Gao Wu: I can see future news

Half an hour passed, and Zhou Xiaoxiao and Zhou Xiaofeng's siblings gradually accepted the fact that their brother Zhou Xiaojun had become a warrior.

Of course, they were all happy for their brother.

"Brother, what are your plans next? Go back to the first high school to repeat and participate in this year's college entrance examination?

Zhou Xiaoxiao looked at Zhou Xiaojun and asked.

"Hmm."

Zhou Xiaojun nodded, "I plan to rest for a few days before going to the school to talk to the principal about this." "

Now he is already a martial artist, and it is very simple to change the class and repeat it.

The third year martial artist students of Nanyue Province can be directly escorted to the provincial martial arts university without taking the college entrance examination.

And this will also be counted into the promotion rate of Wu University in his school.

In the past few decades in Jinyang City, there were only a few senior martial arts students.

"Brother, you have become a martial artist now, as long as you go back to restore your student status, you don't have to take the college entrance examination, and you can be directly sent to the provincial martial arts university."

Zhou Xiaofeng said with a look of envy.

He also wanted to take the path of a warrior, but after a while, he found that he was not that piece of material at all, and finally he could only give up.

Sometimes, he couldn't figure it out:

their family, except for his brother Zhou Xiaojun who was handsome, he and his father, as well as her mother and sister, were all average-looking, so ordinary that they could not be ordinary, and they belonged to the kind that would be difficult to find out when thrown into the crowd.

The most important thing is:

all four of them confirmed that they had no martial talent.

His brother, on the other hand, has amazing martial talent.

Many times, he wondered if his brother was his own brother, whether he was his father's biological son...

Of course, he did not dare to voice this doubt.

Because he's afraid of being beaten up by his!

Of course, he also felt that if his brother was really not his father's biological son, then he definitely could not be his fucking biological son.

With her ordinary looks, it was impossible for such a brilliant man to sow seeds for her.

"I'm still ready to take the college entrance examination."

Zhou Xiaojun said.

In his heart, he was still more eager to go to those famous martial arts schools.

Even if the opportunity is slim, he doesn't want to miss it.

And if you want to go to those famous schools of Wuhan University, even if it is a martial arts candidate, you must reach the entry line of the cultural subject exam to be admitted.

"As long as the case is written off before those famous schools of Wuhan University begin the admission work... There is still a chance.

Zhou Xiaojun said darkly.

"For the next two months, review the content of the cultural subject... Last mock exam, strive to enter the top 10 of the class! Top 100 in grade! Last

year, his last mock test result was eighth in his class and ninety-second in his class.

"Last year, the results of the college entrance examination of the first high school came down, if you are a high school junior martial arts candidate, the top 100 cultural subjects in the grade, you can even enter Zhongnan Wuhan University."

Zhongnan Wuhan University is one of the six best Wuhan University famous schools in China.

The ranking of the six famous schools of Wuhan University last year was:

Imperial Capital Wuda.

Modu Wuda.

Nakan Wudai.

Southwest Wuda.

Northeast Wuda.

Northwest Wuda.

This ranking is ranked according to the cultural subject admission score line for high school junior martial arts candidates last year, and it was also found by Zhou Xiaojun on the computer this afternoon.

The rankings of the six famous schools of Wuhan University are ranked according to the popularity of candidates.

The rankings of the latter four famous schools of Wuhan University often change, but the first two have always been the top two, occasionally changing.

Most of the time, it is the 'Imperial Capital Wuda' who ranks first.

......

Before dark, Zhou Xiaojun's parents, Zhou Minghai and Li Fang also returned early.

They saw the news of their eldest son's return from the family chat group of mobile phone messaging software and closed the store in advance.

"Xiaojun, why did you come back early?"

"Fortunately, it's a little stronger than the last time I saw you."

Prison visiting hours, during standard working hours on weekdays.

Therefore, Zhou Xiaoxiao and Zhou Xiaofeng, who want to go to school, have not been able to follow their parents to visit in the past ten months.

Zhou Minghai and Li Fang are both honest ordinary people, as Zhou Xiaojun's parents, with their understanding of their son, they also know that it is impossible for him to escape from prison.

Still, they wondered.

How did it come out early?

Moreover, it was a full two months ahead!

However, as Zhou Xiaofeng handed over the warrior certificate like a treasure, all doubts were solved.

"Warrior? The small army has become a warrior?

"Good thing! Good thing! I will now go downstairs to buy some food at the seafood supermarket at the entrance of the community, and I will celebrate tonight, celebrating that our son has become a warrior and a privileged person!

After the shock, Li Fang, the mother, was the first to come to her senses, left a word, and hurriedly walked out of the house to buy vegetables.

Zhou Minghai sat down on the sofa in the living room and asked Zhou Xiaojun in detail about becoming a warrior.

Knowing that Zhou Xiaojun was a martial artist who became yesterday, he nodded, and at the same time his face was full of pride.

"Dad, it's all your son, why don't I have the slightest talent for martial arts, and my brother is only three years older than me, and he has already become a martial artist!"

Zhou Xiaofeng said in a complaining tone.

More of a joke, of course.

When Zhou Minghai heard his youngest son's words, the hand holding Zhou Xiaojun's martial artist certificate stiffened imperceptibly, and his expression became a little unnatural at this moment.

However, in an instant, he came back to his senses and glared at Zhou Xiaofeng angrily:

"Are you still embarrassed?"

"Since I was a child, your brother has it, but you don't have it?"

"Now, your brother has become a talent, you blame me?"

"Does it make sense?"

"You should be looking for problems in yourself, right?"

......

After Zhou Minghai's lecture, Zhou Xiaofeng suddenly became quiet and honest, "Count me a lot, I won't say it." That

night, the family gathered around and ate a seafood meal in harmony.

King crabs are on the table.

It can be seen that Li Fang, the mother, is really happy today, and she is bloody.

The specifications of this meal were better than the Zhou family's usual New Year meals, and Zhou Xiaofeng was so jealous that he snatched nearly half of the king crab meat into his stomach.

"Why are you in such a hurry? No one robs you. Seeing

his younger brother's gobbling appearance, Zhou Xiaojun shook his head, "If you like to eat king crab, when your brother makes money in the future, let you eat god king crab." "

For ordinary families, king crab is a luxury ingredient.

But to the warrior, it is nothing.

"Brother, I take what you said seriously!"

Zhou Xiaofeng's eyes lit up.

"Nope!"

Suddenly, Zhou Xiaofeng seemed to remember something, left the dining table and went back to the room, only to return a few minutes later.

When I returned, I still had a piece of paper full of writing, a pen, and a box of printing clay.

On the paper was what Zhou Xiaojun had just said.

"Brother, you come to sign a name, press a fingerprint..." In

the face of Zhou Xiaofeng's series of divine operations, although Zhou Xiaojun was speechless, he still shook his head and smiled and did so.

"Can it be now?"

After signing and pressing his finger print, Zhou Xiaojun asked his brother with a smile.

"Yes, yes... Thank you brother.

Zhou Xiaofeng put away the paper in his hand like a treasure, "I have to keep this paper well, but I can't lose it..."