The full name of the Martial Arts Academy is the Linjing General Court of the Great Xia Tian Wushu. It is divided into three departments: the lower court, the intermediate court, and the upper court, which correspond to the three levels of Body Tempering Realm, Acquired and Innate.

Lin Ye entered the second-level training class in the Lower Courtyard.

In fact, it is a short-term qi and blood training class specially designed for students from other places, which only lasts half a year.

Half a year later, no matter whether you advance or not, you can't continue to study.

Since they were all foreign students who came to Beijing for training due to their merits, the Martial Arts Academy specially arranged dormitories, and students were forced to stay.

Lin Ye's scalp was numb when he saw the dormitory.

There are eight beds in the room about 30 square meters.

I am in the small room next door. I go to the cafeteria to eat and take a medicine bath. There is a special bathroom and bathtub. There is no place to read and practice calligraphy in the room.

The conditions are too difficult, right?

Lin Ye complained secretly in his heart, but his expression was still indifferent, and his eyes didn't move at all.

The manager who led the way, his eyes wandered around Lin Ye's face, and asked tentatively: "Brother Lin, are you still satisfied with the environment?"

Lin Ye squeezed out two hoarse words from his throat—

“Very good.”

The manager curled his lips and thought to himself: Yes, he is another poor man from other places who can't squeeze out any good things!

I no longer expect anything, so I took Linye to handle all the chores perfunctorily.

Finally, he led Lin Ye to meet the coach of this class.
Chapter completed!