They all knew each other well, but Gao Sifan was not of any use to the judge.
"Let's talk about it in a few days. There are only ten people in the final quota!" said the King of Hell.
Zhang Feng nodded and said: "I found a person in the underground crowd in Kyoto. It was okay. He took care of his comrade's wife and daughter for the sacrifice of his comrade. However, his wife and daughter were both sick. It was hereditary and difficult to cure, so he was forced to go." It’s dark, but it’s a bottomless pit!”
"Since it's a bottomless pit, does he have any solution?" Li Jian asked.
"A few million dollars should be able to stabilize the condition. I'll give him a way to survive. I'll give him a way!" Zhang Feng said, "It depends on him. I think it won't be difficult."
The King of Hell said: "This man should be very capable of fighting. I wonder what his political consciousness is!"
"Let's see again. I'll let him follow Tie Guan now. I'll go back and see him next month to see if he wants to join the Huangquan team." Zhang Feng said: "He is stronger than Liang Xinjue and Liang Xinwu. A lot, the key is that he has faith in his heart.”
"Yes, with faith!"
Zhang Feng added: "I have asked people to investigate his deeds. The war at the border and a criminal smuggling battle that took place a few years ago. His comrades sacrificed their lives to save him. Before they died, their comrades were thinking about their wives and daughters. !”
"It seems there is something to behold!" said the King of Hell, "otherwise we should look for it among the people. Anyway, you are about the same, and you have not received any formal training in the military!"
Zhang Feng didn't say anything and Li Jian said: "How can Fengzi be the same? He grew up under Mr. Gusu's education."
"He didn't care about me!" Zhang Feng said.
Everyone looked at Li Jian, what he said was wrong. Unexpectedly, Li Jian said again: "Sure enough, Mr. Gusu didn't take any action when you were seriously injured, but he just trained you and kept you alive. "
Heart-breaking!
Just stay alive, Mr. Gusu doesn't care how you stay alive.
Zhang Feng said: "Haha, I still have to thank him."
"I'll just tell you!"
"Eat your food!"
"Am I wrong?"
…
Several people were discussing here how to find people with real strength, but Zhang Feng's mind was thinking about other things. This matter had nothing to do with the King of Hell and the others. Even if he said it, it would be in vain, so he simply didn't say it. .
In the next few days, King of Hell and others were very busy, but Zhang Feng was very leisurely. King of Hell and the others actually joined the ranks of the referee teachers. This was at the request of Principal Ding, because such a big event was not seen in the school's previous activities. It's rare, and the requirements put forward by the King of Hell are very high.
This put the principal in a dilemma, and he had no choice but to ask for help from the King of Hell and the others. At the beginning, almost all the teachers paid little attention to the King of Hell and the others. What kind of eyesight did the students have? They only received such honors because of the principal's love.
However, in the following process, they saw the expertise of the King of Hell in analyzing each person's weaknesses and strengths.
"Student Long, the analysis just now is very accurate. I think if they can see this data, it will make a lot of progress for them." A teacher said excitedly.
The King of Hell said: "This is just my suggestion, and the teachers' analysis is also very good!"
"Haha, there is no need to be modest, Mr. Long! Your analysis is more in-depth than ours. I suggest that the next refereeing work should be centered on this Mr. Long!"
"Teacher, I can't afford it!"
"No, you deserve it. We don't care about seniority here. Those who are experienced are teachers. We are not that pedantic!"
"Thank you teachers for your support!"
The King of Hell came next in a neither humble nor overbearing manner. Several teachers sat the King of Hell in the middle, which surprised the students below. After a while, the sonorous and powerful voice of the King of Hell came: "Hello everyone, I won't say much else. Now I Let’s talk about the process of the last competition. Before that, I would like to reiterate that the purpose of our competition this time is not to get the final ranking, but to learn in the process. The events of the competition are all close to actual combat. , so witnessing your strength is in the process of the game, this is the key point; next I will analyze each player, please remember your own shortcomings and advantages, okay, let's start now... Player No. 18, you are For strength type, what needs to be improved is speed, how can we improve speed..."
The next work is very intense. After every game, the King of Hell will talk to each player for two minutes. It is these precious two minutes that let them know their weaknesses and the direction of training.
For a time, the popularity of the King of Hell soared, even surpassing that of the principal. Students passing by on campus greeted him or saluted him.
At the same time, in different competition venues, Li Jian and the others also received the same treatment, because their strength was there. In one day, their reputations were in conflict, but Zhang Feng kept a low profile. He originally wanted to go up and talk about it. , but Zhang Feng can’t go, there’s no other way, the King of Hell can’t force him to go, right
The previous fight between Zhang Feng and Liang Xinjue had been temporarily forgotten. Now it was the King of Hell who appeared in their field of vision. Zhang Feng ignored it. Zhang Feng liked this kind of purity, which allowed him to think about things.
However, he was still allowed to go up the next day, and it was the King of Hell himself who spoke.
"Fengzi, if you meet someone now, come here."
Zhang Feng rushed to the sports field and saw that the game had been suspended. The King of Hell was standing on the field talking to a classmate.
"What the hell are you? How dare you comment on me there? Do you have the qualifications?" the boy said angrily.
Zhang Feng saw that this classmate was very strong and he practiced regularly. He seemed to be dissatisfied with the King of Hell's comments.
But Zhang Feng didn't know why he was called here. Couldn't the King of Hell easily solve this problem? Is there any hidden secret
"This kid said he wants to see you!" The King of Hell said helplessly, "He doesn't obey me!"
"Not convinced? Have you fought him?" Zhang Feng asked.
The King of Hell shook his head and said, "No!"
"Then let's give it a beating!" Zhang Feng said, "Strength speaks for itself!"
"this… "
The King of Hell was a little embarrassed, because there were many people present, the teachers were looking at him, and there were many players and spectators around him. Isn't it a good time to fight
Looking at the look on the King of Hell's face, Zhang Feng understood what he meant. He wanted to be the referee, and it was similar to this. The King of Hell still liked to do it himself, so that he could rest assured.
"Are you Zhang Feng?"
"That's right! Is something wrong?"
"I heard you're not very good at fighting?"
"It's just so so, I can beat you ten times no problem!"
What is arrogance? This is it.
"You... Haha, very good, let me see it today!"
When the boy was about to get ready for a fight, Zhang Feng said, "I heard that you don't obey him?"
"That's right, huh, only a freshman dares to sit on it and point fingers. He doesn't have the qualifications!" The boy pointed at the King of Hell and said angrily.
Zhang Feng said: "I advise you to accept it!"