"Tang Dynasty!"

The shouts came from the distant borderline, and the piles of waste piled up into mountains were sorted continuously, and there was no way to see where the shouting people were.

Tang Hua raised a head, holding a robotic arm that had just been caught from the garbage dump in his hand, and replied: "I'm here!"

The person in the distance continued to shout, "Come back quickly, the coach said he would call the name today, and there is something to announce, so you can't be late!"

Tang Shi responded: "Hey!"

Then, a young man in a short shirt jumped out of the garbage dump, and rushed to the shore with a few ups and downs.

Seeing a figure from afar, the young man who came to pass the message felt relieved and turned around and ran towards the same path first.

This is a poor planet used for garbage disposal and transit, and this place is the most famous poverty-stricken area on the poverty-stricken planet. In this place where resources are extremely scarce, this batch of undestroyed garbage has become the most precious wealth on the planet.

Whenever the garbage is dumped, a group of scavengers will come to pick up the garbage to see if they can pick up valuables for secondary sales.

Of course, this is actually illegal. It’s just that on a poor planet, the guards will not blame these poor people too much.

Even so, the robbery of garbage is very fierce.

A young man without a background like Tang Hua can only search when most people have already picked it up and there will be almost no competitors.

Tang Shuo went to a mobile school. Because it was a mobile school, let alone students, even teachers changed very frequently.

In order to cope with the martial arts classes stipulated by the alliance, the school invited a coach from a non-class martial arts school to name the name.

The coach himself was half a bucket of water and was not interested in teaching students. Occasionally, he came over to call out a name, signed in, and taught them how to stance, and treated it as a matter of dealing with it.

Tang Hua originally wanted to get rid of martial arts classes that would only waste time, but he didn't expect to call them today.

He ran home quickly, took a fight shower under the shower head, and then changed into clean clothes.

His clothes were very wide, because they were not suitable for the size, and he cut them himself into the simplest and simplest short-sleeved shirt. However, the unfit clothes always had a chic and elegant feeling when worn on him, which contrasted with his own temperament.

That's right, he picked up these clothes from the garbage dump.

After finishing the Tang Dynasty, Zhan Yan smiled at a photo next to him, "Grandpa, I'm leaving."

He grabbed the ID card beside him and ran towards the school.

When Tang Hua arrived, everyone and the gathering were over. He looked at the time and found that there were still two minutes left to class. With the coach's unhappy gaze, he quickly rushed into the team.

The coach patrolled his eyes on the green faces, covered his mouth and coughed, thought of a not-so-abrupt opening remark, and said, "You are already in the sixth grade this year and will be in junior high school soon. Have you ever thought about your future?"

Everyone smiled embarrassedly and looked at each other. Facing this coach who was already a successful person in their eyes, they were embarrassed to say what they said.

At this time, Tang Hua raised his hand and said, "I want to snatch the garbage dump in the east from Brother Feng!"

The coach couldn't help but frown.

It’s always garbage and other things, and it’s really hard to get on the table. He looked down on it a little bit, and felt that this was normal for these kids.

Do you want to expect the rat to fly into a dragon? From the time they were born, they were destined to be the lowest-level ditch rats.

Not only him, but even the classmates around Tang Hua laughed.

"Do you want to be the man who dominates the garbage dump?" The slightly fat boy next to him said hilariously, "Do you have to live by picking up garbage all your life? Haven't you ever thought about finding something else to do?"

Tang Shi said calmly as usual: "I will not stay in this garbage dump for the rest of my life."

The boy smiled and said, "Which garbage dump do you want to go to? Do you want to compete with Brother Feng next door? Or do you want to be a younger brother in the oiliest and fattest garbage area in the central area?"

Tang Hua turned around, pointed to the military academy league that was playing on the big screen, and sweared: "I want to go there."

"I'm going to stand on it."

"I want to win the championship."

"I want to be the most dazzling and powerful person!"

The surroundings were silent for a moment, and then everyone laughed together.

"You can leave the garbage dump first! You can't even afford a ticket to Capital Star!"

"Stop talking about air tickets, Tang Dian, have you figured out what to eat tonight? I heard that the most important thing for those who learn martial arts is to have a healthy body. People who eat expired food and garbage all day can't be warriors!"

"He will pay back the money he owes first, otherwise he will be on the credit blacklist all his life and will not even find a serious job."

"I think he should try hard to wake up from his dream first!"

The young man's ridicule was so direct and hurtful that even the friends around Tang Hua could not listen to it, but Tang Hua did not seem to be sad about it. His face was always full of energy and smile that others did not have.

"Okay, keep it quiet." Finally, the coach in front spoke and stopped everyone.

He said in a cold tone: "Next week, No. 1 Middle School in the main urban area will begin to recruit students in advance. At that time, the famous knight Dong Wu will go to serve as a judge. This admission will be made public and the media will take pictures next to us. In order to promote it, they have given us special cases for District 12. If you want to try it, you can register."

Everyone was excited and forgot about the previous incident and shouted: "Wow! Is it the famous swordsman Dong Wu? Our Garbage Star hero?"

Dong Wu was not originally named Dong Wu. His former name was Dong Xiaodou. Later, he became famous and felt that the name was not grand enough, so he changed it to a name that matched his "identity".

In fact, if you want to be famous, he is just famous in the garbage star. If you leave this place, you probably have no one to find out. But it is really not easy for the garbage star to produce a serious knight. Even if everyone envies, they also want to show their support for him.

As a child who grew up in a poor area and has been influenced by many people about Dong Wu's miracles, he will inevitably admire him and treat him as a boss-level master.

The same is true in Tang Dynasty.

Under the brainwashing of many sources, he admired this person a little bit in his heart.

The coach continued: "Of course, I still hope you can do what you can, because you have to compete in the open enrollment. If you are too weak, you may be injured by the other party."

When the students were told, they immediately retreated a little.

Tang Hua went over to sign up in a calm manner. Everyone saw that he laughed again and mocked him for dreaming during the day. It seemed that he could use this to relieve the anxiety in his heart.

The coach didn't want to care about them. After saying that, he registered his name and let everyone disperse.

Tang Hua passed through the young man who was still sneering. His friend caught up with him and said angrily: "If you hadn't borrowed so much money to treat your grandfather, they wouldn't be as good as you!"

Tang Shixiao said, "They are not as good as me now!"

My friend opened his lips and still didn't say the original words, just asked: "Are you really going to recruit students?"

"Of course I have to go!" Tang Hua said with his fist, "Dong Wu should be the strongest person on the garbage star. I want him to give me some advice on my movements. I also want to get into No. 1 Middle School. There should be professional coaches in that school that can make me stronger!"

The friend hesitated and said, "I don't think it's possible. So many people are taking the exam, you haven't learned anything at all. What if you are really injured?"

"Don't be afraid of being injured. If I get hurt, I will know more clearly what happened to me. And fighting with others is also a good experience." Tang Hua patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm mentally prepared to go. No matter what the result is, I want to give it a try."

Looking at him far away, the young man standing there said very melancholy: "Why can't you learn to give up? We are garbage stars here... it's not possible at all."

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Tang Hua returned to his simple home and thought of the public enrollment in a week, a heat surged in his heart.

Maybe this is the opportunity he is waiting for.

He stood up, his eyes swept across the wall, and finally caught a deformed wooden knife.

His walls were hung with all kinds of seemingly garbage, all of which were his weapons. But whether it was a long whip, a wooden sword, or other weapons, they were all seriously worn out.

He has used all the methods he can think of, but he can only get to know the most basic martial arts moves. Those movements rely on training and experience. He repeated them day after day, without obvious progress, and learned all the professions he could get in touch. As long as he learns more and learns steadily, he can always find a way to integrate them.

Tang Shi laughed at him.

Even the first person in the world to invent a sword, he didn't know what sword technique was at the beginning. He could rub it himself.

Didn’t he say that the great way is simple? Maybe he can find out his own martial arts.

Tang Shu believes so much that nothing is difficult in the world, but only those who are interested are afraid of being interested. What he lacks the most is that kind of intention.

Tang Hua grabbed the wooden knife and whispered: "It seems that I have to make another new wooden knife."

He took off his shirt and walked to the door, and started today's training just like every day in the past.

The rustling sword wind surrounds him.

The night slowly descended, while Tang Hua was still standing on the street, sweating profusely.

The muscles on his arms were tight and solid. Although he was a twelve-year-old boy, he showed a very powerful feeling.

Not long after, a familiar figure appeared on the street and stopped in the darkness three meters away from Tang Shi.

It was the fat man who mocked Tang Dynasty during the day and said that he was the most serious of the time.

He squatted on the ground, looked at it for a long time, and finally said, "Tanghua, you can't leave this place. Learning martial arts is not something that we can do."

Tang Hu maintained a chopping posture and was unmoved.

The fat man said again: "I won't bully you anymore, so don't stick to it, okay? I will take you to make money in the future, and I will accept you as my younger brother."

Tang Shi clearly refused: "Not good."

Little fat man: "Why!"

"You can't bully me anymore," Tang said, "and I don't need you to promise whether I will bully me in the future. I believe in myself more."

The little fat man used a new idiom he learned: "You are a fool!"

Tang Shi said: "It's enough to have someone to support me!" Even if he has left now.

"I will do it myself, and then tell you whether it's a fool." Tang Hua pointed the tip of the knife and said, "Why do you care so much about what others say? No one can decide whether I can do it except myself. If you feel that you are a little unwilling to give up, you might as well struggle hard, it's better than just hitting others here."

The little fat man stood up suddenly and said angrily: "Okay! If you don't listen to my advice, just wait and cry!"
Chapter completed!