speed train and will be there in another fifty minutes."

Rumble.

As the EMU was running, it became closer and closer to Jiangnan City. There were whispers from time to time in the carriage, and you could also hear the crying of children at the end of the carriage.

"Oh, this kid is so quarrel."

The middle-aged uncle, who was separated from Han Dong, raised his head, shook it twice, took out his cell phone with great effort, and sent two messages, obviously giving up his plan to rest.

Smile for a moment.

He looked at Han Dong and spoke, "Young man, I think you are quite young and have good strength. You usually practice martial arts?"

Han Dong withdrew his gaze from the window: "Yeah, practice a little."

The middle-aged uncle was wearing a simple shirt with simple fabrics, a dark brown belt tied around his waist, and a pair of formal pants on his lower body, probably a business person who was on a business trip.

Han Dong thought to himself.

The middle-aged uncle smiled and said, "You are so young, you must still be in school?"

Han Dong said politely: "Yeah, I'm in my senior year of high school."

Senior year?

The middle-aged uncle was stunned, looked up and down at Han Dong, and hesitated: "Oh, are you coming to Jiangnan City to take the college entrance examination martial arts exam? At such a young age, it's great to go out alone. Have you figured out which university to be admitted to?"

Han Dong said politely: "Thank you for your praise, I'm going to try Jiangnan Academy."

They talked in a low voice, and the sound of the EMU was basically unable to hear clearly.

The middle-aged uncle blinked and became interested.

Jiangnan Academy?

If a martial arts student wants to be admitted to the institution, he must have a third-grade martial arts grade. Even in Jiangnan City, third-grade martial arts student is very rare.

"Do you have a third-grade martial arts grade?" The middle-aged uncle looked at Han Dong: "As far as I know, the higher the grade of a martial arts student, the stronger the body. After all, you must supplement a lot of nutrition during martial arts practice, etc."

Han Dong nodded with a smile, but no response.

Martial arts practitioners are also divided into age. For example, young people practice martial arts, and their grade has nothing to do with their physical condition. However, high school students are in a period of physical development. If they practice martial arts, they will inevitably have a strong body shape.

But I have gray and white air flowing.

Naturally, there is no need to exercise strength, control flexibility, and polish flexibility. Without these key steps, the physique will naturally approach normal.

"hehe."

The middle-aged uncle smiled apologetically.

He understood that he was just talking in a very deep way. However, a senior high school student had such a steady personality. You should know that martial arts students have rough and generous tempers. Especially third-rank martial arts students, they are inevitably arrogant.

"Interesting young man."

The middle-aged uncle pursed his lips and took out his cell phone and looked at the message on the screen.

rumble.

The high-speed train continued to speed, and the scene outside the window continued to change, and finally arrived in Jiangnan City. The carriages gradually became noisy. Some passengers got up and left their seats, gathered in the carriage links, and prepared to get off.

"Young man."

The middle-aged uncle looked at Han Dong and smiled embarrassedly, "Can you please help me? This box is really heavy."

Han Dong nodded without saying much, grabbed his right hand upwards, and continued to hold the metal box in one hand and gently put it in the aisle.

The middle-aged uncle pulled out the box lever and thanked him: "Young man, where are you going to wait. There is a car to pick me up. If you take the leverage, I will take you all the way."

"No, no, no." Han Dong was stunned and smiled and said, "The elders came to pick me up outside the station. Thank you for your kindness."

"kindness."

The middle-aged uncle nodded.

...

Jiangnan City, Jiangnan Province, outside the high-speed train station.

The passengers around him looked at him in surprise from time to time. A gorgeous car with a black color and noble elegance was parked on the pick-up and drop-off passage outside the station.

This is a Bentley brand car that attracts attention.

A silver Audi A8L was parked on the side of the road at about ten meters, but in comparison, it was far inferior to this Bentley and was very low-key.

"mom."

A girl with black hair shawls with delicate facial features and agile agile, but complained: "Our car is not bad either, but the best one. Just buy such a low-key car, but you still have to remove the top-fit ​​logo?"

She wore white short-sleeved and light blue jeans, showing a youthful atmosphere of her childhood, especially her long legs and buttocks, and her return rate was even comparable to that of the Bentley.

Standing next to her was Lin Qingmei.

She was wearing a delicately tailored formal attire with a white shirt inside. She looked at her daughter Jiang Ling, frowned slightly and said, "Vii is not a good thing."

Jiang Ling pursed her red lips, stared at the ground, and kicked her well-proportioned long legs: "But this is the case in society now. You are not vain, and society forces you to be vain."

Lin Qingmei shook her head and laughed, and stopped talking.

She thought she was very satisfied with educating her children, but the only disadvantage of her eldest daughter was that she liked to pursue a luxurious and luxurious life, whether it was a vehicle or a house.

Jiang Ling said, "Mom, ask Han Dong what he is. We have been waiting for him for more than ten minutes. I still have elective courses tonight."

Lin Qingmei said in a gentle voice: "What's the intimidation for you, a child? Xiaodong is a martial arts student. This time he came to Jiangnan City to participate in the martial arts test. If you have nothing to do tomorrow, give him a way."

Pick.

Jiang Ling kicked a small stone away and said unhappily: "Don't Han Dong want to get into Jiangnan Finance? I am a student from Jiangnan Academy, how can I lead the way for him? Let's take a look tomorrow. If there is no class, I will ask my classmates to help him lead the way."

She felt a little impatient.

If my mother hadn't had to come here with her, she would have been studying in the library. She was quite reluctant to leave the book about economic system analysis.

At this time.

Lin Qingmei exclaimed: "Xiaodong?"

Jiang Ling also looked up.

In the crowd, a pretty boy with a backpack walked to the side of the road with an obese middle-aged uncle, and said a few words to each other, and the boy came over.

Obviously this boy is Han Dong from his mother's mouth.

But what surprised Jiang Ling was that... the fat middle-aged uncle actually walked towards the black Bentley parked on the side of the road, and a woman in formal clothing got out of the car and helped him carry the gift box and put it in the trunk of the vehicle.

"Aunt Lin, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Han Dong bowed politely to Lin Qingmei with a gentle smile. This is respect and also gratitude from the heart.

Lin Qingmei nodded and asked, "Xiaodong, do you know the uncle just now?"

Han Dong was stunned and turned his head to glance. The middle-aged uncle nodded to him and got into the black Bentley.

Jiangnan City is indeed a crouching tiger and hidden dragon.

An uncle I met on the high-speed train actually picked him up with a Bentley car.

Han Dong was a little surprised and said as usual: "Aunt Lin, we don't know each other. I just chatted a few more words in the high-speed train."

The other side.

Jiang Ling nodded secretly and looked at it quietly.

She originally thought that Han Dong was from a prefecture-level city and must have been rustic, but Han Dong's calm conversation and clean clothes sootheed his dissatisfaction.

At least.

Han Dong gave her a very good first impression.

Just as she was thinking, Han Dong turned his head and looked over, and said politely: "Hello Jiang Ling, I am Han Dong, probably your junior."

ah?

Junior?

Jiang Ling was confused and reminded speechlessly: "I am a student of Jiangnan Academy, not from Jiangnan Finance."

Han Dong smiled and said, "Well, I came to Jiangnan City this time to be admitted to the institution."

After he left home, there was no need to hide the third-grade martial arts level. Moreover, Master Ning Moli created a reasonable identity and martial arts experience for him. He had worried about the impact of his progress too quickly, so he disappeared.

Lin Qingmei said in surprise: "Xiaodong, aren't you a fifth-grade martial arts student?"

Han Dong turned his head to look at Aunt Lin and said, "Aunt Lin, I am a third-rank martial arts student. I want to give my parents a surprise, so I haven't confessed for the time being, so I have to keep it confidential."

"Oh, that's not bad." Lin Qingmei nodded with a smile: "Okay, let's get in the car, Xiaoling, you can sit in the back row, Xiaodong will come in front."

Said.
To be continued...