Zhiling City, Xihe street.


    The sun has just risen and many people have gathered in the street. On the contrary, all the vendors who usually set up stalls in the street seem to have made an appointment. None of them showed up today.


    Residents near Xihe Street are used to this day: the day of signing up for the annual point soul conference in Zhiling district.


    Zhiling District point soul conference has only one condition for applicants: they must be students of the college. Although the college has no mandatory provisions on the age of students, most of them are young men and women under the age of 20. At this time, from the street to the end of the street, there are vibrant faces.


    Many people came here last night and waited here all night. At this time, they are still looking forward to it in high spirits. For too many people, the point spirit conference is enough to change their life trajectory. Those who are unknown may become famous on the mainland; Those who are despised may attract attention. Being an official, getting rich, having stronger power, standing at the peak of life... May become a reality.


    But the first thing to do is: win, keep winning.


    Competition is cruel.


    According to the point soul list set up by the point soul club, there are only 50 in total. Now, just as the sun rises, the people gathered in the streets can be counted as thousands. This is just the beginning. The registration of the point spirit conference lasts for three days. Every year, more than 10000 college students come to register.


    No threshold, only identity. With such easy registration conditions, many junior college students will come to join the fun. The newborn calves are fearlessly signing the life and death forms one by one.


    At this time, there are few minutes left before the registration starts. On the special registration platform in Xihe square, all kinds of things have been prepared. Finally, basket after basket of point soul waist tags moved onto the stage.


    Each point soul waist token has an exclusive number. After getting the waist token, you will officially become a member of the point soul conference. I hope it will be completely ignited at this moment.


    The time was counting down, and all the teenagers had wide eyes, looking forward to that moment. They seem to have set a starting line in front of them. From this moment, they have to compete and run.


    The people in charge of registration on the stage have been seated one by one. It''s not time yet, but a casual "start" has been uploaded from the stage.


    The sound is not loud and there is no stirring force, but it is very clear, from the street to the end of the street, ensuring that everyone in the street can hear it.


    Those who abide by the time did not react at all at this time, but more people have immediately rushed to the stage.


    Strength, speed. This is just the registration, which has been shown. Many people were hit and almost fell, but the people on the stage just looked at it calmly and had no intention of maintaining order.


    Soon, an agile teenager was the first to fall on the registration platform.


    "I, sign up!" He said proudly.


    The first registration has no practical significance. It''s just a beautiful lottery. He was willing to fight for this. He stood silently for a day and a night in the nearest position near the registration desk in this street. What he was waiting for was this moment.


    Because he wants to be number one.


    From the time you sign up, you have to be the first until you win the first place in the point list.


    And now he has a perfect start.


    "College, name." The man sitting in front of him seemed completely unable to feel his excitement and joy, and asked without raising his head.


    Bang!


    A dull noise.


    The sound of his fist hitting his body.


    The young man who took the first place quickly flew out. The young man who was rushed up next, who was not tall but very strong, punched him and flew.


    "Cangkong college, Zhao Gang!" He answered the question just before him.


    The person in charge of registration still didn''t look up. It seemed that he didn''t hear the fist ring. It seemed that he didn''t know that the first teenager who rushed to the stage had been beaten away.


    Cangkong college, Zhao Gang.


    He immediately recorded the name, then took out one from the whole basket of waist tags around him, looked at it and threw it in front of Zhao Gang.


    2921. He wrote after Zhao Gang''s name.


    Zhao Gang, who successfully got the waist token, also saw the number 2921 on the back of the waist token.


    "Why not one!" He asked, a little angry.


    "Who told you it would be one?" The person in charge of the registration finally raised his head and finally looked at the person in front of him, but his eyes soon bypassed him and soon fell on another person who rushed onto the stage behind Zhao Gang.


    "College, name." He still said so. Zhao Gang had become air in front of him.


    "I''m the first to sign up. Of course, it should be number one!" Zhao Gang may not be so persistent about the first on this number, but the other party''s indifferent attitude makes him extremely unhappy. He is in cangkong college, which is a very famous number one. This time, he made a special trip to Zhiling city in Zhiling district to participate in the spirit gathering, which is to


    Bang!


    A dull noise.


    It was very similar to the previous sound. It was also a strong sound, with a fist hitting the body.


    Zhao Gang didn''t even get the idea out of his mind. His body had already flown out. He didn''t even know where it came from or who it was. He flew out of the registration desk, then fell to the ground and fell all over the dust, but his left hand had subconsciously covered his right shoulder. Then he saw as like as two peas who had been punched by him before, and just fell on his side, and he was exactly the same posture, covering the same position.


    The position of the attack is exactly the same, and the distance of the blow is also exactly the same. If this punch is not intentional, who believes it?


    "Who is it?" Zhao Gang stood up angrily from the ground. His fighting ability seemed quite good.


    On the stage, a girl in red was standing in front of the registration table.


    Everyone will look at Zhao Gang here and the girl on the stage.


    "Pick the wind college, Su Tang." The girl was talking and didn''t look at Zhao Gang.


    Was it the thin little girl who punched herself away? Zhao Gang was unbelievable, but he looked at the faces of others. It seemed that it was true. Although the emotions in their eyes were different, they at least told him the same thing. It was the little girl who blew him away.


    The waist token of the same system was thrown in front of Su Tang. She picked it up and asked, "can you sign up for others?"


    "No." The opposite person still answered without raising his head.


    Su Tang looked regretful, turned back and shook his head in the crowd below, and then walked down from one side of the registration desk.


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    Ah, it''s past twelve o''clock. Hurry up and show it to you first. Then, let''s see it tomorrow morning!