Rebirth and stocking up in the apocalypse, I have tens of thousands of supplies for the world

"This guy is pretty good, he's very good at sizing up situations."

"This boy works miracles with his strength."

"It's a pity that there is a female fighting master here."

Uncle Ming shook his head from time to time, and nodded from time to time, while Hua Ningyao was tired of watching for a long time. She was too slow and had too many flaws when she entered the battlefield and was instantly killed.

She simply chose to lie down and go to sleep. The special class games should be better in two days, and she would take a look at them then.

"Master, don't you want to take another look? After all, these are your opponents in the future."

"Too lazy."

Hua Ningyao is not too proud, but the playing style of this group of people is too regular and there is no fun at all.

She prefers the kind of fighting style on the battlefield. There are no rules. If you win, you can survive. If you lose, you still have to find a way to survive.

Hua Ningyao stayed at home for another four days, and the competition in special class three became more interesting.

The rules of this fighting competition are like this. The winner of the ordinary class competition can compete with the special class one, two and three. The top 100 winners can enter the special class.

And those outside the one hundred and fifty, even those who were originally in the special class, must leave the special class. This back and forth is to increase the sense of urgency for the special class.

At the same time, we can select those who are truly capable and talented to stay in the special class. After all, the entrance exam has a subjective component.

When she arrived at the competition venue, she sat in her seat in a daze, and soon the order of her competition popped up in her brain.

"Game 40, so long."

The "mobile phone" in the interstellar era is a small chip that can be automatically invisible when placed directly behind the ear. It can be used for forty or fifty years.

Usually any news will pop up directly in front of her eyes and will not be seen by others unless the owner is willing to share the information.

You can also surf the Internet, send messages, make voice calls, etc. All the functions that can be used on mobile phones, tablets, and computers in the past are all concentrated on a chip that is half the size of a fingernail.

This fingernail is still the fingernail of the little finger, but it also provides convenience for the arrest of criminals.

Because once the chip is inserted into the body, it is not easy to take it out, and the federation can track your location anytime and anywhere.

It means another kind of monitor. This is naturally not a problem for Hua Ningyao. I have to say that the plug-in is really powerful.

Today's Special Class 1 competition is indeed much better than the previous few days. Those who can enter the Special Class 1 must have ancient martial arts in their families.

Either he was born better than others, and he was ahead of others in terms of physical fitness and intelligence. Hua Ningyao finally saw some fighting spirit.

Even the lower grades have a lot of martial arts skills, but Hua Ningyao can see that those family inheritances have gone astray from generation to generation.

For example, there was an Inch Fist that was very different from the Inch Fist she saw, and at the same time... the damage was greatly reduced.

"Drip."

It was her game. Hua Ningyao stood up and straightened her clothes. As soon as she walked up the steps, someone shouted.

"Hua Ningyao, come on!"

Hua Ningyao slowly turned around and gave Chen Lang a cold look, which almost left her speechless.

The person she was fighting against was the top player in the second class of the special class. The opponent's eyes stared at her fiercely, as if he wanted to pull her down.

It's just... He didn't even make a move, and was kicked off the stage by Hua Ningyao. Hua Ningyao yawned, how boring.

The child's self-confidence was almost destroyed by her. He stretched out his hand and looked at his fist, completely immersed in a daze.

"Wow, Hua Ningyao, you are so powerful. What did you call just now?"

"Raise your legs high."

"..."

She raised her legs so high, what the hell was this reply, but Chen Lang just thought she was too shy and continued to chat with her.

"This afternoon is a 100-to-50 game. Are you confident?"

"No."

Hua Ningyao replied coldly. Chen Lang thought about her kicking the person away and felt that she was talking nonsense.

In addition to the martial arts scores, the theoretical test scores also account for 30% of the ranking in this competition. The two scores combined are the results of this mid-year exam.

Hua Ningyao: Mid-term is mid-term. It’s mid-year. No wonder there are no rewards. We compete every two to three months. Isn’t it boring?

The only advantage of this special class is that everyone else has been fighting for a long time before they are qualified to fight with class one.

After all, the potential of the children in Class 1 is still better than that of other classes. If something happens, it will be the end of the world if the children in Class 1 are moved to the ordinary class.

Her opponent in the afternoon was a player from Class 3. He had watched Hua Ningyao's game in the morning, so he played much more cautiously than the one in the morning.

He walked around Hua Ningyao, going around and around, but did not attack her. Hua Ningyao lost her patience in waiting.

She flashed over and slapped the person off the stage, telling her something to prevent her from going home and sleeping.

The child covered his face and looked at Hua Ningyao blankly, and then burst into tears. Hua Ningyao yawned, are you annoyed?

"Wow, Hua Ningyao, how did you do that move just now? How did you get in front of that person?"

"Walk over."

"..."

Chen Lang walked over in a hurry. Chen Lang felt that the child's speech was really irritating, but he still chose to forgive her.

The results of the afternoon game were similar. The positions of the first class in most grades were very stable. After all, those people were from the first grade to the sixth grade, and their positions were as stable as Mount Tai.

Only the first grader who was ranked last in Class 1 was replaced by the third ranked student in Class 2. For this reason, the first and second ranked students in Class 2 cried for a long time.

Especially the second place was the one who was slapped down by Hua Ningyao. He was so miserable that he directly faced the strongest one in the previous class.

Yes, now in the first grade, Hua Ningyao is the strongest by default. Who else can defeat others with one move? No.

Even if the second class was fighting against the ordinary class, it would have cost them twenty to recruit, but Hua Ningyao was like some kind of martial arts master, not being touched in any way, and knocking people down with just one move.

Next is the competition of 50 into 25. As long as the students from Class can beat the students from Class , they can enter Class .

But there are only 45 students in a class, so there are still several students from other classes among the top 50, and they are all gearing up for a last-ditch effort.

Of course... when 50 people came to face Hua Ningyao, he cried loudly and left the stage. It was so miserable, so miserable. He was cheering himself up just now, but when he turned around, he found that he was facing a devil.

Hua Ningyao touched her nose. It was very good. She moved away easily, so she watched another round of the game beautifully.

She was not number one when she entered the school, so there was another person who was number one in the class. At this moment, that person disliked Hua Ningyao.