mijobooks Chapter 48 Electing a Class Monitor
Chapter 48 Electing a Class Monitor
After Tang Feng finished selecting his people, the others quickly left.
Once everyone else had left, Tang Feng spoke directly: "The special training class is very time-sensitive."
This is actually the first time that Magic Martial Arts University has launched a special training program.
Previously, Magic Martial Arts University had never offered such special training classes because there was no need for them.
The primary goal of a school is to enable every student to succeed, rather than to cultivate only a select group of people.
Just like you, we teachers are also trying this for the first time.
And you have only one goal: to win the exchange competition!
In the end, it will definitely come down to a contest of strength and practical experience.
To quickly improve one's strength, a lot of resources are needed.
"And after you participate in the special training program, the school will provide you with even more resources."
"But you must understand that the school will not provide these resources for free; you must earn them yourself."
After you enter the special training class, each of you will receive 10 credits, which is considered a reward from the school for entering the special training class.
"From now on, it's up to you. If you perform well, you'll get more resources."
"There are 50 people in the special training class now. We teachers don't have much time to waste on trivial matters, so we need to select a class leader to be responsible for some of the usual training gatherings and notifications."
Of course, this class monitor position won't be free labor; you won't be working for nothing. You'll be rewarded with 10 academic credits.
"Only 10?" Fang Ping muttered in the crowd, feeling that it was a bit too few.
As if she had heard what Fang Ping said, Lü Fengrou, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.
"These 10 credits are practically free. There are 50 people in the class. If you're capable, you can beat one of them up and have him run errands for you."
"Instructor Lü!" Tang Feng's dissatisfied voice rang out from the side.
Lu Fengrou said indifferently, "If you can't even handle this little bit of pressure, what's the point of special training?"
Oppression can be a source of motivation. If you're not satisfied, then work hard to improve yourself and get your revenge.
It's settled then.
The students were stunned to hear this; they couldn't believe it was possible to do such a thing.
Fang Ping seemed to have opened the door to a new world, glancing in Zhao Lei's direction, Zhao Lei's face darkened.
The mentors didn't say anything in the end, and all tacitly agreed.
"The class monitor rotates every two weeks. If you are capable, you can hold onto the position and let others do the work. You will receive 10 credits for each rotation."
Everyone's eyes lit up upon hearing this. It was held every two weeks, and there were still three months until the exchange competition. With six rotations, it would be worth a total of 60 credits.
This is no small amount; you should know that the entrance bonus for Magic Martial Arts University is only 80 credits.
Fang Ping glanced at Lü Fengrou, wondering if this was his mentor trying to secure some benefits for him.
Tang Feng and the others had also thought of this, and they all looked at Lü Fengrou with dissatisfaction.
Lu Fengrou said calmly, "Why bother reading it? Haven't I already inspired everyone's ambition? Isn't that a good thing?"
Some students who were confident in their abilities were eager to try.
The students' enthusiasm was immediately ignited.
Tang Feng was somewhat helpless. He knew that Fang Ping had already reached the peak of the first rank when he saw him yesterday, having undergone three rounds of bone tempering.
Zhao Lei is probably no match for him now.
Tang Feng glanced at Fang Ping; this kid's bone-tempering speed seemed a bit off.
Forget it, if Fang Ping can really keep holding onto the position of class monitor, the others will probably be quite agitated.
Fang Ping is a pretty good opponent.
It's only 60 credits anyway.
After thinking for a moment, Tang Feng said, "Then let's proceed according to Instructor Lü's suggestion. Does anyone have any objections?"
No one spoke.
"Since there are no objections, let's start the class monitor election now. Anyone who is willing can step forward."
Tang Feng had barely finished speaking when Lu Fengrou suddenly said, "Don't waste so much time, everyone's busy."
Fang Ping, step forward!
Upon hearing this, Fang Ping quickly stepped forward, and Lü Fengrou immediately asked, "Do you want to be the class monitor?"
"Yes!" Fang Ping replied without hesitation.
That's a full 60 credits! In the Magic Martial Arts quest, capturing and killing a second-grade martial artist only earns 20 credits. These 60 credits are equivalent to the credits for a third-grade martial artist.
"That's good. Fang Ping, is there anyone who wants to challenge him at the peak of the first rank?"
As soon as Lü Fengrou finished speaking, a series of exclamations came from the students.
"How is that possible? It's only been a short time since Fang Ping's picture showed him as a first-grade martial artist!"
"A little over a month!"
"Isn't this bone tempering speed a bit too fast!"
......
Many of the freshmen who had been eager to try suddenly began to wail in despair, realizing there was no hope left.
Meanwhile, Zhao Lei, Yang Xiaoman, and others, who were among the top students in the freshmen, had solemn expressions.
They had already broken through to the Martial Realm before even enrolling, but now Fang Ping has completely overtaken them.
Standing next to Fang Ping, Fu Changding nudged Fang Ping's arm with his elbow.
"Wow, Fang Ping, that's impressive. Look how Zhao Lei's face has changed."
Lü Fengrou spoke up, "Anyone want to take on the challenge?"
Tang Feng looked at Zhao Lei, and Zhao Lei immediately said, "Teacher, I want to try!"
Lü Fengrou said calmly, "Then let's begin!"
Fang Ping didn't waste any time and stepped out from the crowd, laughing, "Zhao Lei, let's make this clear first, don't cry later, and don't hold a grudge."
"Also, if you lose, you'll have to work for me for free; you'll be in charge of notifying me of all the assembly calls."
Zhao Lei scoffed, "Fine, if you lose, you'll suffer the same fate!"
"Of course!"
As soon as Fang Ping finished speaking, he rushed straight towards Zhao Lei.
Before Zhao Lei could react, Fang Ping had already thrown a punch.
Just as Zhao Lei was about to retaliate, Fang Ping suddenly withdrew his fist and kicked him in the knee.
Zhao Lei stumbled and almost fell, and Fang Ping punched him in the nose again.
"Ugh..."
Zhao Lei's nose started bleeding immediately, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.
"I told you not to cry, but you still cried!"
Fang Ping then delivered several more punches straight to his face.
"Bang!"
"That'll teach you to talk bad about me behind my back!"
"Bang!"
"You're always provoking me. I've caught up with your bone tempering progress, and you still dare to act tough in front of me!"
"Bang!"
......
Before anyone could react, Fang Ping had already knocked Zhao Lei to the ground.
Tang Feng, who was standing to the side, twitched at the corner of his mouth but did not say anything.
Despite Fang Ping's seemingly heavy blows, they were mostly superficial injuries. The main problem was that all the blows landed on Zhao Lei's face, leaving his face swollen like a pig's head as he lay on the ground.
After Fang Ping finished hitting her, he glared fiercely at Yang Xiaoman.
Yang Xiaoman's face turned pale. Chen Yunxi whispered to her, "Xiaoman, why don't you just admit defeat? What if Fang Ping treats you the way he treated Zhao Lei? That would be..."
Yang Xiaoman's face grew even paler upon hearing this.
Seeing Zhao Lei lying on the ground, Fang Ping chuckled and said, "Yang Xiaoman, do you want to challenge me too?"
"I...I give up!"
Yang Xiaoman was filled with shame and anger; she didn't want to be beaten to a pulp.
Tang Feng stood to the side, his face full of black lines.
Tang Feng's face darkened as he said, "Does anyone else want to challenge Fang Ping? If not, Fang Ping will become the class monitor."