The next morning, Luo Xiang was almost late again. In fact, he got up very early, but he had been hesitating whether to wait for Fang Xiaoling to get up and have breakfast together before leaving. However, there was no sign of the door on the second floor opening. Before leaving, he also left a note for Fang Xiaoling, first, to tell her that he would be back at noon, and second, to teach her the specific use of the microwave oven. Thanks to the microwave oven latch that has been plugged in, otherwise he would have to start writing from the instructions for safe use of electricity.

There's no way, he still doesn't know what Fang Xiaoling knows about all kinds of common sense in modern society, if one of them doesn't get her electrocuted and injured, then he will die a hundred deaths.

Finally, he wrote on the back of the second sheet how to operate the television, saving her from being alone at home.

After doing all this, he ran out of the door as if he were flying.

He didn't know that just as he had just closed the courtyard door, the door of the outermost room on the second floor opened. Fang Xiaoling was wearing Luo Xiang's little sister's clothes, and Shi Shiran walked out of it. She glanced in the direction Luo Xiang had left and stretched comfortably. When I went downstairs, I saw the note he had left on the table, two full pages, with words on the front and back, and four or five gel pens that he couldn't control and pinched off next to them.

Fang Xiaoling only glanced at it twice, then threw the page aside—there were many words on it that she didn't recognize.

The third piece of paper below is revealed. Luo Xiang actually drew a picture of hot dishes in the microwave oven for her!

Fang Xiaoling stared blankly at the last piece of paper, looking at the childish figure drawn by Luo Xiang, and finally couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

In fact, no matter which grade of the microcomputer course is not arranged in the first class, but the teacher of the third middle school has to swipe his face to sign in the morning, and there are only three opportunities to make up the card in a month. Luo Xiang was known by the leaders yesterday, and he didn't dare to make up for it, so he could only count it as late.

Luo Xiang bowed slightly, and the face brushing machine "ding" gave a success prompt. At this time, someone behind him pinched his buttocks fiercely, and although he didn't feel any pain, Luo Xiang still jumped up like a frightened rabbit.

As a pure man, he took it for granted to jump at such times.

Jun Ge grinned and grinned: "Don't forget the night!" twisted his ass and left triumphantly.

Is there anything going on at night?

There were so many things that happened in one day yesterday that Luo Xiang couldn't remember any agreement between himself and Junge.

Today he only needs one class in the morning, and two in the afternoon, so he is very leisurely. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he decided to record all his current physical characteristics for analysis.

The first is height and weight...... Well, this one shouldn't change much.

Vital capacity...... This doesn't need to be measured, how can a dead person have lung capacity?

Heartbeat and pulse ...... Holy, what the hell am I doing?

Forgive him, he's done this kind of test for the first time in his life, and he doesn't have much experience.

According to Fang Xiaoling, now he is no different from a normal human except that he is unable to eat and excrete. Actually experiencing it, under the urging of the spirit spell, his heartbeat has been quite steady, although he can breathe, even if he doesn't do it, it doesn't have any effect.

He tested his strength in a corner of the playground, and when he threw a punch, half of his forearm was under the mud, in addition to the floor tiles becoming shattered.

This is a no-no...... He thought worriedly. There is no way to control it at all, in case he rubs his white and chubby little hand into a noodle when he shakes hands with the principal again, it will not just be a matter of deducting his salary, if the principal is affectionately responsible for the rest of his life, Luo Xiang feels that he is not as easy as being crushed to death the night before.

After the punch, there was not the slightest scar on the back of his fingers, but there was a slight dull pain. It seems that his physical endurance has also increased significantly, and at the same time, the sense of pain seems to be weakened. In order to verify this, he secretly found a paper cutter and stabbed it in the toilet against the back of his hand. At first, he didn't dare to exert himself, but after finding that there was no problem, he gradually increased his strength. As a result, it wasn't until the paper cutter rolled up that a small wound was left on the back of his hand. Of course, there was no blood flowing out of the wound, and under Luo Xiang's gaze, it healed directly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Has resilience also been greatly improved...... Luo Xiang made another note in the notebook, and then successfully folded his seventh gel pen into two, and the pen oil leaked his hand. When he came out of the bathroom, the two colleagues looked thoughtfully at the sticky and black patch on the back of his hand, and he decided not to explain.

Many people think that there is no physical education class in the third year of high school, and even if there is, all of them will be preempted by teachers of subjects such as language, mathematics and English, but in fact this is not the case. Since the education reform many years ago, the physical fitness test has become an important part of the Qilu college entrance examination.

In addition to the 12-point knowledge questions on the basic energy test paper, in April and May before the college entrance examination, students need to choose two of the three events of standing long jump, long-distance running and solid ball for testing. Solid balls can only be trained in physical education classes twice a week, and they are difficult, so most students choose the other two. Therefore, since the third year of high school, many students have developed the habit of running two laps on the playground before reading in the morning or after self-study in the evening.

But Yu Haiyao and Lu Weiwei are different, they choose the time before class at noon. They certainly have their reasons. Both of these girls are "choppy" types, and their beautiful bodies make them the center of attention, but at the same time, they also cause them a lot of trouble. Not to mention the ups and downs of the waves when running, it is inevitable that you will have to take a few breaths after running, and you will not be able to be calm. As soon as they appeared in the playground, the boys' thief eyes always looked over secretly, Lu Weiwei was better, Yu Haiyao could only hug her chest with a red face, but she didn't know that such a support was even more spectacular.

Once a group of boys talked about them rudely at the exit of the playground, which made Yu Haiyao angry and cried. Since then, Lu Weiwei has taken her to class at noon to exercise, and at this time there are the least people on the playground, and Yu Haiyao has gradually relaxed her heart.

The same is true today, with only five or six boys playing half-court football in the huge playground, and only a freshman boy in high school would have such a carefree attitude. There is only one person exercising on the track, and the figure is somewhat familiar, that is......

"Hey, Yaoyao. Lu Weiwei patted the friend next to her, "Isn't that Teacher Luo?"

The person who was running on the playground as if there was a big wolf chasing after him, who else could it be if it wasn't Luo Xiang?

"Wow, he's also practicing long-distance running?" Lu Weiwei blinked, "It's really fast, it's time to sprint, right?"

Indeed, it is a sprint, yes. But other people's sprints only rushed half a lap, but Luo Xiang's sprint never stopped.

When he maintained this speed and rushed for two laps, Lu Weiwei applauded him on the sidelines, and Yu Haiyao also clapped his hands a little restrainedly; when he rushed five laps, Lu Weiwei's smile was obviously a little stiff; by the time he rushed to the tenth lap, the two girls were already expressionless and unfazed.

At this time, Luo Xiang on the runway didn't notice that someone on the side was looking at him. He tried to test the body's physical limits, but no matter how much he ran, he didn't feel the slightest bit tired. It is natural that the corpse will not feel tired, but ...... Luo Xiang couldn't figure it out anyway, he didn't need to breathe, he didn't need to eat, where did the energy he needed get from in his body?

Yes, hundreds of years of human research on perpetual motion machines have been in vain, so wouldn't it be over if you just hire a spell master?

It took Luo Xiang a day to accept the reality that he was a dead man, he felt that his nerves were strong enough, and it was no problem to run a car on it, of course, the roller was still a little hanging.

But he doesn't set his worldview upside down. He felt that the science he originally knew was not completely separated from the spirituality that Fang Xiaoling said, and spirituality should also be a part of science, but the current level of human knowledge had not yet reached that level, and he had not been able to find the intersection with spirituality. When spirituality merges into science, a broader and more comprehensive science will be born.

Hasn't this been how it has developed since ancient times?

"Teacher Luo!"

Suddenly a shout from the side of the road startled Luo Xiang. At this time, he was running around the playground at a speed of 7 meters per second to make the twelfth lap of a uniform motion, this shout made his feet unstable, and he was thrown out like an invincible hot wheels by inertia.

Now it is known that Luo Xiang's weight is 60 kilograms, and the friction coefficient between the plastic runway and the sole is 0.8.

The answer is that it can't be calculated, because in the state of invincible Hot Wheels, Luo Xiang's whole body has a rolling friction with the runway, and it is of course useless to just count the soles.