Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

Chapter 124 Me, an honest girl, ready to take over the playboy son of an official who's had his fill of playing around.

Qida University is exceptionally lively today.

To be precise, it was a spark that ignited the atmosphere in universities across the country, and Qiqihar University was just one of them.

no way.

The prize for winning the championship is just too tempting.

In the current Star Cluster Cultivation System, only a few cultivation plans are made public. The rest are treated as the cornerstones of their respective schools and are not easily passed on to outsiders.

But now, Xinghuo is offering its entire Ghost Constellation cultivation program as a reward. Who wouldn't be tempted?

Moreover, the single condition of limiting it to first-year martial arts students is enough to destroy all martial arts training programs in universities.

Originally, these martial arts performers were only intended as test subjects to verify the new results of various research groups. However, once this invitational competition was held, it became necessary to pour a large amount of resources into the martial arts performers in order to achieve results.

This will undoubtedly be a drain on universities.

But for martial arts performers, that would be a tremendous boon.

Because many martial arts performers, even if they spend their entire lives, will never receive this level of resource allocation.

If it weren't for the fact that the Spark announcement stipulated that all participating martial arts students needed to strictly cooperate with data collection, some people would have even suspected that this was an unsolvable, overt scheme by Spark to force universities to do charity.

of course.

Resources are limited, and it is clear that not all martial arts performers can receive such resources.

But as long as there is hope, every martial arts performer is willing to give it a shot.

So today, the entire student body is in an uproar.

Especially around lunchtime, almost everyone was talking about it.

Any student from this school with a more easygoing personality would be surrounded by martial arts students from their own group.

Downstairs in the laboratory building.

Shen Weiwei was already overwhelmed with problems.

"Senior Sister Shen, will the school open up its resources?"

"I feel like not every group can participate in this invitational tournament. Can our group represent Qida University?"

"It seems like it's an invitational tournament, and each research group can only send five people. Does our group have too many people? Did Professor Hu say how the selection process will be handled?"

"Senior Sister Shen————"

Each word, like the hum of a mosquito, kept burrowing into Shen Weiwei's ears, making her head buzz.

She couldn't hold back any longer: "I saw the announcement with you guys, and I really don't know anything about it. If you're so eager to know, why don't you just ask Teacher Hu?"

The martial arts performers immediately deflated.

Since failing the martial arts exam and the death of his instructor Cao Yu, Hu Lintian's temper has become particularly volatile.

After a few days, Xu Lu, who was in charge of the finances, had deformed legs and was walking with a shaky gait.

If even someone as favored as Xu Lu is like this, then it goes without saying that it's even worse for martial arts actors.

Don't even mention asking Hu Lintian.

They didn't even dare to ask other students from the school.

After all, not every student from this school is as easy to talk to as Shen Weiwei; the research groups are still quite hierarchical.

Seeing their timid expressions, Shen Weiwei said helplessly, "Alright, alright, I'll ask around for you. You should also calm down. Opportunities are for those who are prepared. In any case, if you perform well in this martial arts competition, the school will definitely not treat you unfairly."

"Why!"

"Okay! Thank you, Senior Sister Shen."

"Thank you, senior sister!"

All the martial arts students breathed a sigh of relief, thanked them, and then headed to the training hall for their training.

Shen Weiwei shook her head helplessly and turned to go upstairs.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, she saw a familiar figure walking towards her.

It's him! ?

Shen Weiwei subconsciously took a step back, only to find that Jiang Lang's mental state had improved a lot, unlike the fierce and menacing look he had last night.

Only then did he muster the courage to greet him: "Jiang, can you return the thing you borrowed from me?"

Jiang Lang stared at her for a while before recalling what had happened yesterday.

I was so upset at the time that I was only focused on borrowing things and didn't even get a good look at the person across from me.

He rummaged in his pocket for a moment, then handed over the lighter: "Thank you!"

"Where's my cigarette? Are you done smoking it?"

"No! Yours was too hard to draw, I just threw it away."

"you----"

Shen Weiwei couldn't help but glare at him: "Those are women's cigarettes!"

Jiang Lang nodded: "Okay! Don't smoke anymore, it's bad for your health!"

Shen Weiwei: "???"

You're trying to lecture me now?

She wanted to say something else.

Jiang Lang then gestured with his chin towards her and said, "We've reached your floor, aren't you coming down?"

Shen Weiwei was furious: "You're really something else. You lost someone else's things and didn't even bother to apologize."

Jiang Lang thought for a moment: "Hmm—I owe you a favor, I'll pay you back when I have time."

Shen Weiwei: "————"

What's the difference between this and "next time is definitely the next time"?

Forget it.

It's just a pack of cigarettes anyway.

She rolled her eyes at Jiang Lang and got off the elevator.

She knew, of course, that smoking was harmful to her health, but the pressure of the research group's KPIs was too great. Although her family was well-off, with her parents working in the civil service, they were still a long way from being "bureaucratic" and couldn't compare to many of her classmates. So she had to take on a lot of tedious work.

The pressure was already off the charts.

How to relieve stress without smoking?

Sometimes I really envy those second-generation rich kids; they reap the most rewards while bearing the least pressure.

Even if she felt really depressed, there were plenty of ways to relieve it. At least as far as she knew, there were quite a few students in the group who liked promiscuity.

Unlike her, she doesn't even have time for promiscuity.

Hey!

Shen Weiwei shook her head and walked towards the terrace at the end of the corridor.

He closed the door, took out a new box from his pocket, and lit a cigarette.

As she exhaled a puff of smoke, she felt a bit of the restlessness in her heart also being released.

Looking at the slender cigarette holder, she suddenly remembered something she'd read online.

The diameter of a cigarette holder is designed based on a certain part of the human body.

Regardless of whether it's a men's or women's cigarette, the diameter corresponds to the opposite sex.

"Is a man's penis really the same size as this?"

Why am I thinking about these things?

"I'm really suppressing my feelings."

Shen Weiwei reluctantly admitted the fact that she often felt a surge of appetite when she saw the young and strong martial arts students in her group.

But there was nothing she could do; her parents strictly restricted her from doing such things.

Only with a master's degree from Xi'an University and a clean and innocent body could she have a chance to get married.

Only by marrying into a higher social class can her own children avoid the same suffering she endured.

no way.

This is what it's like for low-level civil servants: they may seem glamorous to ordinary people, but in the face of the truly powerful and wealthy, they are nothing.

He has a clean family background, a clean health, and excellent academic qualifications.

These three are the best adornments, and with my decent looks, I should be able to attract the attention of some playboy who's tired of partying.

Hey!

When Jiang Lang arrived at the teaching and research office on the sixth floor, he found that Gui Yan and the group of martial arts students all looked rather worried.

He asked curiously, "What happened? Did you get raped again?"

"And he actually got taken down!"

Ghost Eyes spat into the trash can, then handed over a piece of paper: "The board just issued a document, take a look!"

Jiang Lang took the document and saw that the title was "Letter from the Board of Directors to All Project Teams," which he guessed was a response plan for the Spark Invitational Tournament.

Looking down, it was indeed related to the sparks.

But as he looked at it, his expression turned rather unpleasant.

Because the document clearly stated: "A voluntary form is attached at the end. After signing it, the prize for winning the championship will be awarded—"

The entire process is left to the school. Each research group has the freedom to decide whether to sign it. This document will not affect the selection of participating research groups, but it will affect the board's approval of resource applications from various ethnic groups.

In other words—

If they don't agree to donate the championship prize to the school, then the resources that the board of directors needs to vote on will not be taken away by a single penny.

Jiang Lang couldn't help but curse, "Isn't this a blatant example of unfair terms?"