Mary Taylor
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After he came out from the southern area, Fang Ping was finally aware of the reason it was considered the essence of the university. If the southern area was destroyed, there would be no topography maps of the Catacombs, no place to forge weapons, no room to store resources... MCMAU would be no different from any other normal martial arts university; it would just have more grounds and fewer people. ... “The Catacombs...” During this period, this name had been constantly ringing in Fang…
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The southern area was not small. MCMAU’s land spanned 30 thousand mu; the southern area definitely exceeded 5000 mu. It was a vast expanse of space with very few buildings. Unlike other parts of the university, there were none of the usual classroom blocks or dormitories. Other than the coastline, which stretched as far as the eye could see, there were only a few scattered buildings in the southern area. By this time, Lu Fengrou had arrived in front of a tall building. She turned her head…
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Fang Ping was not too concerned with the progress of the club. For the time being, he was doing deliveries within the university compound. For a group of elite university students, doing something as trivial as this was really no trouble at all. Fang Ping did not need to keep things too formal. In reality, it was difficult to set constraints for these students anyway. They were not his workers nor did they receive any wages from him. Right now, they were all motivated by enthusiasm. Having too…
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Fang Ping had returned to his dormitory and was about to sit down to look at the club application forms when suddenly, there was a knock at his door. Upon opening the door and seeing Fu Changding and the others, Fang Ping asked rather impatiently, “Now what do you want? I’m busy.” “Fang Ping, tell us the truth. Why did you establish the club?” Fu Changding asked in genuine curiosity. He added, “Don’t worry, we promise we won’t say a word to anyone else.” “I’ve already told…
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New Students Dormitory Area. Fang Ping went to the Management Office to borrow a table. As he was looking around, he saw a familiar face all of a sudden and called hastily, “That... hey, Chubby!” Guo Sheng, who was dragging a large suitcase, raised his head. Upon noticing Fang Ping, he looked rather dazed. “You are...Old Guo...Guo Sheng, that’s it!” Fang Ping had almost forgotten the other party’s name, but at least did he manage to remember it at this moment. After addressing…
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In the instructors’ quarters, villa No. 8. MCMAU was indeed quite big. Fang Ping spent the majority of his day running around the school premises. He knocked on the door of villa No. 8. After a short wait, Lu Fengrou opened the door and greeted Fang Ping with a yawn. Fang Ping was actually quite curious about these high ranked martial artists. They all looked so sleepy all the time. Was it due to their busy schedules or the other way around, where they simply had nothing to do. At the…
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In the Prosperity Commercial Building. Fang Ping’s brow was furrowed. No one knew what was going on in his mind. Beside him, Li Chengze was also rather nervous, and afraid to speak. Fang Ping was currently considering what Li Chengze had just said. Ever since Distance Ltd had taken over the Rising East Company, its fast food outlets were now to be found in almost every normal higher education institutions in the university city. Although they did not earn much, their business was still…
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“Fang Ping, you’ve improved again. Does this mean that you have 520 credits now?” Old Man Li was full of bonhomie, chortling, “You’ve achieved Rank-2, you should have received your 100 credits...” Fang Ping interrupted, “Instructor Li, you even know I have 520 credits. With so many students here, do you really monitor everyone’s credits?” Old Man Li protested, displeased by the implication, “Let’s put it this way. As the instructor in charge of the logistics department, I…
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Bai Jinshan did not bother finding a spot for them to talk alone. He smiled as they walked downstairs. “I saw you at the championship. You did excellently.” “Thank you for the high praise, commander.” “I don’t know if you noticed this, Fang Ping, but this time around, the scheme for the formation of teams isn’t a national one, neither are the requirements for martial artists to undergo special training. “It’s only in a few provinces that the authorities are giving this a try.…
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The second-floor lobby. Fang Ping walked in with Tan Zhenping. In the lobby, When they entered the lobby, there were not many people around. There was maybe around thirty or forty of them congregated in the space. This was almost all the martial artists that Sun City could assemble. Naturally, this was not all of the martial artists from Sun City. After all, Sun City had a large population. However, there were a lot of martial artists that went to the big city without ever coming back. This…
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