Chapter 115 Senator's Son

After listening to the teacher Qiu Xue's words, Xiong Batian and the others were all silent. It was indeed as the teacher said, even if all of them were eliminated, none of them would be able to enter the top sixteen, which is not a strange thing.

In fact, Tianshui City No. 95 Middle School has been able to make it to the top sixteen in the past few years. Basically, they all went to that place as a foil, and they came back after going through the motions.

As for the school, they didn't expect too much from them.

Ten minutes later, the bus quickly arrived at a huge open space in front of Tianshui City Gymnasium. At this time, many buses were parked in the open space.

The top students from the major middle schools all came out of the bus and gathered on the square. Two or three thousand people came at once, which was very spectacular.

Under the leadership of Teacher Qiu Xue, Xia Ping and others also quickly got off the bus and came to the area belonging to their own school, temporarily lined up and waited for the start of the game.

"Look, people from Zhengde Middle School and Xinbo Middle School are here." A student shouted.

Everyone looked over, and two splendid buses drove immediately at the entrance. They were two stories high. At a glance, they knew that they were local tyrants buses. The surface seemed to be gilded, and their eyes were blinded by the blinking.

"Tsk tsk, it is indeed a famous aristocratic school in Tianshui City, and each of them is really rich." A student tsk tsk praised, looking at such a bus with envy.

These two schools are both well-known noble schools, which belong to sister schools, but Xinbo School is more famous, and the children of the big dignitaries and businessmen in Tianshui City will go to such schools to study.

Although Zhengde Middle School is also somewhat famous, it is not much worse than Xinbo School. If I have to use a metaphor, one is a local tyrant, and the other is a nobleman.

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

One by one, the students got off the golden bus, and all of them looked like roosters with chicken blood.

Every piece of clothes they wear is carefully handcrafted, custom-made, using expensive monster skins, polymer materials, etc., warm in winter and cool in summer, and has a certain degree of protection.

Needless to say, everyone understands that every piece of clothing above is worth a lot of money, at least thousands of federal coins, and some are even worth tens of thousands. Ordinary people can only look up and sigh.

"It's really maddening to compare people. We can't compare with those local tyrant schools."

"Look at their qi and blood is very strong, each of them has at least the cultivation level of the seventh-level martial artist, and the eighth-level heaven."

"It can't be compared, everyone is full of monster meat, and they have medicinal herbs to serve them in their cultivation. They also use various advanced instruments, various famous teachers to guide them, and they also open small stoves. Over time, the gap will be big."

"It seems that we are just a foil this time, and we were eliminated before we came in."

Many students were talking about it. When they saw people from these two aristocratic schools, they were all hit very hard. They were all ordinary schools and ordinary people. Their monthly income exceeded 10,000 yuan even if their family was well-off.

But what about those people in aristocratic schools, who eat tens of thousands a month alone, how can you compare? !

However, Xiong Batian and others found that the students of these two schools did not seem to go to their area, but brought a large number of people to them.

The leader was a fat man who was 1.95 meters tall and was wearing a black suit from Xinbo Middle School. Han Shan and other Zhengde Middle School students looked like dogs, nodded and bowed, and followed these people from Xinbo Middle School. behind.

A group of people came in a mighty manner.

"Xia Ping, are you provoking the people from Xinbo Middle School again?" Seeing these people coming, they looked like they had no good intentions. They didn't look like they were here to make friends. They were just threats. Jiang Yaru couldn't help but glared at Xia Ping. .

Xia Ping also touched his chin: "No,

You know, I am a very low-key person. "

Be quiet!

Xiong Batian and the others looked at Xia Ping with contempt. If you bastard is still called low-key, there will be no high-profile people in the world. Who doesn't know that you often cause trouble, small things make big things, and big things make big things happen. Out of control, the God of Plague in the legend said it was such a person.

They have all learned how powerful this bastard is.

"Your kid is Xia Ping?!"

At this time, the fat man in a suit brought a group of people to Xia Ping. With his height of 1.95 meters, he lowered his head and looked down at Xia Ping with a very proud face.

Han Shan and the others stood behind the people from Xinbo Middle School with a look of schadenfreude.

"I heard that your kid is very arrogant in the common people middle school, and you make trouble everywhere, even the people from Zhengde middle school dare to make trouble, is there such a thing?" The fat man in the suit stared at Xia Ping, his tone was extremely arrogant, as if the leader was questioning his subordinates. of.

"Fatty, I know you very well?" Xia Ping glanced sideways.

What? !

Hearing this, the people in Xinbo Middle School and Zhengde Middle School were stunned, and everyone was dumbfounded. Who didn't know that this fat man in a suit was the most taboo for others to call him fat, and no one dared to call him that in person.

Anyone who called him like that, without exception, died miserably.

Obviously, the face of the fat man in the suit was half black, with anger brewing in his heart, staring at Xia Ping.

"Boy, do you know what politeness is, and who is fat? You dare to speak to Feng Hetang like this, believe it or not, I'll hit you!" A student from Xinbo Middle School immediately jumped out and yelled at Xia Ping.

Han Shan also jumped out and shouted, "Xia Ping, you are too much. How dare you speak to Brother Feng Hetang like this, and you don't hurry to kowtow to him to apologize and beg him for forgiveness."

"Otherwise, Big Brother Feng gets angry, and you can't eat and walk around!"

He is like a dog's leg, loyal to the Lord.

"No way, this fat man is the famous Feng Hetang from Xinbo Middle School?! It is said that he is already a master of the martial disciple Jiuzhongtian. He is extremely powerful and talented. I didn't expect to be so fat?!"

A student was shocked and seemed to have heard of the other's reputation.

"To shut up!"

A companion next to him tightly covered the student's mouth, his face panicked: "You know he is Feng Hetang from Xinbo Middle School, yet he dares to call him Fatty in person. Are you trying to court death?"

"Someone called him Fatty before, but he had more than a dozen ribs broken in his body. He cried in the hospital for a month, but no doctor dared to save him."

The student was scared to death: "Is this Feng Hetang so powerful?"

"Of course it's powerful." The companion whispered, "His father is a councillor of Tianshui City, with enormous power, who would dare to provoke him."

MP? !

Everyone was shocked and looked at this fat man Feng Hetang in horror. This is an official position with real power, a government official, and the power is monstrous. It is equivalent to the standing member of the municipal committee of a prefecture-level city in China in the previous life, with real power.

If this is still incomprehensible, then there are only nine such members in the entire Tianshui City, and Feng Hetang's father is one of them. One can imagine the terror of the other party.