fantasy novels Chapter 20 Two Cracks in the Bones, the Martial Arts University Seed
Chapter 20 Two Cracks in the Bones, the Martial Arts University Seed
Fang Shuwen's fingers had just gripped the handle of the 150-pound stone lock.
They haven't even had a chance to exert their full strength yet.
At this moment,
Suddenly, a deafening scream erupted from the other end of the playground.
"Two hundred pounds! You lifted it!"
"My God, that stone weight was bigger than a human head, and he just held it above his head like that?"
The crowd surged toward that direction, and the students who had been watching the commotion around Fang Shuwen also stood on tiptoe and craned their necks to look in that direction.
He was left standing there, completely ignored.
Fang Shuwen didn't care. He gripped the stone lock tightly and then exerted his strength steadily.
A low shout!
With a raised right arm, the 150-pound stone lock was instantly lifted up.
"Teacher, it's time to record the scores."
Fang Shuwen spoke, and his cold voice instantly brought the instructor next to him, who was craning his neck to look in Han Tieshan's direction, back to reality.
Chen Qingshi turned around and first looked at the stone lock that stood firmly above Fang Shuwen's head.
I couldn't help but rub my eyes, and then looked down at the empty stone lock on the ground.
You read that right, it really is a 150-pound stone lock!
He opened his mouth and let out a muffled "ah" sound.
This kid actually lifted a 150-pound stone weight?
Is this still Fang Shuwen, the student who failed six out of seven subjects and was said to be destined to be expelled?
Chen Qingshi had a bewildered and unreal feeling.
"Write it down...write it down!"
Chen Qingshi snapped out of his daze and frantically searched for Fang Shuwen's name on the roster.
The pen trembled slightly, and a checkmark was placed in the "150 jin" column.
After finishing writing, he looked up at Fang Shuwen again to confirm whether the person in front of him was the Fang Shuwen he knew.
And this time,
On the other side of the stone lock testing area, a boy who was nearly 1.8 meters tall was steadily lifting a 200-pound stone lock above his head.
He was wearing a faded gray school uniform with frayed cuffs and short trousers that revealed half of his tanned calves.
However, although this person was tall, he looked even thinner than Fang Shuwen.
Therefore,
No one could have imagined that this person could lift a 200-pound stone lock!
"good!"
Under the sunshade, Meng Zhenyi, the inspector of the National Martial Arts Academy, slammed his hand on the table.
The immense force instantly punched a hand-shaped hole into the hard wooden table made of ironwood.
The edges of the palm are smooth, as if they were machine-cut.
One can imagine that if this slap landed on someone, it would probably leave a hole in their body.
This is called hidden strength.
The force is concentrated and has extremely strong penetrating power.
Meng Zhenteng stood up abruptly, the indifference in his eyes vanishing, replaced by undisguised admiration.
"Who is this child? How many times did his bones crack?" Meng Zhen turned to ask Principal Qian Jun.
Qian Jun was stunned for a moment.
Zhou Changping, the dean of students standing next to him, pushed up his glasses and lowered his voice to say:
"Teacher Meng, this student's name is Han Tieshan, he's in Class 3 of the second year, and his physical education grades in the first two semesters were just average to above average. As for the bone cracking... the school hasn't tested it yet."
"Haven't you tested it?"
Meng Zhen frowned, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the tall, thin figure twice, before a slow smile crept onto his lips.
"He can lift 200 pounds with one arm, steadily and calmly, with perfect breathing and a stance as solid as a rock. With proper training, he could be a future martial arts university student!"
Qian Jun and the other man nodded in agreement and immediately decided that no matter how his academic performance was, they must transfer this boy into the elite class.
.......
Just as Chen Qingshi finished recording Fang Shuwen's grades, the commotion on the playground gradually subsided.
"How's Fang Shuwen doing?"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd asked a question.
He failed six out of seven subjects, plus he was born into a wealthy family and had to deal with Guo Ziming.
Fang Shuwen was considered a celebrity at school.
Guo Ziming, who had just recovered from the shock of Han Tieshan's words, sneered as he heard this:
"Him? Look at how skinny he is, it would be a miracle if he could even lift him. I bet he couldn't even move him and slunk down."
The henchmen next to him laughed.
"Young Master Guo is right. Fang Shuwen used to be out of breath carrying Young Master Guo's schoolbag."
The others then added a few more compliments to Guo Ziming.
It gradually calmed down.
At this moment, Cui Cui withdrew her gaze. She didn't see Fang Shuwen and couldn't help but purse her lips.
"Sure enough, incompetence is incompetence. Definitely didn't pass. Sorry to stay, I'm leaving early!"
With a cold snort, the frustration that had been building up in the morning because Butler Chen had given Fang Shuwen a Parker pen calmed down.
.......
The assessment continues.
When it was Guo Ziming's turn, he mustered his courage and walked up to the stone lock, choosing one that weighed 100 jin (50 kg).
Stand in a horse stance, gather your energy, and exert your strength.
He managed to lift the stone lock, but his arm was shaking like a leaf, his face turned a deep liver color, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.
He could only hold it up for less than two breaths before he couldn't hold on any longer. The stone lock crashed to the ground with a thud, almost hitting his own foot.
The instructor next to him, who was in charge of recording, wrote "100 jin" on the roster, glanced up at him, and then casually marked it with a checkmark.
This is the eldest son of the Guo family; that's good enough.
Doing this favor might come in handy later.
"Young Master Guo is amazing! You lifted a hundred-pound stone lock. You must have cracked your bones!" a follower exclaimed in admiration.
"It's barely passable, barely passable." Guo Ziming's face was flushed.
His weight of 100 jin is not low; among the more than 300 people tested today, he is enough to rank in the top 30!
.......
Time flew by and it was time to get out of school.
As Fang Shuwen stepped out of the school gate and turned the corner, he bumped into two familiar faces.
The tall, thin man had a black mole on his face, while the short, fat man walked like a penguin.
It was those two hooligans who had chased him for three blocks a few days ago.
The two of them squatted at the school gate for most of the day until their legs went numb.
At that moment, his eyes lit up when he saw Fang Shuwen.
"You little brat, we've finally been waiting for you!" The tall, thin man threw his cigarette butt on the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and walked over.
The short, fat man followed behind, his footsteps clattering, muttering incoherently:
"This...this...let's see where you run this time!"
Fang Shuwen frowned slightly.
There are people coming and going at the school gate, and teachers are maintaining order there. It would be too conspicuous to start a fight here.
He glanced to the left and right out of the corner of his eye, and instead of stopping, he quickened his pace and turned into a small alley on the side of the school.
The two rascals thought he was going to run away, so they took off after him.
The alley narrowed as you walked, ending at a low wall. Beyond the wall was the grove of trees behind the school.
Fang Shuwen pushed off with his feet, braced himself against the wall with one hand, and flipped over.
The two rascals stacked themselves into a human ladder at the base of the wall and huffed and puffed their way over.
The moment Fang Shuwen landed, he stopped in his tracks.
There were already people waiting in the grove.
Guo Ziming stood with his arms crossed, leaning against a tree trunk, with two men in black short jackets standing behind him.
Fang Shuwen.
Guo Ziming straightened up from the tree trunk, a half-smile on his face:
"I told you not to leave after school, and you actually came. What, not running away anymore?"
"So you found two helpers?"