Chapter 293 Chu Zihang and Xia Mi

Chu Zihang is in class.

What he was talking about was the death part of martial arts. This discipline is famous for its fierce lethality, and there are about a dozen specialists who choose to take it.

There are many students in the classroom, and all the back-to-school specialists from the three batches are here. There are also a few people in the corner of the last row, Manstein Schneider and Lu Mingfei. They are listening and taking notes, and occasionally lower their voices to discuss a few words.

Facing the formation of a hundred people, Chu Zihang remained calm and composed. This boy seemed to have no idea what nervousness was. You could never find an expression other than calmness on his face.

The blackboard is filled with Chinese characters. There are several representative pile techniques for the dead body, the meaning of visual images, and several miraculous explanations.

The words are just like the person. Chu Zihang's strong palm holds the chalk, and the writing posture is like swinging a knife. The rhythmic collision of the chalk and the blackboard is like a sharp and decisive ancient song. The swordsman in coir raincoat and hat is walking in the heavy rain, his sword target , so he drew his sword, and with the snow-white light of the sword, he cut through the rain curtain.

Everyone has their own special teaching style. Lu Mingfei is friendly. He can quickly get closer to students, just like friends, conveying martial arts theories to students in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Chu Zihang is rational, and you seem to be able to see in him the stereotype of German scientists, rigorous, cold, and unsmiling.

At the same time, Chu Zihang has a very high degree of control over his classroom. He never needs to be reminded of classroom disciplines in class. All students' eyes are naturally attracted to him. Whoever his dark eyes rest on will subconsciously stand up to him. Straight back.

At the end of a class, Chu Zihang lowered his head to sort out the teaching aids. Everything was neatly arranged under his hands.

After discussing with several professors, Lu Mingfei walked towards Chu Zihang and he nodded.

"That's alright, senior."

After a month of preparation, he was finally leaving for Peking University's preparatory class. He got a positive answer from Lu Mingfei. Somehow, Chu Zihang's heart was touched, as if there was something he had forgotten, something he had forgotten. People are about to remember.

"Um."

Chu Zihang picked up Murasame.

"I'll leave now."

Watching Chu Zihang walk away, Lu Mingfei muttered to himself strangely.

"It's strange. I always feel like the senior can't wait."

"But, can't wait, can he?"

CC1000 train, Kassel station.

"Bon Voyage."

"Let me know when it's time, President."

Susie and Lancelot were bidding farewell to Chu Zihang.

January is approaching, and Kassel is extremely cold in winter. Chu Zihang is still wearing the black windbreaker worn by the executive department commissioner, but has changed it to a winter style. The windbreaker has a warm plush design on the inside, but considering the low temperature outside, this suit There is still a question mark as to how much of the thermal insulation effect it can achieve.

Chu Zihang carried the oak suitcase, turned up his collar, and danced in the cold winter wind. He was not trying to be cool. He never cared about issues such as image. The uniforms of the executive department were specially designed and had many hidden pockets. It has emergency equipment and is a very good combat uniform. With this outfit and Murasame, Chu Zihang is able to face any challenge.

"I am leaving."

He nodded to Susie and Lancelot.

"goodbye."

Although his face is paralyzed, Chu Zihang is actually very polite, but when he says "thank you" or "goodbye" to people expressionlessly, people tend to only pay attention to his face.

"Send hello to the juniors and girls in the preparatory class of Peking University for us!"

Ye Sheng smiled brightly.

"I heard that there are delicious food everywhere over there. Is it true?"

Yuffie said longingly.

"of course……"

Yuffie and Ye Sheng chatted.

Chu Zihang said goodbye, Kafka and Aki sent their blessings, and apologized to their unreliable partner.

"Okay, okay, we'll talk about the food later. The president is getting in the car."

"It's time to get in the car!"

Ye Sheng finally reacted and jumped up to look at Chu Zihang. Suddenly, he asked Youfei curiously.

"Aki and I came here with Senior Sister Su, what about you guys?"

"of course……"

A motorcycle roared and sped by.

Jumping up the steep slope, the horsepower is increased to the maximum, and the engine roars, deafening.

The locomotive leaps into the air, using the sky as a backdrop.

"That is!"

"My teaching assistant."

The warm sun in winter seems to give the motorcycle a layer of gold.

It's crazy.

"Chu Zihang!"

Shenhe from that person.

Completely unconcealable madness.

"It's indeed him."

"As expected of you, Mr. Teaching Assistant!"

One after another they looked up.

The motorcycle fell, and the man kicked it away and fell down laughing.

Chu Zihang looked back.

"Caesar."

Caesar was wearing his kung fu shorts and didn't have time to change. This noble man who used to spend his time on dancing and enjoying himself seems to have changed recently. You can only find him in places like Genbuyuan.

Looking at his attire, it is not difficult to imagine that Caesar was still practicing martial arts, but when he received the news that Chu Zihang was leaving, he immediately dropped everything and came in a hurry.

This is also the reason why Kafka and Yuffie appeared here. Caesar had heard early that Chu Zihang would go to Peking University’s preparatory class to serve as a martial arts instructor, but the specific time was not yet certain, so he asked Kafka and the two of them, once there was News, notify him immediately.

"Chu Zihang!"

Caesar waved his hand, his eyes full of oppression.

"I, Caesar, Gattuso, hereby issue a declaration of war to you!"

"Duel with me!"

"Bet on your and my honor as warriors!"

There were many people watching.

They all came to see Chu Zihang off.

Part Lionheart, part Homecoming Specialist.

Although Chu Zihang is facially paralyzed, his popularity is really high.

But no one expected that they could witness such an exciting scene when they were just seeing Chu Zihang off.

Caesar invites Chu Zihang to fight.

There is a Fire Department and a Jun Department, and both of them were famous figures in Kassel before Lu Mingfei. In fact, they are still now. Lu Mingfei's status is too transcendent. The most popular topics among the students are Caesar and Chu Zihang.

So, will Chu Zihang agree?

Chu Zihang said to the breathless concentration of the students watching.

"See you in the finals."

Caesar smiled understandingly and nodded.

"interesting."

"Then, see you in the finals

CC1000 train has started.

Chu Zihang then went to the preparatory class of Peking University.

What kind of story will be waiting for him?

Chu Zihang looked out the window at the rapidly receding scenery, the outline of his face reflected in the glass.

A piece of news spread like an explosion on the Night Watch forum.

Is it Caesar's date with Chu Zihang?

No, it's more than that.

There was also the final that appeared in the conversation between the two.

What is this final?

Cassel's students are all geniuses, and now there are a large number of back-to-school specialists. More and more clues are being found by them, and they have discovered Cassel's next move.

They are going to hold a martial arts competition.

"It's been discovered."

"Do you need to block the news, Mr. Advisor?"

"It's not a secret, it's open to the public. It gives everyone a goal to work towards. In this way, Norma, in the name of the principal, issue a notice that on March 19 next year, everyone can participate in the first Kyushu Competition."

"March 19th, okay, Norma understands."

"Mr. Advisor, where is the venue for the competition?"

"Well, let me think about it again. Let's put the time in the notice first."

"receive."

If it were just a mixed race, it would be fine if the competition took place in Kassel.

But in Lu Mingfei's vision, it wasn't just people from Kassel who participated in the competition.

Over at the Children's Palace, Yuanyuan, Chen Pingan, Su Xiaoqiang, I wonder how their cultivation is going?

Mixed races and ordinary people, put them together to compete, what will be the result?

Lu Mingfei was curious about this.

Hence the first Kyushu Tournament.

But because there are ordinary people, it seems a little inappropriate to put it in Kassel.

If it’s a specific location, think about it again.

And the issue of the competition is not just the location.

Since there is a martial arts competition, there must be prizes. It is said that the most suitable prizes should be the weapons and elixirs used by warriors.

Weapons and elixirs can really help warriors.

However, since the establishment of the two institutes, there are still no results of sufficient weight.

In the final analysis, it is too difficult to start research from scratch with only such a small amount of time.

But time waits for no one, the world is ending in 2012, and the crisis is imminent.

Lu Mingfei flipped through the recently submitted research reports.

Alchemists, scientists, maybe it's time to add new blood.

Lu Mingfei pondered.

"Norma, call up the Abrahamic blood contract. I need to verify an idea."

"as you wish."

The Abraham blood contract appeared in front of Lu Mingfei in the form of a projection.

He read it word for word, line for line.

As long as it is an appointment, as long as it is a contract, there must be loopholes.

Presumably the same is true for the Abrahamic blood covenant.

Got it!

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and quickly finalized it. After editing, he forwarded it to Wuxiang Think Tank via Norma. Ten minutes later, he was beaten back.

They believed that this proposal had certain risks and therefore did not allow it to pass.

"Norma, I remember that the principal seemed to have said that when necessary, I can implement it directly without anyone's approval."

"Yes, Mr. Counselor."

"That's it, let me implement it with the authority of the general consultant of the martial arts campus plan."

"receive."

"Permission verification passed."

"The proposal takes effect."

"Target is being found."

"Tasks are being dispatched."

BJ, subway station.

Chen Wenwen rubbed her hands and wrapped herself into a ball. It was really cold this winter.

She looked around and saw no one waiting. She took out her mobile phone and there was no text message.

"Not here yet?"

After muttering something, Chen Wenwen stood on tiptoe again, trying to distinguish that person's figure among the people coming and going.

Wait, that is...

She blinked, a little doubtful, wondering if she had seen it wrong.

Is it really him?

Didn’t you say you were going to university abroad?

Could it be that I saw it wrong?

Thinking this, Chen Wenwen looked at her again as if to confirm.

But it can no longer be found.

The stern man in the black trench coat, the previous generation school idol of their Shilan Middle School, Chu Zihang.

By the way, Chen Wenwen suddenly remembered that according to Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei seemed to have gone to the same university as him.

On the day she returned to school to get her transcript after her senior year of high school, she stood in the crowd and looked at it carefully.

Remember it's called Cassel.

Lu Mingfei.

Thinking of the young man's face, Chen Wenwen couldn't explain her feelings for a moment.

It always feels a little weird.

Is it loss?

It shouldn't be.

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhao Menghua took her hand.

"You're here!"

Chen Wenwen's voice was small, but full of excitement.

"Why are you late? Did something happen on the way?"

"Speaking of which, you must be surprised."

"what."

“I found a poster from the last century!”

"Is it an antique?"

"Posters can't be considered antiques. Just now, I forgot which stop I was at. I saw no one outside the car window, and there were still posters from the 1990s on the wall."

"Hey, it sounds like a ghost story. You must be dreaming!"

"I swear, it's definitely not a dream, I really saw it."

The two of them talked and walked away.

Chu Zihang stopped.

Take another bus, seven stops away, and you'll reach the preparatory class.

Although nothing can be seen from his facial expression, in fact, Chu Zihang's inner activities are very rich.

The heartbeat is a little fast.

Can't find the reason.

He checked his phone again.

That was the message sent by Han Ye, who was in charge of the docking.

"Coach, Xia Mi and I have specially prepared a surprise for you. Let me know when it's almost here."

Is it because of you? Han Ye.

Chu Zihang still remembered the boy who was prettier than the girl. They had fought together and were not strangers.

But if it's because of his whim.

Chu Zihang thought it was unlikely.

In contrast, he looked at the name mentioned in the message.

Xia Mi......

It always feels a bit familiar.

Chu Zihang didn't notice that his steps were getting slower and slower. This kind of thing had never happened to this boy. He had always been decisive and never procrastinated. Words like indecisive were even more insulated from him.

So, what is the reason for his current hesitation?

Suddenly, the reminder sounded.

Chu Zihang received new information.

This is……

Peking University preparatory class.

"Why haven't you arrived yet?"

Xia Mi spread her long legs and slumped down on the chair like a wild monster in Pokémon.

Han Ye, who looked over inadvertently, his eyes widened at that time.

"How did you do this!"

"Haha, you must be scared!"

"This is my lady's racial talent!"

"Is it a gift to lie down more comfortably? I really don't know how to evaluate it."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. President, when will the coach you mentioned come?"

Xia Mi blew the horn feebly, and with a popping sound, the roll of paper inflated and then retracted quickly.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? That's for welcoming the coaches from our headquarters, not your toys!"

"Don't be too serious. If the coach knows that this thing can help beautiful girls relieve their boredom, he will definitely be very pleased."

"No one claims to be a beautiful girl. It's you, Xia Mi."

Han Ye shook his head and sighed, staring at the ceiling in trance, but then again, why is that coach not here so late?

What should be said should not be said, it’s so boring.

After being quiet for a while, Han Ye suddenly heard a rustling sound. It was strange, was there a mouse in this room?

Wait, mouse!

He quickly looked at a guy who claimed to be a beautiful girl.

"Xia Mi!"

Han Ye shouted.

"What's in your mouth!"

"That's food for the coach! Spit it out quickly!"

"And the cake in your hand, put it down! Put it down! Put it down quickly!"

"Wait a minute, why is your backpack so bulging? What's in it?"

"Um, president, my brother just called me. He said he misses me and wants me to go home, otherwise he will dismantle the BJ."

"For the sake of world peace, I'm going home. Don't miss me. Goodbye."