Since the revival of Reiki three hundred years ago, human civilization has experienced the era of stone, bronze, steam, electricity, and the Internet, and has entered the age of martial arts.

Glory!

Wealth!

Strength!

As long as you become a warrior, these will be at your fingertips.

DY City.

No. 3 Middle School!

Today, three hundred years after the revival of Reiki, schools that used to only teach cultural classes have also added martial arts courses!

On the playground at this time, there are students who are taking martial arts classes standing on piles and boxing!

The sound of hey ha is endless, so lively!

Of course, even after entering the martial arts civilization, the knowledge accumulated by mankind for thousands of years of history has not been abandoned, and those former knowledge are still the most brilliant pearls of human civilization!

Therefore, in the bright teaching building, the students are still concentrating on learning.

Two classes in three years

As a liberal arts student with no martial arts talent, the third year of high school is a fateful year for these students.

Only when you are admitted to university will you have a decent job and have the ability to change the fate of the next generation.

If they fail, the next generation will repeat their fate!

Therefore, each student's desk was filled with walled books, and they listened attentively to the teacher's lecture on the podium.

Keep writing and scratching in your notes!

Well~~~

There are exceptions, after all, just like the sunrise and sunset, the creature of the scumbag will survive strong no matter what era it is!

As written in the lyrics, the teacher's chalk on the blackboard is still desperately chattering and writing, waiting for the end of class and waiting for the end of school!

The only thing the scumbag looks forward to in school is to get out of school.

And the reason why I came to school may be to make up for the sleep I missed the night before due to playing games!

"Huh~Huh~Huh~"

In the quiet classroom, this sudden snoring sound is so obvious and piercing!

The students who were listening to the class couldn't help but turn around skillfully to look at the figure who was sleeping sweetly on the desk.

"Smack"

On the podium, the head teacher Lao Yang's forehead was bulging, his fingers were forced, and the chalk on his fingertips was suddenly broken into two.

Then with a flick of the arm, like a precision-guided missile, the broken chalk hit the sleeping boy's head with unmistakable accuracy!

It has nothing to do with the revival of the aura, depending on each teacher, there is a ghostly body method that appears at the back door of the classroom at any time, and a hand of hidden weapons without false hair.

Chalk, chalk, textbooks, and triangular rulers can be used as hidden weapons, and those who are proficient in Taoism can even use compasses as hidden weapons!

"Smack"

The chalk hit the top of the boy's head with a crisp sound.

The classmates in the classroom all subconsciously grinned, and this sound hurts!

The boy rubbed his head, then looked at the head teacher with sleepy eyes, and asked naturally and smoothly, "Lao Yang, what time is it!"

Homeroom Teacher Lao Yang: (* ̄〈 ̄)

Pointing to the door of the classroom and roaring, "Zhang Hao, get out of here!"

"Hahaha!"

The students in the classroom burst into laughter!

The senior year of high school is full of pressure, and only this scene that happens every day in front of them can bring them a little bit of pleasure! Zhang Hao, who had expected it for a long time, began to organize his schoolbag before he spoke.

"See you in the afternoon. Carrying his school bag, he greeted the head teacher warmly, and then left the classroom.

As for why you want to see you in the afternoon, it's because there is a martial arts class that must be taken this afternoon.

If you run away from the cultural class, you can't dare to go to the martial arts class! If you really want to be the teaching director, the sixteen-pack abs can't be furnished!

Looking at those classmates practicing martial arts on the playground, Zhang Hao's eyes were faintly envious.

In this era of martial arts, who doesn't want to be a martial artist.

But he doesn't touch the wealth and talent of the Taoist law, what kind of martial arts can he take!

Man!

Say hello to the security guard at the door and leave the school.

After thinking about it, I walked to the bus stop.

When he came to the site, just like a white-collar worker who never knew what to eat at noon, Zhang Hao was also puzzled.

Shall I go home? or should I go online?

"Smack"

Light a cigarette and get into deep thought!

After a while, Zhang Hao, who was burned by the soot to the point that his fingers were burned, woke up from his contemplation.

Then I found that I didn't know when, there were a bunch of people gathered in front of the bus stop.

Zhang Hao blinked.

Happy!

It's lively to watch!

Extinguish the cigarette butt, and then squeeze into the crowd like a fish.

Squeezed in to take a look, and found that it was an old lady who had fallen to the ground!

I don't know if it's because of heat stroke, or if I fell down with bad legs and feet, and I let out a painful moan* from my mouth, and I couldn't get up.

There were quite a few people around, but they were all chirping and talking, and no one dared to step forward to help the old man up.

There's no way, who has revived Turre's aura for three hundred years, but the business of touching porcelain hasn't disappeared yet.

After all, there are humanitarian considerations!

These people are ordinary people, and if this old lady really touches porcelain, it will be a sudden disaster, which will make the already not rich family even worse.

Although Zhang Hao smoked and skipped class to go online, he was still a simple teenager!

So looking at the old man lying on the road, I couldn't help but feel a little unbearable!

And there is also spring in the sheep herding class, and the gangsters also have time to feed stray cats.

If he Zhang Hao rescues the old man who has fallen, he may be able to change his character as a scumbag and walk to the peak of his life!

Of course, the most important thing is that he is a poor student and is not afraid of falsehood!

Do whatever comes to mind, this is the attitude of the post-90s generation!

Zhang Hao pulled the people around him away: "Get up, don't follow around, the old lady should be starved of oxygen for a while!"

An eldest sister passing by saw that Zhang Hao was going to help the elderly, and kindly comforted: "Child, the eldest sister has no malice, but now helping the elderly is a dangerous job, you can think clearly, this is not monitored!"

Hearing that there was no monitoring, Zhang Hao couldn't help but pause, but how could a man's decision be given up because of a few words!

He waved his hand and said, "It's okay! I'm not afraid!" he stepped forward to help the old man up!

"Grandma, are you alright?"

The old man's skinny hand patted Zhang Hao's hand, and said with tears in his eyes: "Good boy! You are a good boy! There are not many brave good children like you now!"

"Don't worry, child, grandma is not the bad guy who touches porcelain. ”

Seeing that Zhang Hao helped the old lady up safely, there was a burst of warm applause around him!

It looked like Zhang Hao had overcome some great difficulty.

The surrounding crowd immediately praised the harmonious and beautiful scene in front of them!

"This old lady is awesome!

"It's just that there aren't many good old ladies like this now!"

"This old lady deserves to be learned by all the old people!"

Zhang Hao: "???"

What does this mean?

I lifted this old lady up!!

What are you praising her for!

Praise me!

Praise me!!

It seems that hearing Zhang Hao's heart, someone remembers him as a simple and kind student!

The eldest sister who spoke before: "Phew, what are you talking about, it's this student who is great! He's the one worth learning!"

"Learn from this old lady!

"Hahaha," the crowd laughed.

"That's it, now this kind of stupid and bold student is gone!"

"Then again, if you don't study in the classroom at this time, what is this kid hanging out on the street?"

"I saw him smoking just now, he doesn't look like a good student!"

Zhang Hao: "......"

If you praise me, it's over, why are you so suspicious!

The crowd around him said everything, but whether he was a good student or not, they all affirmed that this was a kind and good boy!

It's a lot, but it's not that long at all!

At this time, Zhang Hao was still helping the old lady to walk to the chair at the bus stop.

"Ding Dong!"

Suddenly, Zhang Hao

A strange voice appeared in his head, and then he rolled his eyes unconscious.

looked at Zhang Hao who had fainted.

Old Lady: "......"

Onlookers: "......"

"You can't do that, kid! You can't lie to the old lady!"