newbobooks Chapter 304 Captain
Chapter 304 Captain
Those who can enter the martial arts hall are those who have appropriate martial arts values among this group of people, and the fact that they can get in means that they are not much worse than others, and many of them are self-proclaimed geniuses.
Whenever they mentioned competition, they were all full of confidence and did not think they were incapable of doing so. Even when looking at the weak independent cultivators, they would smile and, if asked, would tactfully vote for themselves - no matter how polite they appeared, they all wanted to be the captain in their hearts.
Monks are born to "compete" on the road, competing for resources, opportunities, and status...
Thus, the negotiations between the team members began.
"As for the captain, it should naturally be the one with the highest cultivation level." This is the one with the highest cultivation level in the team.
"Of course it is important for a captain to be able to make decisions, but it is not enough to just have high martial arts skills." This is someone who thinks he is smart and has an advantage.
"I think being a captain requires social skills, otherwise how can you get opportunities for the team?" This is smooth and good at getting along with everyone.
"With Dharma, friends, wealth and land, what else does our team have to worry about with spirit stones?!" Well, this is someone with "cash" ability, and he is clearly canvassing for votes for himself.
Anyway, each person has his own reasons.
Many people with high cultivation levels want to win over others with their fists and break all laws with one force, but the Common People Alliance does not allow it. They can only argue with their teammates about how suitable they are, and some of them get angry.
Three days is no more, no less. It all depends on who is capable. No matter whether the team members are convinced in their hearts or not, at least someone must be able to convince the others.
Wang Yanzhi and Yu Shuoyang both looked determined to win, and they even asked Wu Feipeng for permission to have a private "just enough" sparring match. Both of them came back with bruised faces and cold faces - it was obvious that after beating each other up, they still failed to "convince" the other.
Several other teammates also got involved in their affairs. Fu Xiangxing pulled Yan Zhou and Zhang Miao to ask who was suitable, as if he wanted to be a team member. Yan Zhou watched the fun and said that he would not be the captain either. He also instigated the two people to canvass for votes, which showed the first sign of his bad taste.
Zhang Miao shook his head: "Two idiots, do you really think you can convince others by just talking, appealing to emotions and reasoning? These two in the team are not simple.
They must have already made up their mind, otherwise they wouldn't have specifically told their two competitors that they didn't want to be captain and hinted that they could vote - if they really wanted to just vote, I wouldn't tell them.
Fu Xiangxing's original intention was to curry favor, but Yan Zhou was simply fanning the flames.
Zhang Miao did not express his opinion. Looking at Wang Yanzhi and Yu Shuoyang who were getting more and more angry, he kindly reminded them: "You won't get anything by making such a big fuss."
Wang Yanzhi and Yu Shuoyang: "Anyway, the captain cannot be Yu Shuoyang/Wang Yanzhi!"
It seems that the situation can no longer be explained by the position of "captain".
Zhang Miao: “…” Forget it, as long as they are happy, he doesn’t understand, but he respects them.
Three days later, at the registration office, the registered disciple asked: "Who is the captain of your group?"
Fu Xiangxing and Yan Zhou said in unison: "Zhang Miao."
What does it mean when a mantis stalks a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind? Both of them were dumbfounded, but Zhang Miao looked calm.
Zhang Miao is the most suitable one. He climbed up from the status of an outer sect disciple and has seen the fickleness of human nature and the vicissitudes of the world. He is worldly-wise but not worldly-wise. He has a stable mood. As a disciple of the Discipline Hall, he can control himself and is naturally well-behaved. I don't know about other things, but at least he can convince others for now.
Therefore, Zhang Miao didn't need to care about anything. No matter how Wang Yanzhi and Yu Shuoyang competed, as long as Fu Xiangxing and Yan Zhou were not fools, they would not choose a captain who would be a burden if they wanted to develop well in the Cangsheng League. So from the beginning, Zhang Miao's position as captain was set in stone.
Wang Yanzhi was puzzled and felt as if he was making wedding dresses for others. Yu Shuoyang was okay, as he knew something about the plan. He just snorted, realized the reason, regretted being humiliated by Wang Yanzhi's impulsiveness, and frowned.
They vividly demonstrated what it means to be brainless and unhappy.
Fu Xiangxing might be trying to please everyone. Although he was calculating, it was still acceptable. But when Yan Zhou did the same thing later...
Tsk, a smiling tiger-like guy with a very evil heart, Yu Shuoyang pondered and clicked his tongue at Yan Zhou. The other party heard the noise, raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
Lu Wensheng had nothing to do, so he went to the martial arts hall to check on Wu Feipeng. The others only dared to say hello, but Zhang Miao went over to talk to him. Wang Yanzhi immediately followed, and his previous depression had disappeared - it's good that the captain is from the Discipline Hall!
"Brother!"
"Junior Brother Zhang Miao?"
Lu Wensheng knew the other party. He was originally an outer sect disciple. When the other party was promoted to an inner sect disciple, he went to see him. He thought he was a good seedling and secretly planned to trick him sometime to recruit him into the Discipline Hall. He didn't expect that he has become a member of the Discipline Hall now.
Zhang Miao was sharp-eyed and noticed the accessories on Lu Wensheng's waist. The smile in his eyes became even more intense. A group of teammates who were climbing up the pole behind him didn't notice him.
"Wow, Zhang Miao can actually laugh?"
"I thought he was naturally aloof."
Wang Yanzhi and Yu Shuoyang were whispering without avoiding people. Zhang Miao's face instantly tensed and his ears turned red.
Lu Wensheng kept smiling, pretending not to notice Zhang Miao's embarrassment. He greeted other people with a friendly tone, giving Zhang Miao enough face.
"You are Zhang Miao's teammates, right?"
This was a rare opportunity, so everyone hurriedly introduced themselves. However, Wang Yanzhi's rather clever mouth was unable to speak, and he stared at Lu Wensheng, wondering if the other party still remembered him.
"I have something else to do...Fellow Daoist Wang, let's sign the portrait next time."
Lu Wensheng turned around and took two steps, noticed Wang Yanzhi's senior brother, smiled and winked at him before leaving.
Wang Yanzhi: I died without any regrets for my family.
Zhang Miao was a little curious: "What do you mean by signing a portrait?"
Speaking of Lu Wensheng, Wang Yanzhi was no longer sleepy. Explanation was not enough. He directly took out the portraits on the storage ring and showed them to the other party one by one. Zhang Miao couldn't let it go.
There is such a good thing?! Do the senior brothers and sisters and the former outer sect fellows know about it? Zhang Miao plans to ask them when he returns, and recommend it to others at the same time - their homework also has the annotations of the senior brothers, isn't it more valuable?
No wonder there are still disciples asking about the Discipline Hall's homework. I thought these people were bored, but is this really the case? Are they doing the same thing?
Lu Wensheng didn't know that his new followers were about to be born. He leisurely toured the Cangsheng League and finally planned to go back to the Discipline Hall to take a look - he should treat new disciples like Zhang Miao equally and show them care as he did to Wu Feipeng and the others in the past.
He had just finished his work and sat back in his office when Tang He came in with some fruit.
"I came back to take a look, and I didn't expect that my senior brother is back too. Senior brother, have some spiritual fruit!"
Tang He delivered the fruit and went out humming a song. Lu Wensheng looked at the spiritual fruit and felt that it seemed a little bigger than the ones he had eaten before, and there were some differences, and there were only a few of them.
"New varieties?"