The legend of the craftsman

As soon as Du Ze walked into the box he was in charge of, a gust of wind blew in front of his face, and he saw eight guys rushing in like robbers.

Taking a closer look, the person in the lead is a miracle on the day of the practical exam!

The round-eyed boy was taken aback when he saw Du Ze, and the other seven fell silent after seeing Du Ze's face.

A second later, a young man with a stature twice as big as Du Ze's, with thick and bushy eyebrows pointed at Du Ze and shouted, "This is a relative of Ming Xiaochong's family!"

"No." The round-eyed boy replied faintly. Once he improved his style of yelling and shouting in front of the door, he looked a lot more mature.

There is someone powerful behind Du Ze, but definitely not the Ming family.According to the report of the investigators, all the information about him has been controlled, and he can only find out some clues about his whereabouts after he came to Huasu.

"Damn, they look alike! They look like twins." The thick-browed boy murmured to himself.

The others couldn't help but agree.

Du Ze didn't seem to hear what the group of well-dressed teenagers were talking about, and kept a professional smile on his face: "Dear guests, what level of game do you want to play?"

As he spoke, he walked to the "rectangular table" with a white top in the middle of the private room and turned on the instrument.

Immediately above the table surface appeared a "cloud" about two meters wide and four meters long. The "cloud" rolled and rolled like a fairy palace in the sky.

The round-eyed boy walked straight to Du Ze, propping up the table with one hand, leaning on the table with his crotch, with a provocative expression, "Come on?"

Du Ze said politely and politely: "I'm sorry for the guests, the club has regulations, service personnel are not allowed to leave the field."

"Cut." The round-eyed boy tilted his head and sniffed, disapprovingly, "I won't get pregnant if I come here."

As he spoke, he raised his finger and pointed at the thick-browed boy, "Go, call the supervisor."

"Okay, second brother."

A minute later, a young man wearing the same uniform as Du Ze came in, with a silver nameplate on his chest.

Seeing the round-eyed youth, he showed a respectful smile, "My guest, what do you want from me?"

The round-eyed boy pouted, "Let him play with me."

"This—" the young man hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Du Ze, "If there is something wrong with our people, just tell me, and I will give you a satisfactory answer."

"You can't be the master, let your boss come." The young man looked at the young man impatiently, "What a big deal. You won't get pregnant after a match!"

The young man hesitated for a moment, looked at Du Ze who was smiling and didn't know what he really thought, and nodded.

Du Ze doesn't cause trouble, but he's not afraid of trouble either. Seeing that the supervisor agreed, he sat down at the table with a smile on his face, and took out a helmet-shaped spiritual power concentrator from under the table and put it on his head. "How difficult is it?"

"The highest level." The round-eyed boy showed his haughty expression again, and slid his hand over the edge of the table to sit on the other side.

"Second brother, kill him in one minute."

The other teenagers in the box immediately surrounded him and booed. At this time, no one paid attention to this opponent who needed a condenser to play the game.

The highest level of the pin game has transcended the areas of strategy and overall situation that require the use of wisdom, and completely competes for the control and cohesion of mental power.

Du Ze is a 'scholar', and he is born at a disadvantage when it comes to cohesive spiritual power. With the aid of the cohesive device, he can only exert 90% of his strength.

Even so, he was still not afraid of the challenge, adjusted the level to the highest level, and started this war without gunpowder smoke.

After reaching the highest level, the game of firing pin shows its top passion, vitality and most primitive brutality.

The clouds and mist dispersed, and the needles as thin as a cow's hair moved quickly in the place where the clouds and mist were originally.The side with the most pins wins.

Du Ze's eyes were serious, and he quickly penetrated into his spiritual power at the first moment, snatching the needle closer to him like a fish swimming.

This is just the beginning.

The round-eyed boy started to move at the same moment as Du Ze moved. He is a veteran of this game, and his speed of snatching was obviously faster than Du Ze's.

Gradually, there were fewer needles on the table, and the cruelty of the game showed his true colors.

Du Ze's breathing is becoming hot, and what he exhales is all his passion and excitement. This game is great, this rhythm, this speed, makes every pore of him shouting "Hurry up, come on again!" Faster, faster.

His mental power can be even faster!lighter!stronger!

Target - the needle in the middle of the table!

The mental power quickly explored without hesitation.

The round-eyed boy also took a fancy to that needle, and his mental power arrived at the same time as Du Ze arrived.

The corner of the boy's mouth curled up, and he slammed into Du Ze without hesitation. This - is the true meaning of firing the needle!

Seeing this, the teenagers onlookers clenched their fists and cheered.

"Crush him!"

"Crash with one blow!"

The two spiritual forces collided together, as if there was a roar of steel impact, the young man's sea of ​​consciousness shook, but his mood became more joyful. This is the firing pin, the real firing pin!

He licked his lower lip, and slammed into Du Ze again, he didn't believe that a "master" of the highest level would lose to a "scholar" in the collision!

The shock caused by the powerful impact also awakened Du Ze's blood. He felt his blood was burning, his passion was bursting out, and a belief in victory was born spontaneously.

He wants to smash the youth's spiritual power in a head-on confrontation and win all the needles. Only this kind of victory can live up to the name of hitting the needles!

The two strands of mental power didn't stop at all, they collided again without reservation, once, twice, three times...

At this time, no one paid any attention to the needle on the table, and everyone's attention was attracted by these two crazy mental forces like a hungry tiger out of a cage.

There was no sound in the room, but it seemed to hear the roar of wild beasts, provocative and unyielding fights, the atmosphere rose in such silence.

The young man looked up at Du Ze, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire. This climactic impact ignited all his fighting spirit, and he began to concentrate his strongest blow.

Just like the tacit understanding between opponents for many years, Du Ze's deep and sharp eyes also looked at the young man, yes, this time will be the final blow!

The spiritual power of the two retreated at the same time, and then they marched towards each other with an unstoppable speed and madness!

The steaming fighting spirit of the two set the scene on fire, and even the temperature in the huge box began to rise. Everyone was affected by this irresistible fighting spirit. The breathing at the scene was so light that no one dared to breathe. Waiting for this final result——

"Boom—" Everyone seemed to hear such a huge impact in their ears, and the two spiritual forces were slowly fading, fading...

Du Ze's puff finally turned into a puff of green smoke and dissipated on the table. The boy's puff still exists, but it has become very faint. Just a light blow can make it step onto Du Ze's puff. follow suit.

The audience applauded thunderously, and the followers behind the boy patted him on the shoulder and congratulated him loudly!

The young man was not moved by the cheers at all, he looked at Du Ze blankly, turned around, and walked slowly towards the door of the box.

A "division", a "soldier", a 90.00% combat power, and a [-]% combat power, which one wins?

When he got to the door, the boy suddenly turned his head, smiling brightly like a spring flower, "Number 20, I'll wait for you!"

As he spoke, he waved and walked towards the door without any nostalgia.

A group of followers immediately chased after him, and the thick-browed boy still chased after him, "Don't wait for Ming Xiaochong?"

"Ming Xiaochong is a bird!" The boy resumed his publicity, striding towards his shuttle.

For him, the opponent worthy of waiting at the peak has changed!

After the boy left, Du Ze took off his helmet and massaged his temples. As a result of excessive use of mental power, his headache seemed to explode.

Well, his old man chatted about being a teenager, trying to force the "teacher" with the class of "scholar".

However, the corner of Du Ze's mouth couldn't help curling up, the result is not bad, isn't it?

The young man who had been watching the match from the sidelines looked at Du Ze with a complicated expression.This young man who always smiles innocently doesn't seem to be as simple as he appears.

It is such an amazing fact that a "scholar" can beat a "teacher" with 90.00% strength.

Of course, this young man in front of him is by no means the first person to do this, nor will he be the last, but those who have done this before are all standing at the top of the world now!

The road ahead for this boy will be very wide, and it will get wider and wider!

So after seeing Du Ze's face turning pale from the headache, the young man said, "Go back to rest today, and nourish the sea of ​​knowledge, and the salary will be calculated."

In fact, Du Ze didn't wait until the 20th to sign up. He and Cang Qi went to the academy to find Director Qi on the 19th.

The main reason is to discuss the accommodation issue with the college. Although according to Huasu's house price, the accommodation fee of three gold a year is really cheap, but it is still not as cheap as the place he is currently renting.

Moreover, Cang Qi only waived the tuition fee, and he still had to pay the accommodation fee for Sanjin.The two of them have to pay six gold, which is six months of safekeeping fees for the two of them who are desperately saving money, which is not worthwhile no matter how you look at it.

When Qi Lei saw Du Ze, he was stunned for a long time, and after recognizing who this person was, he smiled like a big bad wolf seeing Little Red Riding Hood.

"The principal is looking for you. You can tell the principal about these things. The fifth floor."

Qi Lei pointed to the upstairs.

Du Ze inexplicably stepped on the creaking stairs, which seemed to die at any moment, to the fifth floor. He couldn't understand how the head of the school would care about such trivial matters.

But seeing that I got 11 points in the test, they should also thank them for the sake of daring to accept it.

After knocking on the principal's door, what shocked him was not the shabby office, but——

"Yu, Mr. Yu—"

"Sit." Mr. Yu smiled kindly, not surprised by Du Ze's appearance at all.

He sat on the rocking chair and pointed to the seat on his right.

The entire principal's office is just like the living room in his Yongji home, as simple as a rocking chair and two chairs.

Du Ze sat down slowly, now he understood why this college dared to take him after he got 11 points in the exam, all because of Mr. Yu.

Mr. Yu took out a prepared book from behind and handed it to Du Ze, just like the "Principles of Instruments" he handed out back then, "The exam will be in a week."

Du Ze bit his lip and took the three-inch-thick "Compendium of Materials", bowed to Mr. Yu, and walked out the door.

Exams for a week or something, it's life-threatening!