First grade’s class four teacher, Kong Hanwen, almost crooked his nose out of anger. ‘This fellow’s level of arrogance is extraordinary!’
‘That’s right, so you’re strong. But what’s the big deal about the class of trash you’re teaching? Can their strength lead anywhere?’
“Seems like Teacher Wu is full of confidence! We shall see what happens on the stage then.” With sarcasm-laced words, Kong Hanwen beckoned to his own class and moved towards them.
Wu Zhangkong’s lips moved slightly, and Tang Wulin, who stood beside him, vaguely caught his words; Teacher Wu seemed to have spoken something unpleasant…
At this moment, Director Long Hengxu walked towards the tournament platform.
“Today’s Class Promotion Tournament has started. We begin with the match between the first grade’s class five and the first grade’s class four. Teacher Wu Zhangkong, have you confirmed the number of participants from your class?”
The Class Promotion Tournament for lower grades were normally not as popular. As the presiding referee, Long Hengxu had only one point of interest, which was the disciples Wu Zhangkong had trained within the last three months. Especially since Wu Zhangkong had approached him previously in order to seek his forgiveness.
Wu Zhangkong nodded. “We have three participants from our class.”
Long Hengxu turned towards the direction of class four’s teacher, Kong Hanwen. “Class five has three participants. Teacher Kong, you have five minutes to select your participants.”
Kong Hanwen had changed from the previously grinning face he’d shown in front of Wu Zhangkong and commented disdainfully, “To compete with class five, anyone from our class four is good enough. Jia Long, Lin Zunyuan, Mo Si—you three compete. Remember, you are representing class four’s glory. You must show off the might of class four.”
Wu Zhangkong merely waved his hand. Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue moved up to the tournament stage.
Long Hengxu looked towards Wu Zhangkong with a strange expression. Generally speaking, class five as a whole was weak in power, and should’ve put forth the minimum number of participants possible. While he had picked two of his best students, he’d selected a total of three to compete. Could it be that class five’s power as a whole had strengthened under Wu Zhangkong’s training?
Among class four’s three participants, Jia Long was at the forefront position. He wasn’t particularly tall, but he was stout and looking sturdy.
Lin Zunyuan was a stringy-framed, weak-looking teenager. Mo Si had a medium build and had an eager look on his face.
Tang Wulin was at the forefront position on his end. That was right, it was him. Standing in this position made him feel as if he were the chief commander.
“Ready!” The two teams were 50 meters apart. Long Hengxu had his right hand raised.
“New academic year’s Class Promotion Tournament Round 1, first
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