Global Catastrophic: My Kung Fu Automatically Cultivates

The students were busy and had to learn new martial arts.

Practice new martial arts.

Earn credits.

This is Lu Chong's top priority after entering the school.

September 4th is the day when classes officially start.

Lu Chong came to the classroom of the Ancient Martial Arts Research Institute early in the morning, where all the students of the Ancient Martial Arts Comprehensive Major gathered.

When all the students of the major arrived, Lu Chong realized that there were very few students in this major, and there were only 32 students including himself.

You know, there are more than 13,000 freshmen enrolled in Jiangnan Wuda this year, and there are hundreds of students in each major on average.

But this best major in the school only accepted 32 people.

However, Lu Chong had to admit that the quality of the students in this class was really high.

Thirty-two people, all of them are formal warriors, and even half of them are high-level warriors above the sixth level.

In comparison, he, a seventh-level warrior, does not stand out so much.

The ratio of men to women is about two to one. The men are full of vigor and the women are full of vigor. They are definitely a gathering of elites.

Any one of these young people would be one of the best in the grade in the third year of high school.

But when they come together from all over the country, it is not so harmonious.

Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

What's more, a group of elite warriors have just come together, and no one will admit defeat to anyone else. They will not greet and be polite like scholars.

Look, when Lu Chong was observing other classmates, others were also observing him openly and secretly, and some of them cast provocative eyes.

So what if you are the provincial champion? Pick any one here, they are all at the same level.

As for the so-called national champion, these students don't take it seriously.

Instead, they felt that if they were placed in a second-tier place like Hedong Province, they could do the same.

"Are you Lu Chong?" A young man in sportswear with a short haircut came to Lu Chong and said, "I heard that you are the only assistant researcher in the class."

"Why do you have this qualification?" This is how students from the military department greet each other.

Lu Chong could even imagine that similar scenes were probably happening in many classrooms.

The reason why he was targeted first was nothing more than his title of the national champion and the treatment of an assistant researcher.

The first bird to come out of the water will be shot, and that is what he is now.

Lu Chong didn't want to have such a meaningless argument. He just said calmly: "I am Lu Chong. As for why I can be an assistant researcher, you have to ask your supervisor."

The young man smiled coldly, "I know without asking."

"It's nothing more than that you performed outstandingly in the college entrance examination and scored the highest."

"But that is limited to your second- and third-tier bases. I'm afraid it's hard to convince everyone. Why do you suppress us?" The young man put Lu Chong and other classmates on the opposite side with just a few words.

But the young man's words are not without reason. Among all the freshmen, there is only one assistant researcher. Doesn't that mean that Lu Chong is better than the rest of them?

Lu Chong is not a good-tempered person. Hearing this, he stopped giving in and rubbed his hands and said: "Fight? You will know."

He thought of Sun Ze at the beginning. Didn't he become honest after being beaten by him twice?

When the young man heard this, he was not angry, but eager to try and shouted: "Okay, let's fight and show everyone your real ability."

"Okay!"

Some classmates around him began to make a noise, "Whoever loses will treat us to a meal."

There are also classmates who are eager to try, and it seems that they also want to join in, show their strength, and find their own position.

Even the girls are no exception. We are all warriors. Who says that women are inferior to men?

"What are you doing? You want to fight on the first day of class?"

Just when a group of students were about to go outside the classroom to fight, a gray-haired old man walked into the classroom and stunned everyone with a cold shout.

Lu Chong looked up and saw that it was Xu Dongsheng, the teacher who went to No. 1 Middle School to recruit him.

Principal Wei once said that the level of this university professor is not low. He is a real sixth-level martial arts master, much stronger than the old principal.

He is 62 years old, a generation younger than Principal Wei.

As soon as Wu Zong's momentum came out, the students present immediately became much more obedient, and all of them lowered their heads and sat down.

After all, everyone had just graduated from high school and still had a deep respect for the teacher.

Seeing the students sitting down in twos and threes, Xu Dongsheng slowed down his expression and said, "I am your instructor Xu Dongsheng, which can also be understood as the class teacher."

"Teach you first

"It is a school rule that if you want to compete on campus, you must obtain approval and notarization from the college's academic affairs office. "

"According to convention, the loser will lose credits, and the winner will gain credits. No one can deny it. Otherwise, wouldn't our campus be in chaos?" Xu Dongsheng shouted sternly.

Lu Chong's eyes lit up when he heard it. There is such a good thing?

He was about to raise his hand to ask, and saw the young man who challenged him just now asked first: "Teacher, how many credits are there for winning or losing?"

This is exactly what Lu Chong cares about most.

Xu Dongsheng said with a smile: "Not much, not much, just one hundred credits."

Lu Chong has already started to calculate in his mind.

One hundred credits is equivalent to ten thousand Chinese yuan.

This is great, Lu Chong looked at the other thirty-one students around him.

"If I beat all these students, I can immediately earn three thousand and one hundred credits. "Lu Chong thought with his eyes shining.

Xu Dongsheng then said: "You are new here and have no credits yet, but the school can allow you to owe up to 300 credits."

"So, use it sparingly, don't be directly persuaded to drop out because of insufficient credits. "

The students immediately laughed and didn't care.

According to the regulations of Jiangnan Wuda, you need to accumulate 10,000 credits every semester to be qualified.

10,000 credits may be difficult for ordinary students, but it is different for students in the ancient martial arts comprehensive major.

You can earn thousands of credits by completing a task of hunting a second-level alien beast, which is a matter of minutes for them.

When it comes to the ancient martial arts comprehensive major, students' pursuit is not those credits at all, but real strength and future.

They also want credits, but they want a large number of credits that can be exchanged for credits for the required resources, not this little profit.

Next, Xu Dongsheng introduced some class rules and school rules that need to be paid attention to, as well as the courses they need to pay attention to in daily life.

Then, Xu Dongsheng glanced at Lu Chong and said, "Now, I allow you to go out and compete."

"Martial artists should fight, there is nothing wrong with that."

"Whoever can stand to the end will be the chief of our major this year, that is, your class leader. "

Lu Chong frowned slightly. He had no interest in the so-called class monitor title.

But Xu Dongsheng's next words dispelled his idea.

"The class monitor will be awarded an additional 10,000 credits per semester."