After listening to Teacher Qiuxue's words, Xiong Batian and others were all silent. Indeed, as the teacher said, even if all of them were eliminated, it was not surprising that none of them could enter the top 16.
In fact, there were only a handful of high schools in Tianshui City that could enter the top 16 over the years. Basically, they went to that place as a foil and came back.
And the school didn't have much expectation for them.
Ten minutes later, the bus soon arrived at a huge open space in front of Tianshui City Stadium. At this time, many buses had been parked in the open space.
One by one, the top students of the major middle schools walked 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 Qiuxue, Xia Ping and others quickly walked down from the bus and came to the area belonging to their school. They lined up temporarily and waited for the game to begin.
"Look, the people of Zhengde Middle School and Xinbo Middle School are here." A student shouted.
Everyone looked over, and immediately two golden buses came from the entrance. They were two stories high. At first glance, they knew that they were local tycoons' buses. The surface seemed to be gilded, and it was blinding.
"Gee, it's worthy of being a famous aristocratic school in Tianshui City. It's really a local tycoon." A student exclaimed, looking at such a bus with envy and jealousy.
These two schools are both famous aristocratic schools. They belong to sister schools, but Xinbo School is more famous. The children of all the dignitaries and businessmen in Tianshui City will go to such schools.
Although Zhengde Middle School is also a little famous, it is much worse than Xinbo School. If you have to compare, one is a local tycoon, and the other is a noble.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!
One by one, the students came down from the golden bus, all of them like a rooster with chicken blood. They raised their heads and looked at the top as if they didn't put the students on the scene in their eyes.
Every piece of clothes they wore was hand-made and customized, using expensive monster skins, polymer materials, etc., which were warm in winter and cool in summer, and had a certain degree of protection.
Needless to say, everyone also understood that every piece of clothing above was valuable, at least thousands of federal coins, some even worth tens of thousands of federal coins. Ordinary people could only look up and sigh.
"It's really annoying to compare people. We can't compare with those local tycoon schools at all."
"Look at their Qi and blood is very strong, each of them has at least the cultivation base of the Martial Disciple above the Seventh Heaven, and there are also Eighth Heaven."
"You can't compare to them. They eat monster meat for every meal, and they have medicinal pills to help them cultivate. They also use all sorts of advanced machines, and they have all sorts of famous teachers to guide them. Over time, the gap will be huge. "
"Looks like we're just here to serve as foils. We've already been eliminated before we could even enter."
Many students were discussing among themselves. Seeing the people from these two aristocratic schools appear, all of them suffered a heavy blow. They were all from ordinary schools and were also ordinary people. Families with a monthly income of more than ten thousand were considered well-off.
But what about those students from the aristocratic schools? Their meals cost tens of thousands a month. How could they compare?!
However, Xiong Batian and the others realized that the students from the two schools didn't seem to be heading towards their area. Instead, they were leading a large group of people towards them.
The leader was a 1.95-meter-tall fat man in a black suit from Xinbo Middle School. Han Shan and the other students from Zhengde Middle School were like lackeys, nodding and bowing as they followed behind these people from Xinbo Middle School.
A group of people walked over in a grandiose manner.
"Xia Ping, did you provoke the people from Xinbo Middle School again?" Seeing these people coming over with malicious intentions, Jiang Yaru couldn't help but glare at Xia Ping. They didn't look like they were here to make friends, but to intimidate.
Xia Ping rubbed his chin. "No, I didn't. You also know that I'm a very low-key person."
Low-Key my ass!
Xiong Batian and the others looked at Xia Ping with disdain. If a bastard like you can be called low-key, then there's no one in the world who can be high-key. Who doesn't know that you always stir up trouble? Small things become big, and big things get out of hand. You're the legendary god of plague.
They've all experienced this bastard's strength before.
"You're Xia Ping?!"
At this time, the fat man in the suit led a group of people to Xia Ping's group. Relying on his 1.95-meter-tall height, he looked down at Xia Ping with an arrogant expression.
Han Shan and the others stood behind the students of Xinbo Middle School with a gloating look on their faces.
"I heard that you're very arrogant in Commoner Middle School, stirring up trouble everywhere. You even dared to provoke the people from Righteous Middle School. Is that true?" The fat man in the suit stared at Xia Ping. His tone was extremely arrogant, as if he was a leader interrogating his subordinate.
"Fatty, do I know you that well?" Xia Ping gave him a sidelong glance.
What?!
Hearing this, the people from Xinbo Middle School and Righteous Middle School were stunned. Everyone was dumbfounded. Who didn't know that it was taboo for the fat man to be called fatty? No one had ever dared to call him that to his face.
Anyone who called him that, without exception, had died a horrible death.
Clearly, the fat man's face was half black. Anger brewed in his heart as he glared at Xia Ping.
"Brat, do you know anything about manners? Who are you calling fatty? How dare you talk to Feng Hetang like this? Believe it or not, I'll beat you! "A student from Xinbo Middle School immediately jumped out and yelled at Xia Ping.
Han Shan also jumped out and shouted: "Xia Ping, you're too much. How dare you talk to Brother Feng Hetang like this. Hurry up and kowtow to him, apologize, and beg for his forgiveness."
"Otherwise, when Brother Feng gets angry, you won't be able to eat it!"
He was like a lackey, loyal to his master.
"No way, this fatty is the famous Feng Hetang of Xinbo Middle School?! It is said that he is already a master of the Ninth Heaven of Martial Disciple. He is extremely powerful and talented. I didn't expect him to be so fat?! "
A student was shocked. He seemed to have heard of the other party's reputation.
"Shut up!"
A companion next to him covered the student's mouth and looked flustered: "You know he is Feng Hetang of Xinbo Middle School, and you dare to call him fatty to his face. Do you want to die?"
"Someone called him fatty like this before. As a result, more than a dozen of his ribs were broken. He wailed in the hospital for a month, and no doctor dared to save him."
The student was scared half to death: "Is this Feng Hetang so powerful?"
"Of course." The companion whispered, "His father is a councilor in Tianshui City. He has great power. Who dares to provoke him."
Councilor?!
Everyone was shocked. They looked at Fatty Feng Hetang in shock. This was an official position with real power. He was a government official with monstrous power. It was equivalent to the standing committee of a prefecture-level city in China in Feng Yu's previous life.
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