January 18th.

After the New Year, it is the day to register for school every year.

Taking a psychic bus, Zhou Ming came to Huanluan City with a suitcase and accompanied by a family guard Afu.

The reason why there is no big fanfare is that the relationship between Xuanqing City and Huanluan City has not been very good in recent years, and there are many conflicts and conflicts.

The main reason is that after seeing that Xuan Qingcheng has developed rapidly and GDP has gradually caught up with or even surpassed Huanluan City, Huanluan City's mentality has become a bit unbalanced.

Then the commercial tax road tax that was transported to Xuanqingcheng was raised, and the idea of ​​Xuanqingguo and Pot Rabbit was set up, and the thieves were sent to steal trees and catch rabbits.

These actions failed without exception. Xuan Qingguo and Guoguotu are the highest core interests of Xuan Qingcheng, and the defense measures are very complete, so there is no possibility for outsiders to take advantage of loopholes.

The result of being clever is that he was caught several times and beaten in the face several times.

Of course, these grievances did not have much impact on Zhou Ming's visit to Huanluan Middle School. There are hundreds of students in Xuanqingcheng who go to Huanluan Middle School every year. These people represent outstanding talents and consumption power... Huanluan City has no reason to be kept out.

But considering his sensitivity to his identity, Zhou Ming changed his name from "Bai Feiyang" to the pseudonym "Zhou Yuan".

The main purpose is not to attract the attention of the major families in Huanluan City, so as not to become their target.

After getting off the car, I asked passers-by twice, and then wandered around the city of Huanluan, which was a maze like a maze. Through the guidance of a enthusiastic uncle who had studied at Huanluan Middle School, Zhou Ming and his family guard A Fu finally found their destination - Huanluan Middle School.

"Is this Huanluan Middle School?"

Zhou Ming shook his head, disappointed.

Is this too broken?

Standing at the school gate and looking in, whether it is the teaching building, playground, sports facilities, cement pavement or plant lawn, the first impression I give is two words:

mottled.

Garbage is everywhere and messy.

Even the few big trees next to the playground are crooked and varied in height, like broken flowers and willows, seemingly experiencing violent destruction.

The most impressive thing is the mountain of desks and benches in the garbage pool, either missing legs or spreading them. Some of them are covered with spots of blood on them.

What does these broken desk benches mean?

Zhou Ming already had the answer in his mind.

war.

An extremely fierce war.

These destroyed tables and chairs are the wreckage of weapons after the war.

After seeing the somewhat sparse queues at the registration and payment points, Zhou Ming walked towards that.

Prepare to register for payment.

While queuing, Zhou Ming saw a little fat man standing in front of him, his body was trembling, his face was pale, and he was muttering to himself.

One hand patted his shoulder.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"ah!"

The little fat man was shocked like an electric shock. He turned his head and saw an ordinary face with care. He patted his chest and said, "You almost scared me."

"Oh, sorry, I see that you have a bad face. What's wrong with you?" Zhou Ming asked.

"I'm fine."

The little fat man shook his head, "I just thought about studying in this school, and I was a little scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that someone will beat me and bully me. The people in this school are too fierce."

"Then why do you still want to study in this school?"

The fat man looked helpless: "There is no money at home. My parents do small businesses and can't afford me to go to expensive schools. Other schools have at least 30,000 yuan per semester, and only 10,000 yuan here, I can only study here."

Zhou Ming nodded. The tuition fee of Huanluan Middle School is indeed cheap. Even the No. 1 Middle School in Xuanqingcheng is twice that of this school.

The low tuition fee should be the only attraction of this middle school. As for the hardware facilities and the strength of the faculty, it can only be said to be garbage.

The reason why most parents of students choose this school is because they are poor.

Zhou Ming's situation is a very special case.

"Hey, why did you fuck me in front of me? Please go to the back to line up."

In the queue, a student with a large skeleton and strong muscles did not start queuing from behind, and walked directly to the registration window and prepared to pay for the registration.

The tall and thin student behind him said.

"Yeah~"

The strong student turned his head, glared at him fiercely, raised his arms, exposed his huge biceps and said, "Do you have any objections?"

“No, no.”

The tall and thin student shook his head and shook his head repeatedly. The people behind the queue turned their heads and pretended to turn a blind eye.

After that, several people went to the line, which made Zhou Ming, who thought he could sign up in at most half an hour, waited for nearly an hour in the end.

"Please place your hand on the crystal, enter spiritual power and soul power to detect your cultivation."

At the registration window, the staff took out a crystal detection ball to test his cultivation.

Zhou Ming put his hand on, used his power to pour his spiritual power and soul power into the crystal ball. After a while, a dazzling orange light floated into the crystal ball.

"In the middle stage of Qi Refining, your cultivation is good, and you can be assigned to Class 2 in Grade 1."

The staff's eyes lit up and assigned him a good class.

There are eight classes in the first grade of Huanluan Middle School, including three key classes and five ordinary classes. On average, each class has about 50 students.

"Hey, Brother Zhou, you have also been assigned to Class 2 in the year? That's great, we will be classmates from now on!" The fat man who had been standing next to observe showed joy and said with joy. It was a fate to be assigned to the same class with the people you could chat with.

Zhou Ming patted his shoulder and said, "Little Luo, you have also been assigned to a key class. Your cultivation is also in the middle stage of Qi Refining. Your strength and talent are not bad. What you lack is a little confidence."

"Um!"

The little fat man nodded and said, "As long as Brother Zhou is in the same class as me, I will have confidence!" In fact, he didn't know how this confidence came about, but after he had a partner around him, he was not so scared of this school.

"Oh hehe~!"

"Fighting! Fighting!"

"Second three years one fights with three years three!"

"The battle for the last semester of the third grade of Huanluan Middle School has begun. Which class will win this time?"

"Class 2 was defeated by Class 1 in the last semester of the third year and finally surrendered to Class 1. However, during the period when Class 2 was defeated, four of the five ordinary classes in the third grade surrendered to Class 3. Now Class 3 has an absolute advantage in the number of people. Class 1 and Class 2 are still in the recovery period due to both losses and the number of people is at a clear disadvantage. Can Class 1 and Class 2 resist the attack initiated by Class 3?"

"The war in the new semester has begun, let's fight to the fullest!"

An excited voice came from the radio speaker and the whole campus began to stir.

I saw the smoke and dust rolling up during the running of a large number of students, as well as the sound of fists and feet colliding from the playground behind the school... Zhou Ming, who was just a new arrival, looked up at the blue sky above his head, opened his arms, and bathed in the breeze here, and made a sound in his heart:
Chapter completed!