After the remaining dozen or so cultural classes were reported one by one.

On the main stage in the middle of the playground, the principal who had been standing straightened his dance clothes, leaned forward slightly, and spoke into the microphone: "Students, the sprint for the college entrance examination has begun. This will be the first time in your life for more than ten years.

The most important battle is also the most important watershed in your future life."

"The drums of the thirty-day sprint have already sounded. The next thirty days will be the hardest, most unforgettable, and most difficult thirty days in your study life. They will also be the most unforgettable and most difficult thirty days in your life's journey.

A moment worth remembering.”

"It may make your life poetic."

"Maybe your dreams will be as bright as a rainbow."

"Maybe it will give you a stage to display your ambitions."

"Perhaps it will allow you to reach the peak of infinite scenery..."

"Ten years of sharpening the sword, a hundred days of riding a horse through the Great Pass, and one day of trial, six months of raising eyebrows and spreading good news!"

"I firmly believe that the students have experienced this..."

(Aba Aba Aba Aba Aba....)

"Aba, aba, aba, aba, aba..."

"Aba aba aba burp..."

"Finally: I put forward four points: first, we must have the firm self-confidence of "who would rather me"; second, we must have the tenacious will of "the college entrance examination is not over yet, the struggle will not stop"; third, we must have the "conquer the fortresses one by one".

, a down-to-earth attitude of "crossing the dangerous shoals one by one; fourth, we must have scientific and reasonable learning methods."

(Abba, Abba, Abba...Abba...ah, Abba...)

"Finally, I believe that if all teachers work hard, pioneer and innovate, and work together, they will be able to successfully complete all tasks of the college entrance examination and submit a satisfactory answer to the school. No matter..."

"Abba, Ababa, Abba..."

"Finally! The last sentence! Today you are proud of No. 2 Middle School, and tomorrow No. 2 Middle School will be proud of you!"

"Finally! Finally! Really the last sentence! May we live up to our time and use our dreams as horses. May we go through thousands of sailings and come back still young."

"Thank you everyone, thank you!!!"

"Crash!!!"

Thunderous applause erupted from the scene.

Chen Ran was shocked to wake up.

If the matter between Wang Xuewen and the dean had not been resolved, perhaps he would have applauded.

It's so contagious.

One set after another!

Chen Ran was so excited that he almost cried...

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

That’s good.”

Mo Fan was so moved that he kept wiping his tears.

"Copied."

"oh......"

…

"Next."

The principal stood up, looked at the first row of seats in the audience, and said, "I would like to invite your senior, Zhao Bing, who was once a student of Tianhe No. 2 Middle School and is now a top student at Nanjiang Wuhan University!"

"Southern Xinjiang Wuhan University?"

"What the hell, a senior from Nanjiang Wuhan University?"

"When did our Tianhe No. 2 Middle School graduate from Nanjiang Wuhan University?"

"Borrowed."

"Oh, you should have told me earlier."

…

Chen Ran, who was originally ready to continue fishing, when he heard Zhao Bing's name, his eyes couldn't help but look at the figure slowly walking towards the high platform under the ceremonial stage.

Mo Fan subconsciously grabbed Chen Ran's sleeve and said, "Brother Ran, do you think Zhao Yan will really let their brother beat us later?"

"Are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid!"

"I'm afraid too!"

"..."

"Brother Ran, can you say something reliable?"

Mo Fan rolled his eyes and looked at Chen Ran.

Chen Ran: "How can you be reliable?"

Mo Fan: "For example, when Zhao Bing attacks us, you yell and rush forward, and then let me run away."

Chen Ran chuckled: "Don't worry, such a day will never happen."

Mo Fan: "Why?"

Chen Ran: "Because you can't run away from me."

Mo Fan: "..."

When Zhao Bing walked up to the main stage, Chen Ran finally saw clearly who Zhao Bing was.

His appearance is almost 70% similar to that of Zhao Yan.

It's just that his face looks more mature, and his edges and corners are more determined. Compared with people of their age, there is still a little innocence in his eyes, but Zhao Bing's eyes appear more decisive and cold, with his eyes open and closed.

Between them, there is this faint murderous aura.

It was more like experiencing a fight of blood and fire.

"Is it time to go out to practice in college?"

Feeling the vague murderous intent in Zhao Bing's eyes, Chen Ran stood in the crowd and frowned to himself.

A person who has never experienced blood and fire would never look like this.

Xia Cheng is like this, and Tong Na is like this too.

"It seems that college will not be easy in the future."

Chen Ran sighed with emotion, and then stopped looking at Zhao Bing.

As for Mo Fan's worry about whether Zhao Bing would cause trouble for them.

Although this possibility exists, it is only for adults, so it is not so boring.

They are high school students.

The fights between students. You are a college student and you graduated from Nanjiang Wuhan University. This kind of person gets involved in the conflicts between students.

It’s also too cheap.

Of course Zhao Bing would be shameless.

He shakes people.

Tong Na's business card is still in his pocket.

Can a peak level three warrior still be unable to deal with a warrior who has just entered the level?

"I am honored to receive the invitation from the principal to return to my alma mater and share some experiences of the college entrance examination with fellow students. In fact, the college..."

(Aba, Aba, Aba...)

Zhao Bing was still speaking passionately on the main stage.

But the three head teachers, Xun Muxue, Zhao Keqi, and Zhang Tianguang, couldn't wait any longer. From time to time, they looked at the principal next to Zhao Bing on the main stage.

Zhao Bing: "(Abba, Ababa, Ababa!...)"

After another ten minutes of long speech.

Zhao Bing's speech ended with almost thunderous applause.

This was genuine applause, not the applause that echoed the principal's official talk.

It can be seen that the entire Tianhe No. 2 Middle School students still have deep respect for martial arts experts.

After about ten minutes, the dean made a concluding speech.

The leaders on the main stage just left.
To be continued...