"President?" When he came to the school club teaching building, the members who were sorting out the large club classroom here. Seeing Chen Ming who had just returned at noon, he immediately put down his work and surrounded him.

"Today is a team battle, so I'm back first." Chen Ming smiled at them, "I will officially appear in the personal battle tomorrow."

"So that's it." When everyone heard this, they were actually relieved and thought Chen Ming had been defeated.

After all, I came back so early, and the expression on my face was a little disappointed. When I saw him, everyone had some such thoughts in their hearts in an instant.

"But, to be honest, the political nature of this game is more important than the actual meaning. To be honest, I was a little disappointed." Chen Ming shook his head, "Forget it, let's not talk about that, how is the cleaning? I'll help too!"

"It has been cleaned up and just throw away the garbage." Li Siyuan stepped forward. She was the vice president appointed by Chen Ming. Chen Ming went to participate in the competition. She was responsible for overviewing the overall situation. "We started recruiting new people on Monday. Judging from the size of the classroom, we can recruit up to 150 people."

"There is no need to be 150 people, only 100 people. It's better to be empty." Chen Ming thought for a while, "I still look forward to the fact that other fellow disciples can return to the club."

Since Xiao Yu's accident, almost all the disciples of the same sect have formed study groups according to the grade, but they are not considered clubs and are students' mutual aid organizations. Even if he went to invite them in person, none of these disciples have returned.

Chen Ming couldn't figure out whether they were for self-protection or to keep themselves closed and not to get close to them. Since the decline of the Wuhu Martial Arts Society, they have hardly had too much contact with others, but this is a fact.

"Everyone is from the same sect, so what can't be said about it?" Li Siyuan also understood what Chen Ming meant and couldn't help but sigh. The Wuhu Martial Arts Society, which was once regarded as the orthodox existence of the Five Tigers in the Three Middle Schools, now has to rely on their freshmen in the first year of the junior high school to support it.

Although Chen Ming is not in the first year of junior high school, he is in the junior high school and comes only in the first year of high school, and his situation is similar to theirs.

"Everyone has their own difficulties." Chen Ming shook his head. Today, Pang Yan's words gave him a new idea. Of course, he did not fully believe his words.

Chen Ming still did not forget that Pang Yan was from the Xiaoyao Sect, not from their Wuhu Sect. He only needed to believe in three points of what he said, and only a fool would believe everything.

"Okay, since the cleaning is almost done!" He didn't worry too much, but just clapped his hands, "Do dump the garbage, and then we start acting martial arts! Next Saturday, the first day of the month, we have to go back to the door..."

"I understand now why the sect always performs martial arts at the beginning of the month." Li Siyuan sighed when he heard this, "I checked it and found that most of the twelve months of a year, every month is weekends..."

There are still four or five months left, but the problem is not big. It’s not a big deal to take a day off occasionally. It’s just that the learning progress of No. 3 Middle School is very rushing, so taking a day off requires working hard to catch up for several days.

At this time, the defeated dog group was at a disadvantage because they could not borrow yesterday's teaching notes. So they had more difficulty in studying, and even their grades became worse and worse. This was the case with Xiao Yu, at least one factor.

At this time, at this time, Chen Ming's study group's advantages are highlighted. After the martial arts performance, he can come back in the afternoon. On the way, Chen Ming will tutor the members of the study group's homework. In addition, the evening self-study, and class the next day can naturally be seamlessly connected.

It’s just hard work, so naturally Chen Ming was the only one. Li Siyuan thought about this issue. Every time she looked at Chen Ming’s hardworking and complaining, she felt a little emotional. While she was moved, she was also a little respectful and used others to judge herself. As the vice president, she did not dare to relax her requirements for herself.

Only when the martial arts performance was really started, Chen Ming felt like he was in the Wuhumen. He didn’t have to hold back his hand when he made a move, but he could do it as soon as possible.

But not many people can do this. These twelve-year-old juniors need to be tempered to do this. But this is not important. He is willing to become that whetstone.

"The move is too urgent, forget to leave room for space. The tiger enters the flock. This move must highlight the ruthlessness and decisiveness of the tiger entering the flock, but you must also see it before starting. Otherwise, it will be bad if you give up the fat lamb and just catch the elderly old sheep, but you will be pushed by the young ram a few times." Chen Ming slapped Yang Qin to the ground because there was no mat, so it should be very painful.

In fact, according to the meaning of Wuhumen, you should not be afraid of this kind of fallout when practicing martial arts. If you can’t even practice well, who will tell you the rules in the future? Especially what Wuhumen has to face is basically four biases and four evil sects!

Yang Qin did a good job. Although she was knocked down, she could quickly adjust her posture to avoid injury to her face and vital injuries. At the same time, she rolled up suddenly to avoid being chased.

"It's good to be acquainted!" Chen Ming praised.

"Thank you for the praise." Yang Qin nodded. She was so dirty that she couldn't be happy.

"President, you are not merciless in your actions..." Zhao Sheng had just been taught a lesson by Li Siyuan, and at this moment, he couldn't help but tease, "I don't know how to cherish the fragrance and jade at all."

"It's better than being killed in the future and vanishing." Chen Ming shook his head, "I remember that Brother Fang Hong, who had anti-toxic training in the past, often sighed that female disciples are often much more difficult than male disciples, especially those pretty women. If they are not careful, their fate will be worse than death."

"But we..." Zhao Sheng wanted to refute that they were disciples of the literary system. Just like the division of literature and science, sects are also division of civil and military families. The martial school is the foundation of the foundation and the foundation of the sect. The literary system is related to the development of the sect and the money bag of the sect.

"Three years ago, an important old man to me was sneaked in and taken away by people from the four evil sects. He was caught off guard in the sect. When he finally saw him, he was already a cold body." Chen Ming looked at everyone, "A disciple of the Wen Department may also hold important positions in various industries of the sect in the future. Although there are disciples in the sect to protect him, who can guarantee that you can truly protect him when the thieves come?"

After a pause, he looked at the people whose expression changed slightly, and continued, "So I think the more the disciples of the literary department should work harder to train themselves, otherwise there would be suspicion of being in danger."

"The key is to have a strong body and your spirit will also improve. During this period, attention and spirit have improved a lot. You will not forget it, right?" Li Siyuan clapped his hands. Not to mention anything else, just focus on this and practice hard.

"Indeed, the president's words make sense." Yang Yuan also stood up, "It's not okay to learn this thing without a healthy and strong body... By the way, is it my place? Please give me advice!"
Chapter completed!