A Weird Theater That Started In London

Thursday, October 19, 6:02 am.

There was a little coolness in the air, and the sky was hazy, but the road was extremely lively.

Lu Li walked out of the unit building quickly.

After nearly half a year, he once again experienced a morning study, but his mood was much calmer.

When he came to the classroom, Wu Yue, who was at the same table, had already sat in his seat, with various test papers in front of him.

It seemed that he didn't have any hope for Wuke, and he was preparing to have a test tomorrow, so that he could give up his mind completely, and then he switched back to the liberal arts.

Seeing that Lu Li had arrived, Wu Yue put down his pen and looked up and said, "It was true that yesterday was not intentional..."

"it's okay no problem."

Lu Li didn't care about that episode anymore. He came to ask for a leave this morning and left.

In fact, apart from the exam tomorrow, I can barely raise my interest, nothing else.

Upon seeing this, Wu Yue stopped talking, and continued to immerse himself in the test papers. The attitude of going home last night made him completely give up his expectation of applying for the Wuke examination—

There is only one chance. If the grades are not satisfactory, I will switch back to liberal arts.

In this world, warriors are in the minority after all, and ordinary talents are the mainstream. Among them, they are divided into three, six or nine grades:

Those with a little money, those with no money, those who work in related units, those who enter the factory to do assembly line work...

The treatment gap is not small.

Therefore, after two years of hard work, it may not be impossible to achieve stratification and be a happy ordinary person.

Of course, Lu Li didn't care what he thought. According to the development trajectory of another world, the two would be separated after spending some time at the same table, and there was not much overlap in the future.

[Duke: I've already asked for leave, where's your side? 】

The phone vibrated slightly.

After browsing the information, Lu Li glanced at the time subconsciously, and it took another ten minutes to start early self-study. The probability of the teacher showing up early was not high.

[In another half an hour, you can wait for me at the school gate]

[Duke: Received, salute.jpg]

At this moment, Zhang Congxin, with yellowish hair, walked in from the back door, carrying a satchel, and vividly interpreting what is meant by the unrecognized steps of six relatives.

But when he passed by Lu Li, he still said hello, "Why did you go back so early yesterday?"

"Stressful." Lu Li changed his words differently from when he was at home, "Ask for a while and wait for the exam tomorrow to come back."

Hearing this, Xiao Huangmao was stunned. He really didn't expect anyone to ask for leave today. He reminded: "There is pre-test training in the morning, and the school will conduct mock exams in the afternoon.

I only learned last night that the monthly exams for military students have been organized and supervised by the government, and the school has no way of intervening..."

Except for dyeing his hair, Zhang Congxin has nothing to do with the unscrupulous youth. At this moment, he is trying to persuade Lu Li not to give up on himself.

After all, this kind of atmosphere has spread in the class during this period, and more and more people feel nervous and give up.

"Mock exam?"

"right."

Lu Li, who had originally planned to decline the other party’s kindness, finally came to his mind, "Do you know what the specific arrangements are?"

Although he checked a lot of information on the Internet last night and obtained important information from Duke, he did not check for some things.

For example, the monthly examination of Wu Ke.

Not many people pay attention to this kind of common-sense problem, and there are many different opinions, and there is no conclusion.

The most important thing is that Lu Li didn't feel that he would be trapped by a quiz in the low martial arts world.

"According to the unified requirements of the national examination, there are three hurdles in total."

"The first level has nothing to do with talent or anything. Physical examination confirms that there are no major injuries."

"Blood?"

"No, just check your eyesight and let the instrument scan to make sure the bones are not deformed."

Wu Yue, who was talking between the two, stopped writing questions, and his mood was particularly complicated. He wanted to turn himself over through Wuke, and at the same time, limited by the attitude of his parents, it was difficult to step into the martial arts.

When he returned home yesterday, he told his family about paying the exam fee and received a lot of complaints. It was not until he came to school this morning that he got the money from his mother.

The first monthly exam is unsuccessful and you become benevolent.

If you have this talent and have excellent grades, then bite the bullet and continue reading. If the talent is not good, simply give up trying early and prepare for liberal arts.

"Lastly."

After whispering in his heart, Wu Yue put the pen away and listened silently to the communication between the two.

"What about the second level?"

"The exams in June next year are extremely demanding, and we have only begun to step into the martial arts, and speaking out will inevitably hurt confidence."

As he said, Zhang Congxin shook his head, "For the first monthly exam, it is probably a set of punches and scores based on completeness."

"Finally, there is a special test. I heard seniors who are about to take the national exam say that this level is particularly magical, and a glass bottle will be placed in front of everyone."

"And then." Wu Yue couldn't help asking.

The teacher has never introduced these aspects, and those quasi-war fighters on the Internet are also very secretive about this, as if they are worried about getting into trouble.

"The specific situation can only be known through personal experience, and there are relevant regulations on the official side."

Xiao Huangmao wanted to say something but stopped. On the one hand, he felt that the words were half hidden and not very authentic. On the other hand, he was worried about getting into trouble.

In the end, he vaguely said: "I heard that there is a liquid in a glass bottle that is darker than blood. When a person gets closer, it will fluctuate because of this. The more violent the fluctuation, the worse the performance of this assessment. "

"It has nothing to do with the hard work of the day after tomorrow."

"In the afternoon mock exam, the school can only help grasp the second level."

As soon as the voice fell, the head teacher walked in, and the little Huang Mao who was stranded in the same place walked away quickly.

After a while, the classroom became quiet, and she went straight to the subject: "Students who have not paid the registration fee should register before school in the morning, and they will automatically give up after the deadline."

When speaking, the head teacher couldn't help looking around.

After getting along for a month, the teachers of all subjects have a good understanding of each student's situation, let alone her class teacher.

Those who are willing to try, who are talented but can't hold their breath, and who are already retreating, I know roughly.

"In addition, the registration fee is only higher this time. After all, the situation is special. You can take the monthly exam in the future. UU reading www.uukanshu.com can pay one thousand."

Monthly exam, as the name implies.

Once a month.

If five thousand times a time, it is true that ordinary families need to sell iron for the children, but if only one thousand, the quality of life will be reduced, and gritted teeth can be satisfied.

After saying these words, the head teacher turned and left.

Martial arts is different from liberal arts. There is no so-called morning reading. Self-study classes can do whatever the students do. The default is to review what they learned yesterday and conduct actual drills during outdoor classes.

"Are you signing up?"

"Are you sure you want to participate?"

The conversation is endless.

Lu Li didn't say anything, got up and left his seat, and handed the money to the monitor.

Although it is a waste of time to do so, it is enough to make your parents happy.