Chapter 115

After listening to the teacher Qiuxue's words, Xiong Batian and others were all silent. It is indeed as the teacher said, even if they are all eliminated, none of them can enter the top sixteen, it is not a strange thing.

In fact, Tianshui City No. 95 Middle School has been able to enter the top 16 in the past few years. They basically go to that place as a foil, and come back after going through the motions.

As for the school, they didn't expect too much from them.

Ten minutes later, the bus arrived at a huge open space in front of the Tianshui City Stadium. At this time, many buses had already parked in the open space.

All the top students from various middle schools got out of the bus and gathered on the square. Two or three thousand people came at once, which was very spectacular.

Under the leadership of Teacher Qiu Xue, Xia Ping and others also quickly got off the bus and came to the area belonging to their own school. They lined up temporarily and waited for the game to start.

"Look, people from Zhengde Middle School and Xinbo Middle School are here." A student shouted.

Everyone looked over, and immediately two magnificent buses drove up from the entrance. They were two floors high, and they were recognizable at first glance as local tyrant buses.

"Tsk tsk, it is indeed a well-known aristocratic school in Tianshui City, and everyone is really rich." A student tsk tsk praised, looking at such a bus with envy.

These two schools are well-known aristocratic schools, which belong to sister schools, but Xinbo School is more famous, and the children of all the rich and powerful in Tianshui City and businessmen will go to this school to study.

Although Zhengde Middle School is also a bit famous, it is not much worse than Xinbo School. If I have to make a comparison, one is a local tyrant, and the other is an aristocrat.

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

The students got off the golden bus one by one, like a rooster that had been injected with chicken blood, with their heads raised and their eyes higher than the top, as if they didn't pay attention to the students at the scene.

Every piece of clothing they wear is carefully handmade, custom-made, using expensive monster skins, polymer materials, etc., warm in winter and cool in summer, and has a certain degree of protection.

Needless to say, everyone understands that every piece of clothing above is worth a lot, at least thousands of federal coins, and some are even worth tens of thousands. Ordinary people can only look up and sigh.

"Comparing people to people is really annoying. We can't compare with those rich schools."

"Seeing that they are very powerful, each of them has at least a cultivation level above the seventh level of martial arts, and the eighth level also has."

"It can't be compared. Everyone is full of monster meat, and they are all served by pills for cultivation. They also use various advanced instruments, various famous teachers to guide them, and even open small stoves. Over time, the gap will become large."

"It seems that we came here as a foil this time, and we were eliminated before we came in."

Many students were talking about it. Seeing the people from these two aristocratic schools appear, everyone was hit hard. They are all ordinary schools, and they are also ordinary people. A family with a monthly income of more than 10,000 is considered to be in a good family.

But what about the people in the noble schools, the food alone costs tens of thousands a month, how can it compare? !

However, Xiong Batian and others discovered that the students from these two schools did not seem to be walking towards their area, but instead brought a large number of people to them.

The leader was a 1.95 meter tall, extremely fat man in a black suit from Xinbo Middle School. Han Shan and other Zhengde Middle School students nodded and bowed like dogs, following these people from Xinbo Middle School behind.

A group of people came in a mighty manner.

"Xia Ping, have you provoked people from Xinbo Middle School again?" Seeing these people coming with malicious intentions, it didn't seem like they were here to make friends, they were simply intimidating, Jiang Yaru couldn't help but glared at Xia Ping .

Xia Ping also touched his chin: "No, you also know that I am very low-key."

Keep a low profile!

Xiong Batian and others looked at Xia Ping with contempt. If you are a bastard who is still called low-key, there will be no high-profile people in the world. Who doesn't know that you often cause trouble, small things make big things, and big things make big troubles. Out of control, the God of Plague in the legend spoke of this kind of person.

They have all experienced how powerful this bastard is.

"Your kid is Xia Ping?!"

At this time, the fat man in a suit brought a group of people to Xia Ping and the others. Relying on his height of 1.95 meters, he lowered his head and looked down at Xia Ping with a very haughty expression on his face.

Han Shan and the others stood behind these people from Xinbo Middle School, gloating over their misfortune.

"I heard that you are very arrogant in Minmin Middle School, causing trouble everywhere, even the people of Zhengde Middle School, is there such a thing?" The fat man in the suit stared at Xia Ping, his tone was extremely arrogant, as if the leader was questioning his subordinates of.

"Fatty, I know you very well?" Xia Ping squinted.

What? !

Hearing this, people from Xinbo Middle School and Zhengde Middle School were dumbfounded, and everyone was stunned. No one knew that this fat man in a suit was the most taboo to be called a fat man, and no one had ever dared to call him that in person.

Anyone who called him that, without exception, died a miserable death.

Apparently, half of the face of the fat man in the suit was darkened, with anger brewing in his heart, he stared at Xia Ping.

"Boy, do you know what politeness is? Who are you calling fat? How dare you speak to Feng Hetang like this, believe it or not, I will beat you!" A student from Xinbo Middle School immediately jumped out and yelled at Xia Ping.

Han Shan also jumped out and yelled: "Xia Ping, you are too much, you dare to talk to Brother Feng Hetang like this, why don't you kowtow to him and apologize, begging him for forgiveness."

"Otherwise Brother Feng will be furious, and you won't be able to eat it!"

He is like a dog's leg, loyal to protect the Lord.

"No way, this fat man is the well-known Feng Hetang from Xinbo Middle School?! It is said that he is already a master of the Wushu Nine Heavens. He is extremely powerful and talented. I didn't expect to be so fat?!"

A student said in shock, as if he had heard of the other party's reputation.

"Shut up!"

A companion next to him tightly covered the student's mouth, his face flustered: "You know he is Feng Hetang from Xinbo Middle School, but you dare to call him fat in person, are you looking for death?"

"Someone called him fat man without hesitation before. As a result, more than a dozen ribs in his body were broken. He wailed in the hospital for a month, and no doctor dared to save him."

The student was scared to death: "Is this Feng Hetang so powerful?"

"Of course it's powerful." The companion whispered, "His father is a member of Tianshui City Councilor, and his power is overwhelming, who dares to provoke him."

MP? !

Everyone was shocked and looked at this fat man Feng Hetang in horror. This is an official position with real power, a government official with great power, equivalent to the standing committee member of the municipal party committee of a prefecture-level city in China in his previous life, with real power.

If this is still incomprehensible, then there are only nine such councilors in the entire Tianshui City, and Feng Hetang's father is one of them, one can imagine the horror of the other party.