After binding with the rich school beauty, I became a martial god by lying flat

Chen Ping let Huang Mao go only after he had two black circles under his eyes.

When he left, Huang Mao rolled and crawled, fearing that he would be hit by Chen Ping again if he was too slow.

Xu Qingli stood there in a coquettish manner, with her other hand behind her back, and her tyrant sword was half unsheathed.

"Chen Ping did a good job! If I were not a teacher and could not take action, I would have to beat Huang Mao down."

Chen Ping frowned: "Uncle Li, you are a teacher at Beijing North University of Martial Arts, and you can't intervene?"

"Unless someone dies in a fight between students, we teachers cannot intervene."

"What's the point of teachers intervening after someone dies?" Chen Ping sneered. He understood that Beijing North University of Martial Arts put the four words of the jungle on the surface.

No wonder Huang Mao was so arrogant just now, and dared to tease Xu Qingli in front of Li Chun.

As long as you are strong enough, you can bully the weak and do whatever you want!

"Here, reputation must be earned through fighting. Only when everyone is convinced by your fight, no one will bully you."

"So seniors can bully juniors at will?"

"That's not the case. If seniors attack juniors in private, they will lose a lot of credits, so seniors generally don't attack juniors."

"That's a bit humane."

Li Chun shook his head and said, "There is a bit of humanity, but not much. Seniors can challenge juniors once a month, and the loser will lose half of their credits."

Hearing this, Chen Ping immediately understood why Huang Mao said that before, "No wonder Huang Mao said It is very important to build a good relationship with seniors, so this is why.

Xu Qingli snorted and sheathed the sword, "If Huang Mao dares to challenge me, I will definitely beat him to a pulp."

Li Chun sighed and said, "When I was studying at Beijing North University, the school rules were not like this, but since Zhou Wushen disappeared, there was no one to restrict the aristocratic families, and it gradually became like this."

"Because of this twisted and cruel school rule, the phenomenon of forming cliques and factions in Beijing North University is very serious now, and even teachers have joined in."

Li Chun's eyes stayed on Chen Ping for a long time, patted his shoulder, and hesitated to speak.

Then Li Chun took Xu Qingli and Chen Ping to a tall building and helped them quickly complete the admission procedures.

Most of the time was spent on signing a confidentiality agreement.

After Chen Ping opened a forum account and got his student ID, he saw the bright red words "ninth grade" in the upper right corner and couldn't help asking, "Uncle Li, what does this ninth grade mean? Why is Xu Qingli's student ID first grade?"

Li Chun clenched his fists and said angrily, "How can the school classify you as ninth grade? It's too much!" Before he finished speaking, Li Chun turned around and went to the counter to argue with someone.

Chen Ping calmly held Li Chun, "Uncle Li, it's useless to go to them to argue."

Li Chun's body stiffened, and he slowly loosened his clenched fists.

"This is the grade set by the school for each student. From low to high, it is divided into nine grades to the first grade. The first grade can live in the most luxurious sky villa, and can overlook the entire Beijing North Wuhan University every day when they wake up, enjoying the top luxury life and a series of privileges, while the worst ninth grade can only live in a simple multi-person dormitory, without any privileges."

Chen Ping immediately understood that Beijing North Wuhan University directly divided students into three, six, and nine grades, forming a whole set of contempt chains from high to low, so as to facilitate management.

Xu Qingli's face flashed with confusion, "Uncle Li, what is the basis for this classification? Why is Chen Ping the ninth grade, and I am the first grade?"

"On the surface, it is based on the students' talents, but in fact it is based on their backgrounds. Xu Qingli, you are the niece of the martial god Xu Tianyuan, the daughter of the Xu family, so you are naturally classified as the best first grade."

Then Li Chun looked at Chen Ping, and the meaning was self-evident.

"I understand, ordinary people without background are the worst ninth grade, right?"

Chen Ping put away his student ID card with a very calm expression.

"You are the champion of this year's martial arts exam. Are you not angry when they treat you like this?"

"What's the use of being angry? They dare to do this, probably waiting for me to see me get angry."

"I want to see what tricks they are going to play later."

Chen Ping opened the freshman guide and found the place where the ninth grade students lived on it.

"Uncle Li, where is the ninth dormitory building?"

Li Chun roughly pointed in a direction: "It's 2 kilometers east of here. Forget it, I'll take you there."

"Uncle Li, don't you need to lead the way for Xu Qingli?"

"She is a first-class student and has a free car to pick her up. Just tell me where you want to go. I don't need to lead the way."

As soon as the voice fell, a car stopped in front of Xu Qingli.

"Uncle Li, Chen Ping, how about we take a car together?"

Li Chun and Chen Ping looked at each other and were veryThey got into the car at the same time in tacit understanding.

When the car started, Chen Ping was startled by the strong push on his back, but he quickly got used to it.

Looking at the tall buildings outside the car window, Chen Ping felt an unreal feeling when he sat in a flying car for the first time.

But when he stood in front of a shabby small building and saw the broken walls and tiles that were completely out of tune with the surrounding buildings, he was instantly pulled back to reality.

"Since we are here, I won't see you off. We will meet in the teaching building at 2 pm. There will be an entrance exam at that time." Li Chun, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, waved goodbye to Chen Ping.

Xu Qing gave him a cheering gesture, "Wait for me to put away my luggage and come to pick you up for dinner."

After waving goodbye, Chen Ping walked into the ninth dormitory building with his luggage. After entering the door, it was not as dirty and messy as he had imagined. Although the decoration was very simple, it was unexpectedly clean.

"Is anyone there?" Chen Ping tried to shout.

The words echoed in the empty corridor, and no one responded.

Chen Ping shook his head and was about to find a room to stay in. Unexpectedly, a figure stood up from under the front desk on the first floor with a rag in his hand.

"Sorry, I was just cleaning and didn't notice someone coming."

The boy had a simple smile, a yellowed white cloth wrapped around his head, blood oozing from the left corner of his forehead, and a white vest on his upper body with several patches of different colors on it. It looked like he had worn it for a long time.

"Are you a student of Beijing North Wuhan University?" Chen Ping was a little unbelievable. How could a student of Beijing North Wuhan University wear such tattered clothes?

The boy looked down at his clothes and nodded embarrassedly: "I am a freshman of Beijing North Wuhan University, but I am not a freshman, I am an old student who has been held back for two years."

He put his hand on the clothes and wiped it, then smiled and stretched out his right hand, "My name is Ye Fan, what about you?"

It turned out that the boy in front of him was the student who was ordinary and was held back for two years in school as Li Chun said.

Chen Ping looked at Ye Fan's slightly stained hands, and did not disdain him. He shook hands with him and said, "My name is Chen Ping. I am a freshman and was assigned to the ninth dormitory building."

"Haha, that's great. I haven't had a new roommate for more than a year. My previous roommates all dropped out of school."

"Come on, I'll take you to see the dormitory?"