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The annual college entrance exam was scheduled.

"It's too simple …" Ding Feng thought like this for every class.

He had completed all the exams within thirty minutes, and in the past few days, he had already attracted a lot of attention. He did not want to be high-profile, but he did not want to waste time.

After he handed in his paper and left the school, he was actually remembered to block the interview. A short-haired girl with a round face held the microphone and asked him, "We have been paying attention to you for a long time. You are the first to hand in your paper in every class. Have you given up on the college entrance exam? "

Ding Feng joked, "Didn't your teacher teach you? The earlier I submit the paper, the higher my ranking will be. If I want to take the first place, I will definitely be the first to submit my paper. "

The female reporter felt that she had been played with. She glared at him angrily. Ding Feng forced a face at her and gave it to her, then left with a whistle. The female reporter felt as if she had seen him somewhere, and as soon as she couldn't remember, she would do something else. If Ding Ning were here, he would recognize this reporter as the female passenger who had been stopped by him in the taxi for a long time.

As expected, Ding Feng won first place in the written test a few days later. This was the first time that he had achieved such a result since the war in Barren City began. It caused a sensation in Barren City, where for the first time ever, the leaders of the Jiang Prefecture's Education Committee personally received him.

Ding Feng, who had always been low-key, had no choice but to attend these events under the spotlight. The leader of the Education Committee kindly held his hand and said, "You are a true top scholar, and you have set an unprecedented glorious record. Our entire Jiang Prefecture is proud of you. But young people can't be proud of their talent. They hope that you will work hard and unite your classmates to achieve better results in the future. "

The short-haired female reporter squeezed in front of Ding Feng with difficulty. "It's you?" Ding Feng smiled and said, "I said I want to get first." The female reporter stared blankly at Ding Feng's back before disappearing into the corridor.

All the universities in Barren City stuck out their olive branches like Ding Feng, but all he replied was, "I'll go wherever my brother goes." As a result, Ding Ning quickly became popular. His grades were not bad, and he was ranked third in the entire school. It was reasonable for any school to accept him.

When Ding Feng told Ding Feng that Mo Xin Ting's volunteer was Jiangzhou Industrial University, the two of them did not hesitate to apply to this university. Ding Feng told Ding Ning Mo Xin Ting's volunteer to be Jiangzhou Industrial University, and the two of them did not hesitate to apply to this university.

Mo Xinting registered for the journalism department of Jiangzhou University of Technology, while Ding Feng and Ding Ning entered the school's top major, Material Science. To Ding Feng, no major was important. As long as he had the time, he would learn all the specialized knowledge.

Countless things would happen every day in such a vast and desolate city. Ding Feng's news of the college entrance examination soon faded away with the passage of time. He once again returned to his life of keeping a low profile.

University life was not as boring as high school. Other than studying, there started to be various organizations and associations of interest. The most popular society for boys was martial arts, while girls were art.

Although this was a mortal world, the Star Alliance still required all the students who graduated from university to have the strength of a Martial King. It seemed that the delicate Hua Ying was also a Martial King. After all, this was the Great Wastelands. Many people would leave the city to explore in the future. Strength was the most basic guarantee that they would be able to return alive.

During the martial arts exam before the college entrance exam, the examiner was also a martial king and he was easily defeated by Ding Feng. Thus, Ding Feng entered the university with the grade of a martial king. He didn't have much interest in the Martial Arts Association in the first place, but he was a celebrity among the freshmen and a rare high school Martial King. Therefore, the Martial Arts Association shamelessly wanted to recruit him into their team.

After accepting the condition that Ding Ning was also accepted into the Martial Arts Association as an interviewee and didn't have to deal with any of his matters, Ding Feng reluctantly got himself a title of vice president in the Martial Arts Association. He still had a lot of things to learn, so how could he have the time to train with these weak chickens?

In other associations, it was not bad, but in the Martial Arts Association, a group that advocated violence, there was a very bad atmosphere. In other associations, it was not good, but in the Martial Arts Association, a group that advocated violence, there was a very bad atmosphere, that was the old students bullying the new students.

Ding Feng's grade as a Martial King also did not put much pressure on the older students. After all, in the university, the pinnacle of combat strength was the Martial King; the Martial King was just a basic level. As a result, poor Ding Ning was beaten black and blue the first day she went to participate in the association.

They were all superficial wounds, so Ding Feng didn't ask any further questions. One must know that he had beaten Ding Ning even more miserably than this. In his opinion, there was no harm in hitting a man a little. When he comforted Ding Ning in this way, Ding Ning asked, "Then why is it that every time I get beaten up, I don't see you getting beaten up?"

Ding Feng thought for a moment and said, "I must have suffered a lot from the beating before I lost my memory, so now they can't hit me anymore."

Murphy's law said, "The more you don't want to happen, the more it will happen," so Ding Feng, who feared trouble the most, got into trouble. A tall and strong student stopped him, "The Martial Arts Association has never had a first year vice president. Furthermore, there has never been a Martial King who dared to negotiate conditions with the Association like you."

Ding Feng looked at him, puzzled, but didn't say anything.

I am Zhang Tiangbao, a freshman martial arts major. I admire your written results, and no one can match you, but you should use martial arts to speak up in the martial arts association. The first freshman in history, the Vice President, is not from our martial arts faculty, so I am not convinced.

Ding Feng said: "The martial arts department is a professional, the association is amateur, why did you come to the association to join in the excitement? Don't you all only train as coaches in the association? "

"Who says that a coach can't become vice president?"

"What you say is reasonable. The association wants to coordinate the students of the martial arts department to become coaches. There should be a vice president, but are you, a freshman, able to coordinate the seniors of the two departments?"

"I want to challenge you!" Zhang Tiangbao started to gnash his teeth. Why did this person not understand his meaning?

"Forget it, a freshman can also be responsible for coordinating the freshman students from the martial arts department to help out. I'll talk to the president about it later and give you a vice president position as well." Ding Feng answered absent-mindedly.

"I don't want to be a Vice Chairman, I want to challenge you, challenge you! Do you understand? I want to challenge you ~ ~ ~ "Zhang Tiangbao howled madly at the sky, and the nearby leaves even trembled and washed up. After that, he only saw Ding Feng's disappearing back and heard a sentence," Vice president, what's so good about that?

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