The classroom of the seventh class of the third year of high school.

It was recess, and there was a cacophony of voices in the class. Some students discussed the topic, and some students argued about some knowledge points.

Third row by the window.

After moving the table and chair several times, Han Dong sat in the third row by the window again.

"There are five grades of martial arts, which can be rebuilt. ”

His heart flowed with satisfaction and joy, and he looked out the window...... Looking at the junior students running and exercising on the green playground, and looking at the fitness activity building where they practiced martial arts, their thoughts gradually drifted into the distance.

For now, he can be a little easier, anyway, he will be admitted to Chongben University, and there is no suspense.

But Han Dong asked himself: Are you willing? Is he satisfied with just the five-grade martial arts grade?

Returning from rebirth, and with a magical gray air flow in his body, Wupin is definitely not his peak limit! In this life, he doesn't want to get by, let alone perfunctory.

Fate doesn't want to overwhelm you.

Especially whether it is the fifth grade or the third grade, there is no essential difference, and there is no meaning in the face of those demons and monsters, and it cannot be stopped.

"Whew. ”

Han Dong exhaled slowly, gradually realizing it. If you want to accomplish your ultimate goal, keep your family reunited, and protect their lives safe, you must have firm faith and never stop fighting.

Don't let up, don't stop.

"First the target seven, then the target five. I have accomplished both of these goals. Why don't you hesitate to set yourself a third goal - three products!"

Han Dong had a smile on the corner of his mouth and looked out the window.

......

Gu Yuanliang, who was on the side, flipped through the books at will, bored, and glanced at Han Dong: "This guy doesn't know what's going on, and he has been distracted for a whole class." ”

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Since the beginning of March, Han Dong, who was originally a taciturn tablemate, has gradually become unfamiliar and has undergone earth-shaking changes.

But it's also a good thing.

"Hmph. ”

Gu Yuanliang secretly thought: "Those classmates who often target me, even if they look down on me in their hearts, are polite and no longer belittle me at will...... It's nice to have such a tablemate. ”

Notice.

A martial arts student, quite intimidating.

At this very moment.

Click!

Han Dong's right arm trembled suddenly, and there was an indiscretable running-in sound.

"Hmm...... The manifestation of musculoskeletal run-in. He withdrew his gaze from the playground, shook his arms twice, and frowned in thought: "The run-in period is too long. ”

"And. ”

"In the past five years, there have been no three-grade martial arts students in Suhe City, can I really reach the three-grade?"

Han Dong thought for a moment, shook his head and smiled: "But the whole world has never heard of anyone being reborn, let alone the magical ability similar to sucking gray air. ”

The experience of rebirth is unique.

The magical gray air currents are even more unheard of.

Han Dong gained some confidence, and took a few breaths lightly, nervous and longing: "If you can really reach the martial arts level of the third grade, you can be admitted to the school...... You can also reunite with her and be in the same school. ”

In a trance.

His mind flashed with that gentle back like water, and countless emotions filled his heart like colorful patterns.

Then.

A voice came from the door: "Han Dong, someone is looking for you." ”

"En?" Han Dong looked at the door, and the source of his voice was Li Ziwei, who was wearing a blue and white school uniform and had a delicate face.

He motioned for Gu Yuanliang to give way, walked along the table and chair passage, and walked to the door.

"Strange. He frowned, full of confusion: "I don't have any friends in this school, who can look for me." ”

In the blink of an eye, Han Dong strode to the door.

Li Ziwei's eyes were strange, she looked at Han Dong carefully, and without saying a word, she returned to her first row seat.

"What's the situation?"

Han Dong blinked, and then saw a pretty Zhang Hao standing at the door of the class, leaning against the wall with his hands behind his back, his delicate face timid, as if he was a little nervous.

"Zhang Hao, what's wrong. ”

Han Dong hurriedly walked out of the door, frowning, and said, "Zong Kaixuan still dares to trouble you?"

"No, no!"

Zhang Hao was standing nervously and hurriedly waved his hand.

In the three years of high school, she came to the outside class for the first time to find someone, and she was still a boy, even if she had no other thoughts, she always felt apprehensive.

"Oh, here you go. ”

Like a little rabbit, Zhang Hao glanced left and right, and handed out two Qingfeng paper towels hidden behind him, a total of twenty packs, and the words 'Pure Logs' were printed on them.

Han Dong was stunned.

He felt a trace of warmth in his heart, smiled, and took two tissues: "I'm not polite to you, don't think about taking it back." ”

"Cut, it was meant to be given to you. Zhang Hao smiled: "My dad bought three boxes of Qingfeng paper towels, which were specially prepared for me." You use it first, and then give it to you when it's gone, but don't wipe your face with toilet paper again. ”

said.

She pursed her lips in disgust.

"Haha. ”

Han Dong couldn't help but be happy.

"Okay, I have to go back to class later, I'll go back first. Zhang Hao waved his hand, then turned to leave.

"Yes. ”

Han Dong answered, quietly watching Zhang Hao's pretty back, and disappeared at the staircase.

......

The first row in the classroom.

Li Ziwei glanced at Han Dong who walked back to the classroom, and shook her head secretly.

After the failure of the last advice, she already understood that she could not persuade Han Dong to embark on this astray path of martial arts. The little regret and regret in my heart is gone.

"After all, we are not one world, and it is difficult to be friends. ”

"After the college entrance examination, you can probably only be admitted to ordinary universities. And I was admitted to the school. Two completely different life trajectories, high judgments. ”

Li Ziwei pursed her lips.

Crash.

She gently flipped through the political notebook resting on the table, stared at her beautiful handwriting, and recited important knowledge points with full attention.

Sometimes I close my beautiful eyes and meditate in my heart, and sometimes I flip through the wrong question book and browse the content of the next page.

......

The third row against the wall.

Gu Yuanliang stared at Han Dong closely, he walked to the podium curiously just now and saw the exchange between Han Dong and the pretty girl at the same table.

"Tsk. ”

He looked at Han Dong, followed by a glance at the two breezy tissues resting on the table, and was a little envious: "You are silent, you actually hooked up with such a beautiful girl." ”

Han Dong shook his head: "What a hookup, we're just friends." ”

"Oh. Gu Yuanliang sneered, not believing it at all: "It's just a friend? Send a breeze tissue? There is no pure friendship between boys and girls." ”

Han Dong smiled lightly: "That's because you don't want to be pure." ”

Hear the words.

Gu Yuanliang sighed.

If Xu Churan could give him a gift, even if it was just a tissue...... It's a pity that this should just be a false fantasy.

After being silent for a while, he continued to ask, "That girl is in the thirty-second class of high school?"

Han Dong picked up two tissues, put them in the desk, looked at Gu Yuanliang, and was a little puzzled: "How do you know." ”

"Hey, hey. Gu Yuanliang was happy and said in a low voice: "Although our school does not have a school flower class competition, we don't engage in those boring things." can count the third grade of high school, and there are only a handful of beautiful girls. The girl who gives you tissues belongs to the very beautiful type of science class, and it can be called a class flower. ”

He sighed twice.

glanced at the back table imperceptibly, it was the evening self-study period, and Xu Churan, who was an art student, had already left early.

Gu Yuanliang squeezed his eyebrows and whispered: "Our most beautiful girls are Li Ziwei and Xu Churan." They are well-deserved class flowers. ”

"Boring. ”

Han Dong tugged at the corners of his mouth.

What is the class flower, school flower...... These gimmicks are all nouns in film and television works, how can a normal high school have such a ridiculous evaluation, just thinking about it, I feel embarrassed and inexplicable.

I'm afraid that only aristocratic schools will evaluate these.

——

Time flies.

Since reaching the martial arts level of the fifth grade, Han Dong has not slackened, still squeezing out all the time to practice the anode pile, and the search for gray air flow is also more accurate and more proficient.

It's like getting better.

Suhe City's People's Square, major parks, and some commemorative venues...... Gardens, well-known scenic spots, and places of interest left in ancient times...... Streets that have never been renovated...... Han Dong is all in these places.

Look around, and never stop.

By the end of April, Han Dong had harvested 32 traces of gray airflow, all of which were integrated into his body, enhancing his physical fitness in an all-round way, and greatly reducing the run-in period of muscles and bones.

Of course, thanks to the auxiliary cooperation of anode piles.

Otherwise, it is difficult to shorten the musculoskeletal run-in period.

Notice.

The nine grades of martial arts are mainly based on enhancing physical fitness, and the moves are secondary. As long as you learn a profound pile skill, you don't need to bother to train your body's strength, nor do you need to polish your body's toughness and flexibility.

A pile of work is crucial.

If you want to obtain advanced pile skills, it is extremely difficult, even if you spend a lot of money to buy, you have to have channels.

......

Time flies, it is April 23, less than 50 days before the college entrance examination.

It was Saturday and during the evening self-study period, and the third row by the window of the seventh class of the senior high school classroom.

"Han Dong!"

Gu Yuanliang lay pitifully on the table, looked at Han Dong, and muttered in a low voice: "Our friendship at the same table for so many years is really rare. ”

Han Dong was thinking about where to go tomorrow to find the gray air current, and suddenly rolled his eyes, not knowing what Gu Yuanliang was crazy about.

There is no need to go to school on Sundays.

He had a whole day to look for the gray airflow. If you're lucky, you might be able to harvest four or five traces of gray air.

"At the same table. ”

"My good table mate...... Model ...... at the same table" Gu Yuan looked at Han Dong brightly: "The fourth test is going to be taken next Saturday, I feel very uncomfortable and desperate." ”

The fourth test?

Han Dong was stunned, he was exhausted from practicing martial arts during this time, and he didn't have the heart to think about other things at all. He almost forgot that he was still a senior high school student who was about to take the college entrance examination and needed to face the exam.

"Alas. ”

He said speechlessly: "Don't worry, I will be the first in the final exam next week, and you will honestly stay in the second position." ”

Gu Yuanliang's eyes lit up, and he raised his head suddenly, as if the black and white painting scroll had turned into a colorful picture: "Really?"

Han Dong was expressionless: "Really." ”

"Same table!" Gu Yuanliang hurriedly turned sideways, wiped his school uniform pants with both palms, and hurriedly held Han Dong's right palm, with tears in his eyes: "At the same table, you are a good person...... Good people will be rewarded!"

"A good man's life is safe!"