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At eight o'clock the next morning, the Qingyun Martial Arts Arena was already crowded with people, and all the auditoriums were full of people.

These people are not only students of Qingyun College, but many of them came to watch the class qualifying match spontaneously. After all, Qingyun College is the number one key college in Jiangshui City, and every large-scale competition will attract some outstanding elites from the society to watch.

Qingyun martial arts arena is a large circular martial arts arena, covering an area of ​​about half the size of a football field, which is nearly 4,000 square meters.

The materials used are stronger than those in the Qingyun training hall. In addition, in order to prevent accidental injuries to the spectators during the game on the court, there will be a hemispherical energy shield when the game officially starts. The hood surrounded the entire martial arts arena.

At this moment, all the participating students from both sides of the martial arts arena have already taken their positions, and they are discussing tactics in the rest area of ​​both sides.

However, Feng Yixiu only saw five students discussing there, and did not see Teacher Jialan.

On the other side, in Class C, their teacher held a tablet computer in his hand, patiently arranging and explaining tactics to his students.

"Teacher Fang, they are just Class D. Do we need to send out the strongest lineup of our class?" When Ding Hu heard his own tactics, he became more and more puzzled.

No matter what they say, they are all Class C, and this class D has sent the strongest lineup. Doesn't that mean that all the cards are exposed, and what is there to use against Class B?

Fang Bing frowned when he heard the words, gave Ding Hu a cold look, and said coldly, "The loser of this game will directly target Ding Ban, and there will be no chance of turning around. I don't think I need to say more about the importance of this game."

"But the Ding class is all low-level." Ding Hu still wanted to argue.

"Don't say any more, let's make it so," Teacher Fang Bing made a final decision, without giving Ding Hu a chance to speak.

The reason why he attaches so much importance to Class D is naturally not because of the face of the students in Class D, but because the teacher of Class D is Jialan Ziyu, which makes him have to pay attention.

But since he sent the strongest lineup, then this qualifying match must be foolproof.

After Fang Bing arranged all the tactics, he walked directly to the rostrum, where the teachers and leaders of Qingyun College watched the game.

At the moment, all the seats on the rostrum are full, and the one in the middle is the vice principal Zhou Yan, the one on the left of him is Li Changan, the grade director, and the one on the right is not the teacher of Class A, Zuo Xiu , but Teacher Jialan Ziyu from Class D.

It stands to reason that the seat ranking is determined according to the status of each teacher and leader. Teacher Zuo Xiu of Class A should be sitting next to the vice principal, but Jialan Ziyu took the seat. But all of this was arranged by Principal Zhou. Although Teacher Zuo had resentment, he didn't dare to say it outright, but his face was very gloomy.

Sitting beside Principal Zhou, Director Li Changan also looked ugly, with a very mechanical smile on his face.

As the teacher of Class C, Fang Bing could only sit on the outermost seat, naturally feeling a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he sat down, he said, "Teacher Jialan, how much do you look down on our Class C? Don't you need to teach the tactics and participating students?"

Teacher Jialan was chatting with Principal Zhou when she was suddenly called on and said very casually, "My students are fairly independent, so they probably don't need my guidance."

At eight o'clock the next morning, the Qingyun Martial Arts Arena was already crowded with people, and all the auditoriums were full of people.

These people are not only students of Qingyun College, but many of them came to watch the class qualifying match spontaneously. After all, Qingyun College is the number one key college in Jiangshui City, and every large-scale competition will attract some outstanding elites from the society to watch.

Qingyun martial arts arena is a large circular martial arts arena, covering an area of ​​about half the size of a football field, which is nearly 4,000 square meters.

The materials used are stronger than those in the Qingyun training hall. In addition, in order to prevent accidental injuries to the spectators during the game on the court, there will be a hemispherical energy shield when the game officially starts. The hood surrounded the entire martial arts arena.

At this moment, all the participating students from both sides of the martial arts arena have already taken their positions, and they are discussing tactics in the rest area of ​​both sides.

However, Feng Yixiu only saw five students discussing there, and did not see Teacher Jialan.

On the other side, in Class C, their teacher held a tablet computer in his hand, patiently arranging and explaining tactics to his students.

"Teacher Fang, they are just Class D. Do we need to send out the strongest lineup of our class?" When Ding Hu heard his own tactics, he became more and more puzzled.

No matter what they say, they are all Class C, and this class D has sent the strongest lineup. Doesn't that mean that all the cards are exposed, and what is there to use against Class B?

Fang Bing frowned when he heard the words, gave Ding Hu a cold look, and said coldly, "The loser of this game will directly target Ding Ban, and there will be no chance of turning around. I don't think I need to say more about the importance of this game."

"But the Ding class is all low-level." Ding Hu still wanted to argue.

"Don't say any more, let's make it so," Teacher Fang Bing made a final decision, without giving Ding Hu a chance to speak.

The reason why he attaches so much importance to Class D is naturally not because of the face of the students in Class D, but because the teacher of Class D is Jialan Ziyu, which makes him have to pay attention.

But since he sent the strongest lineup, then this qualifying match must be foolproof.

Fang Bing finished

After all the tactics, he went directly to the rostrum, where the teachers and leaders of Qingyun College watched the game.

At the moment, all the seats on the rostrum are full, and the one in the middle is the vice principal Zhou Yan, the one on the left of him is Li Changan, the grade director, and the one on the right is not the teacher of Class A, Zuo Xiu , but Teacher Jialan Ziyu from Class D.

It stands to reason that the seat ranking is determined according to the status of each teacher and leader. Teacher Zuo Xiu of Class A should be sitting next to the vice principal, but Jialan Ziyu took the seat. But all of this was arranged by Principal Zhou. Although Teacher Zuo had resentment, he didn't dare to say it outright, but his face was very gloomy.

Sitting beside Principal Zhou, Director Li Changan also looked ugly, with a very mechanical smile on his face.

As the teacher of Class C, Fang Bing could only sit on the outermost seat, naturally feeling a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he sat down, he said, "Teacher Jialan, how much do you look down on our Class C? Don't you need to teach the tactics and participating students?"

Teacher Jialan was chatting with Principal Zhou when she was suddenly called on and said very casually, "My students are fairly independent, so they probably don't need my guidance."

At eight o'clock the next morning, the Qingyun Martial Arts Arena was already crowded with people, and all the auditoriums were full of people.

These people are not only students of Qingyun College, but many of them came to watch the class qualifying match spontaneously. After all, Qingyun College is the number one key college in Jiangshui City, and every large-scale competition will attract some outstanding elites from the society to watch.

Qingyun martial arts arena is a large circular martial arts arena, covering an area of ​​about half the size of a football field, which is nearly 4,000 square meters.

The materials used are stronger than those in the Qingyun training hall. In addition, in order to prevent accidental injuries to the spectators during the game on the court, there will be a hemispherical energy shield when the game officially starts. The hood surrounded the entire martial arts arena.

At this moment, all the participating students from both sides of the martial arts arena have already taken their positions, and they are discussing tactics in the rest area of ​​both sides.

However, Feng Yixiu only saw five students discussing there, and did not see Teacher Jialan.

On the other side, in Class C, their teacher held a tablet computer in his hand, patiently arranging and explaining tactics to his students.

"Teacher Fang, they are just Class D. Do we need to send out the strongest lineup of our class?" When Ding Hu heard his own tactics, he became more and more puzzled.

No matter what they say, they are all Class C, and this class D has sent the strongest lineup. Doesn't that mean that all the cards are exposed, and what is there to use against Class B?

Fang Bing frowned when he heard the words, gave Ding Hu a cold look, and said coldly, "The loser of this game will directly target Ding Ban, and there will be no chance of turning around. I don't think I need to say more about the importance of this game."

"But the Ding class is all low-level." Ding Hu still wanted to argue.

"Don't say any more, let's make it so," Teacher Fang Bing made a final decision, without giving Ding Hu a chance to speak.

The reason why he attaches so much importance to Class D is naturally not because of the face of the students in Class D, but because the teacher of Class D is Jialan Ziyu, which makes him have to pay attention.

But since he sent the strongest lineup, then this qualifying match must be foolproof.

After Fang Bing arranged all the tactics, he walked directly to the rostrum, where the teachers and leaders of Qingyun College watched the game.

At the moment, all the seats on the rostrum are full, and the one in the middle is the vice principal Zhou Yan, the one on the left of him is Li Changan, the grade director, and the one on the right is not the teacher of Class A, Zuo Xiu , but Teacher Jialan Ziyu from Class D.

It stands to reason that the seat ranking is determined according to the status of each teacher and leader. Teacher Zuo Xiu of Class A should be sitting next to the vice principal, but Jialan Ziyu took the seat. But all of this was arranged by Principal Zhou. Although Teacher Zuo had resentment, he didn't dare to say it outright, but his face was very gloomy.

Sitting beside Principal Zhou, Director Li Changan also looked ugly, with a very mechanical smile on his face.

As the teacher of Class C, Fang Bing could only sit on the outermost seat, naturally feeling a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he sat down, he said, "Teacher Jialan, how much do you look down on our Class C? Don't you need to teach the tactics and participating students?"

Teacher Jialan was chatting with Principal Zhou when she was suddenly called on and said very casually, "My students are fairly independent, so they probably don't need my guidance."

At eight o'clock the next morning, the Qingyun Martial Arts Arena was already crowded with people, and all the auditoriums were full of people.

These people are not only students of Qingyun College, but many of them came to watch the class qualifying match spontaneously. After all, Qingyun College is the number one key college in Jiangshui City, and every large-scale competition will attract some outstanding elites from the society to watch.

Qingyun martial arts arena is a large circular martial arts arena, covering an area of ​​about half the size of a football field, which is nearly 4,000 square meters.

The materials used are stronger than those in the Qingyun training hall. In addition, in order to prevent accidental injuries to the spectators during the game on the court, there will be a hemispherical energy shield when the game officially starts. The hood surrounded the entire martial arts arena.

At this moment, all the participating students from both sides of the martial arts arena have already taken their positions, and they are discussing tactics in the rest area of ​​both sides.

However, Feng Yixiu only saw five students discussing there, and did not see Teacher Jialan.

And Class C on the other side, they

With a tablet in his hand, the teacher is patiently arranging and explaining tactics to his students.

"Teacher Fang, they are just Class D. Do we need to send out the strongest lineup of our class?" When Ding Hu heard his own tactics, he became more and more puzzled.

No matter what they say, they are all Class C, and this class D has sent the strongest lineup. Doesn't that mean that all the cards are exposed, and what is there to use against Class B?

Fang Bing frowned when he heard the words, gave Ding Hu a cold look, and said coldly, "The loser of this game will directly target Ding Ban, and there will be no chance of turning around. I don't think I need to say more about the importance of this game."

"But the Ding class is all low-level." Ding Hu still wanted to argue.

"Don't say any more, let's make it so," Teacher Fang Bing made a final decision, without giving Ding Hu a chance to speak.

The reason why he attaches so much importance to Class D is naturally not because of the face of the students in Class D, but because the teacher of Class D is Jialan Ziyu, which makes him have to pay attention.

But since he sent the strongest lineup, then this qualifying match must be foolproof.

After Fang Bing arranged all the tactics, he walked directly to the rostrum, where the teachers and leaders of Qingyun College watched the game.

At the moment, all the seats on the rostrum are full, and the one in the middle is the vice principal Zhou Yan, the one on the left of him is Li Changan, the grade director, and the one on the right is not the teacher of Class A, Zuo Xiu , but Teacher Jialan Ziyu from Class D.

It stands to reason that the seat ranking is determined according to the status of each teacher and leader. Teacher Zuo Xiu of Class A should be sitting next to the vice principal, but Jialan Ziyu took the seat. But all of this was arranged by Principal Zhou. Although Teacher Zuo had resentment, he didn't dare to say it outright, but his face was very gloomy.

Sitting beside Principal Zhou, Director Li Changan also looked ugly, with a very mechanical smile on his face.

As the teacher of Class C, Fang Bing could only sit on the outermost seat, naturally feeling a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he sat down, he said, "Teacher Jialan, how much do you look down on our Class C? Don't you need to teach the tactics and participating students?"

Teacher Jialan was chatting with Principal Zhou when she was suddenly called on and said very casually, "My students are fairly independent, so they probably don't need my guidance."

At eight o'clock the next morning, the Qingyun Martial Arts Arena was already crowded with people, and all the auditoriums were full of people.

These people are not only students of Qingyun College, but many of them came to watch the class qualifying match spontaneously. After all, Qingyun College is the number one key college in Jiangshui City, and every large-scale competition will attract some outstanding elites from the society to watch.

Qingyun martial arts arena is a large circular martial arts arena, covering an area of ​​about half the size of a football field, which is nearly 4,000 square meters.

The materials used are stronger than those in the Qingyun training hall. In addition, in order to prevent accidental injuries to the spectators during the game on the court, there will be a hemispherical energy shield when the game officially starts. The hood surrounded the entire martial arts arena.

At this moment, all the participating students from both sides of the martial arts arena have already taken their positions, and they are discussing tactics in the rest area of ​​both sides.

However, Feng Yixiu only saw five students discussing there, and did not see Teacher Jialan.

On the other side, in Class C, their teacher held a tablet computer in his hand, patiently arranging and explaining tactics to his students.

"Teacher Fang, they are just Class D. Do we need to send out the strongest lineup of our class?" When Ding Hu heard his own tactics, he became more and more puzzled.

No matter what they say, they are all Class C, and this class D has sent the strongest lineup. Doesn't that mean that all the cards are exposed, and what is there to use against Class B?

Fang Bing frowned when he heard the words, gave Ding Hu a cold look, and said coldly, "The loser of this game will directly target Ding Ban, and there will be no chance of turning around. I don't think I need to say more about the importance of this game."

"But the Ding class is all low-level." Ding Hu still wanted to argue.

"Don't say any more, let's make it so," Teacher Fang Bing made a final decision, without giving Ding Hu a chance to speak.

The reason why he attaches so much importance to Class D is naturally not because of the face of the students in Class D, but because the teacher of Class D is Jialan Ziyu, which makes him have to pay attention.

But since he sent the strongest lineup, then this qualifying match must be foolproof.

After Fang Bing arranged all the tactics, he walked directly to the rostrum, where the teachers and leaders of Qingyun College watched the game.

At the moment, all the seats on the rostrum are full, and the one in the middle is the vice principal Zhou Yan, the one on the left of him is Li Changan, the grade director, and the one on the right is not the teacher of Class A, Zuo Xiu , but Teacher Jialan Ziyu from Class D.

It stands to reason that the seat ranking is determined according to the status of each teacher and leader. Teacher Zuo Xiu of Class A should be sitting next to the vice principal, but Jialan Ziyu took the seat. But all of this was arranged by Principal Zhou. Although Teacher Zuo had resentment, he didn't dare to say it outright, but his face was very gloomy.

Sitting beside Principal Zhou, Director Li Changan also looked ugly, with a very mechanical smile on his face.

As the teacher of Class C, Fang Bing could only sit on the outermost seat, naturally feeling a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he sat down, he said, "Teacher Jialan, how much do you look down on our Class C? Don't you need to teach the tactics and participating students?"

Teacher Jialan was chatting with Principal Zhou when she was suddenly caught

Rolling the roll, he said very casually, "My students are quite independent, so they probably don't need my guidance."

At eight o'clock the next morning, the Qingyun Martial Arts Arena was already crowded with people, and all the auditoriums were full of people.

These people are not only students of Qingyun College, but many of them came to watch the class qualifying match spontaneously. After all, Qingyun College is the number one key college in Jiangshui City, and every large-scale competition will attract some outstanding elites from the society to watch.

Qingyun martial arts arena is a large circular martial arts arena, covering an area of ​​about half the size of a football field, which is nearly 4,000 square meters.

The materials used are stronger than those in the Qingyun training hall. In addition, in order to prevent accidental injuries to the spectators during the game on the court, there will be a hemispherical energy shield when the game officially starts. The hood surrounded the entire martial arts arena.

At this moment, all the participating students from both sides of the martial arts arena have already taken their positions, and they are discussing tactics in the rest area of ​​both sides.

However, Feng Yixiu only saw five students discussing there, and did not see Teacher Jialan.

On the other side, in Class C, their teacher held a tablet computer in his hand, patiently arranging and explaining tactics to his students.

"Teacher Fang, they are just Class D. Do we need to send out the strongest lineup of our class?" When Ding Hu heard his own tactics, he became more and more puzzled.

No matter what they say, they are all Class C, and this class D has sent the strongest lineup. Doesn't that mean that all the cards are exposed, and what is there to use against Class B?

Fang Bing frowned when he heard the words, gave Ding Hu a cold look, and said coldly, "The loser of this game will directly target Ding Ban, and there will be no chance of turning around. I don't think I need to say more about the importance of this game."

"But the Ding class is all low-level." Ding Hu still wanted to argue.

"Don't say any more, let's make it so," Teacher Fang Bing made a final decision, without giving Ding Hu a chance to speak.

The reason why he attaches so much importance to Class D is naturally not because of the face of the students in Class D, but because the teacher of Class D is Jialan Ziyu, which makes him have to pay attention.

But since he sent the strongest lineup, then this qualifying match must be foolproof.

After Fang Bing arranged all the tactics, he walked directly to the rostrum, where the teachers and leaders of Qingyun College watched the game.

At the moment, all the seats on the rostrum are full, and the one in the middle is the vice principal Zhou Yan, the one on the left of him is Li Changan, the grade director, and the one on the right is not the teacher of Class A, Zuo Xiu , but Teacher Jialan Ziyu from Class D.

It stands to reason that the seat ranking is determined according to the status of each teacher and leader. Teacher Zuo Xiu of Class A should be sitting next to the vice principal, but Jialan Ziyu took the seat. But all of this was arranged by Principal Zhou. Although Teacher Zuo had resentment, he didn't dare to say it outright, but his face was very gloomy.

Sitting beside Principal Zhou, Director Li Changan also looked ugly, with a very mechanical smile on his face.

As the teacher of Class C, Fang Bing could only sit on the outermost seat, naturally feeling a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he sat down, he said, "Teacher Jialan, how much do you look down on our Class C? Don't you need to teach the tactics and participating students?"

Teacher Jialan was chatting with Principal Zhou when she was suddenly called on and said very casually, "My students are fairly independent, so they probably don't need my guidance."

At eight o'clock the next morning, the Qingyun Martial Arts Arena was already crowded with people, and all the auditoriums were full of people.

These people are not only students of Qingyun College, but many of them came to watch the class qualifying match spontaneously. After all, Qingyun College is the number one key college in Jiangshui City, and every large-scale competition will attract some outstanding elites from the society to watch.

Qingyun martial arts arena is a large circular martial arts arena, covering an area of ​​about half the size of a football field, which is nearly 4,000 square meters.

The materials used are stronger than those in the Qingyun training hall. In addition, in order to prevent accidental injuries to the spectators during the game on the court, there will be a hemispherical energy shield when the game officially starts. The hood surrounded the entire martial arts arena.

At this moment, all the participating students from both sides of the martial arts arena have already taken their positions, and they are discussing tactics in the rest area of ​​both sides.

However, Feng Yixiu only saw five students discussing there, and did not see Teacher Jialan.

On the other side, in Class C, their teacher held a tablet computer in his hand, patiently arranging and explaining tactics to his students.

"Teacher Fang, they are just Class D. Do we need to send out the strongest lineup of our class?" When Ding Hu heard his own tactics, he became more and more puzzled.

No matter what they say, they are all Class C, and this class D has sent the strongest lineup. Doesn't that mean that all the cards are exposed, and what is there to use against Class B?

Fang Bing frowned when he heard the words, gave Ding Hu a cold look, and said coldly, "The loser of this game will directly target Ding Ban, and there will be no chance of turning around. I don't think I need to say more about the importance of this game."

"But the Ding class is all low-level." Ding Hu still wanted to argue.

"Don't say any more, let's make it so," Teacher Fang Bing made a final decision, without giving Ding Hu a chance to speak.

The reason why he attaches so much importance to Class D is naturally not because of the face of the students in Class D, but because the teacher of Class D is Jialan Ziyu, which makes him have to pay attention.

But since he sent the strongest lineup, then this qualifying match must be foolproof.

After Fang Bing arranged all the tactics, he walked directly to the rostrum, where the teachers and leaders of Qingyun College watched the game.

At the moment, all the seats on the rostrum are full, and the one in the middle is the vice principal Zhou Yan, the one on the left of him is Li Changan, the grade director, and the one on the right is not the teacher of Class A, Zuo Xiu , but Teacher Jialan Ziyu from Class D.

It stands to reason that the seat ranking is determined according to the status of each teacher and leader. Teacher Zuo Xiu of Class A should be sitting next to the vice principal, but Jialan Ziyu took the seat. But all of this was arranged by Principal Zhou. Although Teacher Zuo had resentment, he didn't dare to say it outright, but his face was very gloomy.

Sitting beside Principal Zhou, Director Li Changan also looked ugly, with a very mechanical smile on his face.

As the teacher of Class C, Fang Bing could only sit on the outermost seat, naturally feeling a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he sat down, he said, "Teacher Jialan, how much do you look down on our Class C? Don't you need to teach the tactics and participating students?"

Teacher Jialan was chatting with Principal Zhou when she was suddenly called on and said very casually, "My students are fairly independent, so they probably don't need my guidance."

At eight o'clock the next morning, the Qingyun Martial Arts Arena was already crowded with people, and all the auditoriums were full of people.

These people are not only students of Qingyun College, but many of them came to watch the class qualifying match spontaneously. After all, Qingyun College is the number one key college in Jiangshui City, and every large-scale competition will attract some outstanding elites from the society to watch.

Qingyun martial arts arena is a large circular martial arts arena, covering an area of ​​about half the size of a football field, which is nearly 4,000 square meters.

The materials used are stronger than those in the Qingyun training hall. In addition, in order to prevent accidental injuries to the spectators during the game on the court, there will be a hemispherical energy shield when the game officially starts. The hood surrounded the entire martial arts arena.

At this moment, all the participating students from both sides of the martial arts arena have already taken their positions, and they are discussing tactics in the rest area of ​​both sides.

However, Feng Yixiu only saw five students discussing there, and did not see Teacher Jialan.

On the other side, in Class C, their teacher held a tablet computer in his hand, patiently arranging and explaining tactics to his students.

"Teacher Fang, they are just Class D. Do we need to send out the strongest lineup of our class?" When Ding Hu heard his own tactics, he became more and more puzzled.

No matter what they say, they are all Class C, and this class D has sent the strongest lineup. Doesn't that mean that all the cards are exposed, and what is there to use against Class B?

Fang Bing frowned when he heard the words, gave Ding Hu a cold look, and said coldly, "The loser of this game will directly target Ding Ban, and there will be no chance of turning around. I don't think I need to say more about the importance of this game."

"But the Ding class is all low-level." Ding Hu still wanted to argue.

"Don't say any more, let's make it so," Teacher Fang Bing made a final decision, without giving Ding Hu a chance to speak.

The reason why he attaches so much importance to Class D is naturally not because of the face of the students in Class D, but because the teacher of Class D is Jialan Ziyu, which makes him have to pay attention.

But since he sent the strongest lineup, then this qualifying match must be foolproof.

After Fang Bing arranged all the tactics, he walked directly to the rostrum, where the teachers and leaders of Qingyun College watched the game.

At the moment, all the seats on the rostrum are full, and the one in the middle is the vice principal Zhou Yan, the one on the left of him is Li Changan, the grade director, and the one on the right is not the teacher of Class A, Zuo Xiu , but Teacher Jialan Ziyu from Class D.

It stands to reason that the seat ranking is determined according to the status of each teacher and leader. Teacher Zuo Xiu of Class A should be sitting next to the vice principal, but Jialan Ziyu took the seat. But all of this was arranged by Principal Zhou. Although Teacher Zuo had resentment, he didn't dare to say it outright, but his face was very gloomy.

Sitting beside Principal Zhou, Director Li Changan also looked ugly, with a very mechanical smile on his face.

As the teacher of Class C, Fang Bing could only sit on the outermost seat, naturally feeling a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he sat down, he said, "Teacher Jialan, how much do you look down on our Class C? Don't you need to teach the tactics and participating students?"

Teacher Jialan was chatting with Principal Zhou when she was suddenly called on and said very casually, "My students are fairly independent, so they probably don't need my guidance."

At eight o'clock the next morning, the Qingyun Martial Arts Arena was already crowded with people, and all the auditoriums were full of people.

These people are not only students of Qingyun College, but many of them came to watch the class qualifying match spontaneously. After all, Qingyun College is the number one key college in Jiangshui City, and every large-scale competition will attract some outstanding elites from the society to watch.

Qingyun martial arts arena is a large circular martial arts arena, covering an area of ​​about half the size of a football field, which is nearly 4,000 square meters.

The materials used are stronger than those in the Qingyun training hall. In addition, in order to prevent accidental injuries to the spectators during the game on the court, there will be a hemispherical energy shield when the game officially starts. The hood surrounded the entire martial arts arena.

At this moment, all the participating students from both sides of the martial arts arena have already taken their positions, and they are discussing tactics in the rest area of ​​both sides.

However, Feng Yixiu only saw five students discussing there, and did not see Teacher Jialan.

on the other side

In Class C, their teacher held a tablet computer in his hand, patiently arranging and explaining tactics to his students.

"Teacher Fang, they are just Class D. Do we need to send out the strongest lineup of our class?" When Ding Hu heard his own tactics, he became more and more puzzled.

No matter what they say, they are all Class C, and this class D has sent the strongest lineup. Doesn't that mean that all the cards are exposed, and what is there to use against Class B?

Fang Bing frowned when he heard the words, gave Ding Hu a cold look, and said coldly, "The loser of this game will directly target Ding Ban, and there will be no chance of turning around. I don't think I need to say more about the importance of this game."

"But the Ding class is all low-level." Ding Hu still wanted to argue.

"Don't say any more, let's make it so," Teacher Fang Bing made a final decision, without giving Ding Hu a chance to speak.

The reason why he attaches so much importance to Class D is naturally not because of the face of the students in Class D, but because the teacher of Class D is Jialan Ziyu, which makes him have to pay attention.

But since he sent the strongest lineup, then this qualifying match must be foolproof.

After Fang Bing arranged all the tactics, he walked directly to the rostrum, where the teachers and leaders of Qingyun College watched the game.

At the moment, all the seats on the rostrum are full, and the one in the middle is the vice principal Zhou Yan, the one on the left of him is Li Changan, the grade director, and the one on the right is not the teacher of Class A, Zuo Xiu , but Teacher Jialan Ziyu from Class D.

It stands to reason that the seat ranking is determined according to the status of each teacher and leader. Teacher Zuo Xiu of Class A should be sitting next to the vice principal, but Jialan Ziyu took the seat. But all of this was arranged by Principal Zhou. Although Teacher Zuo had resentment, he didn't dare to say it outright, but his face was very gloomy.

Sitting beside Principal Zhou, Director Li Changan also looked ugly, with a very mechanical smile on his face.

As the teacher of Class C, Fang Bing could only sit on the outermost seat, naturally feeling a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he sat down, he said, "Teacher Jialan, how much do you look down on our Class C? Don't you need to teach the tactics and participating students?"

Teacher Jialan was chatting with Principal Zhou when she was suddenly called on and said very casually, "My students are fairly independent, so they probably don't need my guidance."