This is not the first time Fang Ping has heard of the name Wang Jinyang.

On the first day of waking up, Yang Jian was talking.

Afterwards, Chen Fan began to say, Wu Zhihao started to say, and the head teacher was also talking.

In short, in a few days, even though Fang Ping did not know Wang Jinyang, he could say that his words were like thunder were not empty words.

A student in the ordinary class was admitted to Wuke University without his usual grades. He was indeed a celebrity in the small Yangcheng.

Wang Jinyang's reputation even surpassed other students who were admitted to Wuke University in the past year.

...

After leaving the office, Fang Ping was still thinking about the head teacher's words.

The old class did take care of him once.

According to Liu Anguo's words, the others are fine. Everyone has been preparing for the martial arts exam for a long time, and they know everything they should know.

Fang Ping is different, he applied for the exam too suddenly.

If Liu Anguo had no hope for him yesterday and knew about the test last night today, Liu Anguo might not be able to create miracles like Wang Jinyang.

It just so happens that Fang Ping and Wang Jinyang have many similarities.

He is not very outstanding in the class and his family is also in ordinary state. Wang Jinyang is not as abrupt as Fang Ping's application for martial arts, but on the eve of the college entrance examination, no one thought he could pass the exam.

Liu Anguo felt that if Fang Ping left, he might have some common language with the other party, and he might not have gained something.

So this time, Fang Ping was on the list.

In the corridor outside the office, Wu Zhihao had a happy face and smiled, "I didn't expect that the old class was so powerful. This time, our class was the only one who was responsible for picking up people."

Yes, this time, only four people from Class 4 of Senior High School were responsible for picking up people. Of course, the school also arranged a car and a driver.

It’s not that the teachers at the school are arrogant. In fact, Wang Jinyang’s achievements after graduation must be higher than theirs. Many teachers are eager to get into condoms.

However, when Wang Jinyang communicated with the school before, he said that it would not be too troublesome, just come to the school by himself.

Later, I couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the school, so I simply said that I could just come to a few juniors and sisters, so there was no need to bother with the teachers.

Although this may be a polite word, the school finally decided to arrange only students to avoid embarrassment.

Liu Anguo also made up his mind this time. Wu Zhihao in the class had great hope of passing the martial arts subject, so Liu Anguo originally just wanted Wu Zhihao to get in touch.

Later, when I learned about Fang Ping, I thought about helping Fang Ping fight for it.

Thinking of both of them, Yang Jian and Liu Ruoqi in the class seemed to perform well, so they just went together.

So, Lao Liu blocked the door of the director’s office early in the morning and refused to leave!

Now that the principal is not in the school, the principal is responsible for many things. He is blocked by his teacher. In desperation, the principal has to respond with a wry smile.

Anyway, it’s just a job of picking up people, and some students in key classes are not happy to go.

In the end, the matter of picking up people fell on the heads of the people in Class (4).

Wu Zhihao said, and then said to Fang Ping and others: "There is no need to attend classes tomorrow morning. We will gather at the school gate before 9 o'clock and take the school bus to the station together.

We also accompanied Senior Brother Wang for lunch.

In the afternoon, we will accompany Brother Wang to school and the task will be completed.”

Yang Jian and Liu Ruoqi both nodded, while Fang Ping was a little curious and said, "What kind of martial arts level is Senior Brother Wang?"

Wu Zhihao asked this and said helplessly after a while: "I don't know, Wuhan University is relatively much more mysterious than other liberal arts universities, and many things are not spread at all.

We don’t know what kind of warrior Senior Brother Wang is.

However, Senior Brother Wang is only a freshman, and Nanjiang Wuhan University is pretty good in Nanjiang, and it can only be considered average among Wuhan University in the country.

I guess the specific number of grades should be about one or two."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Ruoqi, who had not spoken much, suddenly said, "First and Second Grade? Do you really think that the students of Wuhan University are all warriors?"

She said this and then left.

When she left, Fang Ping thoughtfully said, "Since she said, aren't all the students of Wuhan University all warriors?"

Wu Zhihao smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that yes, I don't know the specifics. It seems that I heard that there are students from Wuhan University who have not become warriors after graduation.

But this kind of thing is a bit far away from us, and we don’t know what the situation is."

Fang Ping nodded slightly. It turned out that if you were admitted to Wuhan University, you might not necessarily become a warrior. No wonder the status of a warrior is becoming more and more respectful.

As for whether Wang Jinyang is a warrior, it is difficult to judge now.

But no matter what, this is the first person Fang Ping is about to meet who is truly related to a warrior.

I have been listening to the legend of warriors. I have not had many people in the entire No. 1 Middle School who have ever been exposed to the real warriors.

For a moment, Fang Ping was a little looking forward to it.

...

After lunch, I copied Wu Zhihao's notes and finished them, Fang Ping ran out of the 50 yuan he had on hand again.

I had no money and didn't have the nerve to say that I would invite Wu Zhihao to dinner.

Of course, Wu Zhihao didn't care much about this, but Fang Ping wrote down this favor.

Only a few days after rebirth, I owe a lot of debts to the class teacher, Wu Zhihao.

Sometimes, debts of favors can be more difficult to repay than money.

After suppressing these things, Fang Ping continued to read and review on his own in the afternoon.

...

night.

When Fang Ping came back, his sister and mother were both at home, but his father Fang Mingrong had not returned yet.

According to convention, Fang Ping is still a little uncomfortable when he doesn’t pinch Fang Yuan’s face when he goes home.

As a result, the brother and sister started to fight again. Li Yuying, who was preparing dinner, was amused and crying. The two children were not at peace with each other.

The brother and sister were tired of fighting, and Fang Mingrong also got home.

As soon as he entered the door, Fang Mingrong said, "Have you withdrawn the money?"

Li Yuying nodded, Fang Mingrong turned to look at Fang Ping and said, "I'll ask your mother to give you 20,000 yuan later. Remember to thank your classmate and his parents.

I won’t come to the door this time. When the college entrance examination is over, I will definitely treat them to a meal.”

Fang Mingrong went to the factory today and asked the workshop director.

Xueqi pills do cost 30,000 yuan each, and the pharmacy does not bargain.

When Fang Mingrong asked if he could buy it for 20,000 yuan, he almost got sprayed to death by the director's saliva.

It’s no secret that you can buy it, but which onion is his Fang Mingrong?

Even this director bought medicine for his son's college entrance examination last year and wanted to buy a cheap one, he couldn't find a channel, let alone Fang Mingrong.

Now, Fang Mingrong has absolutely no idea of ​​owe favors.

At present, the family life is not easy. Even if Fang Ping really passes the warrior exam, he will have to use money in the future. If he fails the exam, he will save even more money.

Ten thousand yuan is not a small amount. If you can save, you can. If you owe favors, you should owe favors.

As soon as my father agreed, Fang Ping felt much more relaxed.

With money, many things are much easier to handle.

He has been very busy these days. Even if he has the intention to make some money, he doesn't have that time.

In order to ensure that you can get into the martial arts subject, it is a helpless move to get some money from your parents first.

After the family had supper, Li Yuying entered the room to get money for Fang Ping.

When the 20,000 yuan was handed over to Fang Ping, Fang Ping had a slight spend in front of him and the data appeared again.

Wealth: 20,000

Qi and blood: 1.1

Spirit: 1

Fang Ping breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his guess was correct. Only when the money his parents gave him could turn it into wealth.

In addition, Fang Ping couldn't help but smiled self-deprecatingly, as if he was better than a cash detector.

If you have less money and have fake money, you can tell at a glance that you don’t have to count it.

If it weren't for its only usefulness to your own money, if you couldn't get into martial arts subjects in the future, you wouldn't be a warrior and go to a bank to be a teller, you would probably win a national championship.

Putting these messy thoughts aside, Fang Ping greeted his parents and locked himself in a small room.

...

In the room.

Staring at the panel, Fang Ping hesitated slightly. Is it better to improve qi and blood or to improve his spirit?
To be continued...