Qian Xunji waved his hand, "You can just recruit them, as long as they are suitable."
"What about the tuition? And the teacher's salary, how much is better?"
Qian Xunji glanced at Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong thought for a while and asked, "What do you think?"
Flender showed a shrewd look, "Of course the cheaper the better."
Hearing this, Bibi Dong refused, "No, Spirit Hall didn't build the college to make money."
"It's about allowing more children to read and learn. This is the goal."
"The tuition fees are set too high, and those families who really need help will not be able to come."
Qian Xunji nodded, "It's not good if it's too cheap, otherwise the teacher won't take it too seriously."
Flender was stunned for a moment, then nodded and pushed up his glasses.
"What you are saying is that if tuition fees are low, teachers' remuneration will not be able to keep up. If their remuneration cannot keep up, their motivation will be affected."
He picked up the pen on the table, wrote a few numbers on a blank piece of paper, crossed them out, wrote them again, crossed them out again...
"Then it will be... this number?"
"The tuition fee is 20% lower than that of other colleges on the market, and the teachers are 20% higher than the market price. This can not only attract students, but also ensure the teachers' salary."
Qian Xunji looked at the numbers on the paper, Martial Soul Academy tuition fee is five Gold Soul Coin for one semester, Scholarship Academy is five Silver Soul Coin for one semester.
"Okay, let's do this."
Flender Fold the piece of paper and stuff it into your arms.
Two days later, Martial Soul Academy and Scholarship Academy were officially opened.
Before dawn, there was already a long queue on the street outside Spirit City.
Parents came from all directions, holding their children and carrying luggage.
Some people even set out from home at three in the morning and walked for two hours.
Some people arrived yesterday, stayed in a hotel in the city for one night, and got up before dawn to queue up.
The queue stretched from the entrance of the college to the end of the street, twisting and turning like a long dragon with no tail.
Some of the children were yawning, some were rubbing their eyes, some were sleeping on their parents' shoulders, and a few of them were in good spirits and were chasing and playing in the team. They were dragged back by their parents, given a few words of scolding, and then stood back obediently.
The admission requirements for the Martial Soul Academy are posted on the notice boards on both sides of the gate, clearly written in black and white.
The youngest is eleven years old, and Soul Power Level has reached level fifteen.
The test content includes Soul Power Level test, Martial Soul test, physical strength test, reaction test, and Soul Skill usage test.
Among them, the rating standards of the physical strength test are different according to the Martial Soul type.
For example, Battle Soul Master has the highest requirements, and the auxiliary system is relatively loose.
This is the plan that Flender and Qian Xunji discussed for several rounds before settling on it.
It is necessary to ensure the quality of students, but not to set the threshold too high to discourage people.
At that time, Flender originally wanted to raise the requirement to level 20. His reason was very good - Spirit Hall's academy cultivates elites and monsters, not ordinary Soul Master who just make up for the numbers.
Qian Xunji was drinking tea at the time. After hearing this, he put down his cup, glanced at him, and said only one sentence.
"Geniuses cultivating geniuses is not the purpose of the academy."
"The responsibility of the academy is to train ordinary children into extraordinary Soul Master."
Flender was silent for a long time, crumpled up the written plan, threw it into the wastebasket, and wrote a new one.
Level 15, this is his final concession.
The square was full of people, some were happy and some were worried.
The children who completed all the tests happily received their admission notice and walked into the school gate accompanied by their parents.
The children who had not seen it lowered their heads, some had red eyes, some cried loudly, and their parents sighed beside them.
A chubby little boy was turned away because Soul Power was only level thirteen. He stood in front of the sign and looked at it for a long time, then turned around and walked to the corner, squatted down, and buried his face in his knees.
His father walked over and patted him on the shoulder. He raised his head, tears welling up in his eyes, but he refused to fall.
"Dad, I will definitely reach level 13 next year."
His father nodded, took his hand and left.
At the same time, Qian Xunji held Qian Renxue's little hand and shuttled through Training Ground.
Her little head was spinning around. She had never seen those testing instruments before.
Father and daughter came to Physical Strength Testing Area.
On Soul Fighting Platform, a boy in his teens was standing in front of Strength Tester. With enough energy, he punched the test target. The number on the screen jumped a few times and stopped at "287"
The teacher next to him took a look and shook his head.
"Insufficient strength, next one."
The boy's mother took his hand and left. The boy looked back at the machine, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
Qian Renxue pulled Qian Xunji's hand and raised his face.
"Dad, I want to try that."
Qian Xunji shook his head, "No, that test is for children over eleven years old. You are too young."
Qian Renxue pouted, grabbed his palm with both hands, and shook it.
"Just give it a try, it'll be fine once."
"No."
Qian Renxue's mouth is pouted higher and can hang an oil bottle.
"Dad, please..."
How can Qian Xunji stand up to this act of coquettishness?
"Okay, then you give it a try."
After saying that, he bent down and picked up Qian Renxue and walked towards Soul Fighting Platform.
Soul Fighting Platform is a circular platform half a meter above the ground in the center of Training Ground, with various testing equipment placed on it and surrounded by students and parents waiting for testing.
Qian Xunji walked next to Strength Tester and waved to the teacher who was recording information.
The teacher was a man in his thirties, wearing a pair of round glasses and holding a pen and a thick notebook in his hand.
When he saw Qian Xunji, he quickly put down his pen and trotted over.
"Dean Your Majesty, what's the matter?"
Qian Xunji put Qian Renxue down from his arms and let her stand on the ground.
"I'll test my daughter later."
The teacher lowered his head and glanced at Qian Renxue, pushed up his glasses, and looked at Qian Xunji again to confirm that he was not joking.
"She? She's only two years old, right?"
Qian Renxue raised his head, put his hands on his hips, and raised his small chest, "Don't underestimate me."
Hearing this, the teacher looked at Qian Xunji suspiciously.
Qian Xunji nodded. After receiving the agreement, the test teacher turned and walked towards Strength Tester, muttering as he walked.
"Testing strength at the age of two, where should I write it in the record book..."
Qian Renxue walked up to Soul Fighting Platform with his short legs.
When the students who were queuing up in the audience saw her, they were stunned for a moment, and then started whispering to each other.
"Who is that child? How did he get up there?"
"Did you go to the wrong place?"
A boy of fourteen or fifteen years old crossed his arms and curled his lips in disdain.
"I guess some parent brought their little sister here to play."
The people next to me started laughing, but no one took it seriously.
What can a child under two years old do?