Chapter 3 Shanhe Martial Arts Academy

The next day.

The taxi stopped at the gate of Shanhe Martial Arts College.

The driver complained: "Although the Magic City has built a new urban area, this school is indeed a bit out of the way in the new urban area. It is at the foot of the mountain."

"There are villages nearby."

Zhang Yongan didn't care, it was true.

Generally, new universities are in the gullies or far away from the city.

The land in the city is very valuable.

"This is good, it is more suitable for practice."

Zhang Yongan paid the fare and got off the car.

In addition to the lonely Shanhe Martial Arts College, there are farmlands nearby, and there are some nearby villagers in the farmlands.

Compared with the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the front line, Zhang Yongan thinks this place is indeed like a paradise.

It's better not to go to the front line.

Although Zhang Yongan sighed like this, if they don't go to the front line, who will stop the invasion of those alien races?

They have to finish the battle of this generation!

The gate of Shanhe Martial Arts College is not like the magnificent gates of those martial arts universities, but just like an ordinary middle school gate.

An ordinary iron gate, and two ten-meter-long retractable doors allow cars to enter and exit freely.

At the gate, there were seven or eight school teachers standing.

It seemed that they found Zhang Yongan getting off the car, and the teachers immediately came to greet him.

Soon.

Those people came to Zhang Yongan.

Everyone was of similar age, about 30 years old.

Principal Chu stepped forward and shook hands with Zhang Yongan enthusiastically:

"Hello, Principal Zhang, I am Chu Zihang, the vice president of the school. I chatted with you yesterday."

Zhang Yongan nodded. He wanted to ask if Chu Zihang knew Lu Mingfei.

Of course, it was just a coincidence of names.

Chu Zihang introduced the people around him to Zhang Yongan: "These three are the head teachers of the three grades, Zhang Liang, Wei Qinghua, and Wang Jingjing."

Two men and one woman.

Zhang Yongan shook hands with them one by one.

Chu Zihang looked behind Zhang Yongan and asked in confusion: "Principal Zhang, where is your luggage?"

Zhang Yongan stretched out his hand, with a peculiar bronze ring on his middle finger.

"It's all in there."

Everyone knew what they were.

Zhang Liang, the head of the grade, put away his envious eyes and said, "I heard about your story from Vice Principal Chu in advance. This is a storage ring reward that the Federation will give to those who have made first-class merits!"

"It usually costs several million!"

Chu Zihang smiled and said, "The storage ring of first-class merit given by the Federation has a space of one hundred cubic meters and is worth tens of millions. The storage rings worth millions on the market are all more than ten cubic meters."

The storage rings were seized from alien races. Generally, the middle-grade strong men of alien races have them. After fighting for a hundred years, they have seized more rings from alien races. Now they can be bought with money at the Federation Exchange.

What Chu Zihang said was right. The ring in Zhang Yongan's hand was indeed one hundred cubic meters and worth tens of millions.

"Let's go."

"Isn't it said that today is the opening ceremony of the new semester? Don't let those students wait for too long."

Zhang Yongan wanted to see what his students looked like. After all, it was up to them to improve his strength in the future.

They are all his treasures!

"Tell me more about the school on the way."

Chu Zihang nodded quickly, and enthusiastically led Zhang Yongan to visit the school with everyone.

Chu Zihang said: "The students are waiting in the auditorium. There are still more than ten minutes. Don't rush."

Then everyone entered the school, and Chu Zihang introduced the situation of the school in detail.

"There are a total of 30 teachers in our school. Like Principal Zhang, they are all disabled warriors who retired from the 649th Army. Although we are all healthy, we all have some problems and cannot improve our strength."

"Some teachers even have all their blood and energy gone, and can only teach some theoretical classes."

"Of course, there are a few who still have their strength."

Most of the warriors resettled in the new city area are from the 649th, 648th and 647th Armies.

But here are all the retired warriors of the 649th Army.

Zhang Yongan nodded, he knew all this.

"There are 600 students in our school, 200 in each grade. This is the standard set by the Ministry of Education of Magic City. After all, the teaching staff is limited."

"These people are the descendants of military warriors, and 90% of them are orphans of military warriors. Most of their parents died in the front line..."

"They are high school students admitted with special care by the Federation."

Chu Zihang introduced the basic information of the students, as if he was afraid that Zhang Yongan would look down on these students.

Zhang Yongan was silent and didn't say much. These students were pitiful, with similar backgrounds to him.

"Their admission scores are about 40 points lower than the Qi and Blood score of the martial arts exam."

"But those who sign up for martial arts have a heart that wants to become a martial artist, and the students' attitude is absolutely no problem!"

"Compared with those undergraduate students of Wuda University, the difference is in qualifications and cultivation resources."

"There are only a few martial artists in this graduating class, and it's not their fault. The main reason is that the funding from above is a bit small. The annual resources of the whole school are only..."

Chu Zihang paused here, and several other teachers also looked helpless.

Zhang Yongan paused and asked curiously:

"How much."

"Practicing martial arts is the most resource-intensive!"

Chu Zihang said: "Only five million."

"Almost everyone can take a few Qi and Blood Pills every year. As for letting students go out to perform tasks to earn extra money, forget it. Their combat effectiveness is not even as good as that of ordinary people."

"This is still a special care from the Ministry of Education of the Magic City, otherwise it would be less."

Zhang Yongan frowned slightly, like the martial arts university he was in before.

The annual funding allocation is over 100 million!

And most of the students in the school are warriors, who can take on some tasks to earn extra money and resources.

And this college is indeed a bit pitiful.

But it is understandable.

In order to fight against aliens, the resources of the Federation must naturally be used on warriors with good talents!

If they are used on students with ordinary qualifications, it would be a waste of resources!

The Federation naturally has to give priority to cultivating strong people.

This cannot be said to be cold-blooded. The Federation can allow these people to go to school, which is already good.

"These students can be said to have fallen at the starting line and can't even get up."

"If they can't get up, how can I improve my strength?"

While Zhang Yongan was thinking this in his heart,

soon,

several people came to the door of the auditorium. Here were some of the remaining teachers, who shook hands with Zhang Yongan enthusiastically and said hello.

It was also a simple meeting.

Chu Zihang said: "There are still a few teachers, those teachers went to the front line."

Zhang Yongan asked in confusion:

"Aren't they all already arranged for work? Why do they have to go to the front line?"

"Have their positions been swallowed up?"

He also knew before that some places would swallow up the positions arranged for retired disabled soldiers. Could it be that there are also here? Naturally, there was a trace of anger on his face.

Chu Zihang seemed to be afraid that Zhang Yongan had misunderstood something, so he waved his hands and said:

"No, no, no."

"Those teachers went to the alien race to plunder resources. We would starve to death if we only relied on the funding from the Ministry of Education, and the students would not be able to improve their strength."

"Those teachers can plunder a lot of resources from the alien race every year, and there are also millions."

"It's all for taking care of these children."

For a moment,

Everyone was silent.

One of the middle-aged male teachers with an obvious disability in his left leg stood up and looked at Zhang Yongan and said:

"Principal, don't blame them for not being there."

"Although the children in the school have poor qualifications, they really want to improve their strength and avenge their fathers."

"The school doesn't give much resources, and we teachers can only earn resources for them ourselves."

"Although it's dangerous, it's worth it to improve the students' strength!"