After class, Zhu Wuneng ran to a Blue Star Internet café he frequented at home and abroad according to his earlier memories, and Zhu Wuneng instinctively wanted to make up for the knowledge of this vindictive world.

Li Guang at his front table looked at Zhu Wuneng's thin body and swayed into the Internet café again, and he felt angry, this has to be signed up for Douke, this kid is still going to mix Internet cafes, this is obviously hopeless for Douke.

"Come back quickly, you kid won't die, the next class is the class teacher Boss Zhao!"

Li Guang yelled behind Zhu Wuneng's buttocks, Zhu Wuneng only thought that Li Guang was farting, and the desire to learn in his heart now was definitely the first.

Zhu Wuneng ran all the way through the playground of No. 1 Middle School, completely ignoring an advertisement selling strong pills:

A strong pill, immediately advance to the body of a fighter!

Later, Zhu Wuneng hurriedly stuffed the ten-yuan bill to the young lady at the front desk of the Internet café who pouted and despised him for skipping class and coming to the Internet, so he hurriedly turned on a computer.

Zhu Wuneng stabbed his head into the online world, and three seconds later, Zhu Wuneng relied on Zhu Bajie's talent, tenacious stupid pig model brain, and completely understood that this modern civilized society is definitely a world of high martial arts and vindictiveness.

According to online information, all the rights of the civilized world are respected by vindictiveness, and all the rights of princes from all walks of life, powerful gentry from all walks of life, political dignitaries, celebrities, and business celebrities from all over the world are completely determined by vindictiveness.

For example, Ma Dousheng is the new Jiupin Dousheng, the county commander of Shizhou is the first order of the Doushi, the Secretary-General of the United Nations is said to be a pseudo-Dou Emperor, and the director of the World Finance must be at the level of the Douhuang to barely qualify. What's more, in the end, even the education department sweeps the toilet, and it has to be a fighter!

All fights must have a fighting spirit!

In a word, the world of high martial arts, vindictiveness is respected.

Above the sky, below the emperor, they are all ants!

"Where's my golden finger?

Zhu Wuneng figured out the current state, he had just been poisoned by a poisonous toad today, and he didn't want to die immediately again in this vindictive world of high martial arts.

The canopy system is on, and the current physical state of the canopy meets all the characteristics of reaching a civilized society:

Fighting Blood: 1

Fighting power:1.

Spirit: 1

Fighting for money: 0.

Zhu Wuneng reflected the information of the system in his head.

Sure enough, there was a golden finger, and Zhu Wuneng looked at the three 1s in his head and one 0.

Three seconds later, Zhu Wuneng looked at his thin pockmarked body and realized a fact, these numbers definitely expressed one meaning: he was a waste!

Three 1s, plus a 0, this number, even if it is a pig's head, can guess the meaning of these numbers.

What's more, the canopy was originally a pig!

Is this all the characteristics of the so-called canopy reaching civilized society?

This is obviously a characteristic only of weak chickens.

Zhu Wuneng touched his trouser pocket, which didn't have a penny.

The clean and slippery trouser pockets immediately confirmed the fact that he had 0 guesses about the wealth of the system.

"This pig must apply for the Douke!"

"If you don't get admitted to the Douke, the canopy will be immediately struck into a pig by lightning!"

Twenty minutes later, the computer of the Internet café was automatically shut down after consumption, and Zhu Wuneng came out of the Internet café panting and flushed, and made a heavenly oath.

Bang!

The Heavenly Dao of the High Martial World responded to Zhu Wuneng's oath, and immediately a heavenly thunder wanted to kill Zhu Wuneng, a lean decrepit person who couldn't fulfill his oath at all.

After the roaring Tianlei turned around on the head of Zhu Wuneng, who looked up at the sky outside the Internet café, he found that this guy was definitely a pig, this unlucky Gaowu World Tiandao Tianlei smashed his mouth, and felt that this kid didn't seem to have violated the heavenly oath that he was a pig, Tiandao Thunder felt bored, and the electric light did not fall, and finally Tianlei himself turned back to the heavenly dome, and Zhu Wuneng was safe and sound!

Well!

Outside the Internet café, Zhu Wuneng didn't feel that the newly acquired brilliant life just now was about to be extinguished for a moment.

At this time, Zhu Wuneng turned his head after making the Heavenly Dao oath and saw a pancake fruit stand next to him, and Lord Wuneng, who was a pig by nature, remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so he immediately borrowed three pancakes and fruits to eat.

Three minutes later. "Keep accounts!" Zhu Wuneng shouted and ran back to the school, and was really caught by the beloved Boss Zhao's head teacher and beaten up.

"Hey, boss, you're back playing games at the Internet café, and you've been snorted by the boss, right?"

Li Guangmei in the front seat danced.

Zhu Wuneng twisted his eyebrows and looked at Li Guang's obscene appearance, he suddenly became happy, this kid's name is Li Guang, he is really like the famous flying general of the Han Dynasty that the history teacher talked about in history class, but this kid definitely can't shoot arrows, he can only spit cannon poison.

Li Guang was suddenly confused by Zhu Wuneng's music, and he didn't know why this Wuneng began to giggle.

"Could it be that your head was stupid by the boss?"

Li Guang reached out to touch Zhu Wuneng's head, but was pulled aside by Zhu Wuneng.

Zhu Wu can pinch his fingers, now the course is still the first half of the third year of high school, but unfortunately Douke is considered to be the college entrance examination in advance and the time to apply for the military academy is about the same, you must register in advance, if you don't do well, you have to train and interview, according to the registration time, it is only three or four days to sign up, and the registration fee needs 5,000 taels of silver, where does this get the money?

Silver?

Zhu Wu can feel that this modern Huaxia is really very good, but it is not paper money, but silver for white flowers?

Zhu Wuneng touched his mouth, he thought that it was probably because of the 5,000-year history of China, and there was something wrong there, and the historical process was modified, maybe the invasion of the great powers in the last years of the Qing Dynasty in Huaxia did not happen, so the silver in China is still strong now.

5,000 silver to sign up!

It takes a lot of money to be admitted to the fighting department, and it costs a lot of money, and the fighters have to cultivate, and they must take drugs, consume resources, have cultivation site equipment, and have weapons. All of this requires silver, and a large amount of silver.

Poor Fighting!

Dou Ke spent silver and really got an old nose.

According to the information on the Internet, it will cost 1 million taels of silver to break through the Fighter's cultivation to the Ninth Rank of the Fighter.

Ordinary people can't afford this money at all, and the reason why everyone goes to Douke University is nothing more than to provide some resources for free to Dou University, and there are also presidents, vice principals, and deans on duty to provide shelter, which is like the role of the sect in fantasy novels.

Where do you get the money?

This has become a key question for Zhu Wuneng to think about at present.

After the class teacher's class, at the end of the class, the beloved Boss Zhao told all the students in the second class of the third year of high school about the registration of Douke.

According to the boss, the situation of Shizhou No. 1 Middle School in the college entrance examination is very serious, and it is simply imminent and serious.

In the first three years, the first three people fought!

The next year, the two fought!

In the third year, that is, last year, only one person went to fight!

According to Boss Zhao's estimation, if this year can not break through the five-person fight at least the same rate as the neighboring state school, then the principal of the first middle school representing the leader of Shizhou must be replaced, and the brand of the first middle school must be taken off to become the second middle school or the third middle school, the fourth middle school, and the fifth middle school!

The situation is grim! Everyone must fight for the sake of No. 1 Middle School and for themselves!

Boss Zhao waved a big word at the end of the class, and a beautiful Songti large board book appeared on the blackboard:

It's all about fighting!

"Teacher, can you solve the registration fee?"

Zhu Wu could feel Boss Zhao's enthusiasm, and couldn't help asking, Boss Zhao, who had just stepped out of the teacher's door of the second class of the third year of high school, immediately stumbled on his feet, almost fell and ate shit, twisted his ass and ran away.

Boss Zhao thought while running: What's the matter, the teacher is poor and doesn't have two taels of silver in his trouser pocket, and this boss has the money to pay you a group of five thousand yuan for the registration fee!

Zhu Wuneng: If we don't have money, who will fight?

Boss Zhao: I don't care! Anyway, it's all about fighting! It's really not good, you can really fight and play by yourself!

Zhu Wuneng: 。。。。。 Sand sculptures!

Thirty minutes after school, Zhu Wuneng took the No. 2 bus back to his northern community.

Bajie Zhu Wuneng felt really good for the first time in the car, which was at least twice as fast as when he walked to school for an hour with his feet after being hit by a car in the morning.

East Second Ring Road, North Community, East Suite on the 4th Floor of 3 Buildings and 4 Units, House Number 341.

His home!

"Mom, this pig is back!"

Zhu Wu shouted when he opened the door.

Three seconds!

Four bedrooms and one living room of 120 square meters, no one responded at home.

Oh yes, the died a long time ago, I forgot!

Zhu Wuneng covered his forehead and woke up suddenly.

"Daddy, I'm back!"

Zhu Wuneng shouted again.

Three seconds!

No one continues to echo.

Well, by the way, his dad went with his mom last year!

Zhu Wuneng covered his forehead and woke up again.

"That... Who's that, this pig is back!"

Zhu Wuneng continued to shout in the house.

"My grandson, you're back, my grandmother's ears are already deaf, and I can't hear it!"

A ninety-four-year-old lady appeared in front of Zhu Wuneng with her ears covered.

"Okay! Finally, there is still someone in the family who can breathe, and he is not dead yet!"

Zhu Wu could gasp for breath, feeling that this world was really fighting.

"Good grandson, wow, you went out to move bricks hard, come on, grandma made you braised pork. Anyway, this year's pork is really expensive, and the price has more than doubled!"

"Good grandson, you want to eat more!"

The 94-year-old lady trembled in her hand and held a large bowl of soft and fragrant braised pork.

Wow! Bajie Zhu Wuneng watched his dear pig become meat, and his eyes immediately turned red.

"Well, it's delicious!

The 94-year-old lady was obviously senile and demented, and she forgot the fact that her parents usually died early, and she often went out to work on floor tiles to earn money to subsidize the family, and she became a pig and needed to replenish the meat, so she began to slam herself.

"Filial piety, good filial grandson!"

The old lady said as she spoke, and in three seconds, a large bowl of braised pork was at the bottom.

Zhu Wuneng looked at the meatless bowl and reddened again.

He's a pig, and he wants to eat meat, not his own anyway.

"Delicious, delicious!"

"Good grandson, you eat it too!"

The demented and deaf old lady threw the last piece of braised pork into her mouth, turned around and handed a big empty bowl to Zhu Wuneng, and she went back to her room and slept at noon.

Zhu Wuneng: I'll eat one. Sand sculptures?

Bajie Zhu Wuneng finally understood the fact, why did Zhu Wuneng, the owner of this body, dare to stand in the middle of the street and touch the fact that he was killed by touching porcelain at eight o'clock in the morning during the rush hour of traffic on Shizhong Road, and this stupid boy is really a bit genetic!

Zhu Wuneng turned around and licked the lard on the bowl into his ten-square-meter room.

Zhu Wuneng licked the bowl and calculated how to use his usual professional skills: moving bricks. Come and save up 5,000 taels of silver!

Moving bricks for a day is about 120 taels of silver according to the market price.

Five thousand taels of silver, about two months.

If you cut off your daily food and drink, you must have to barely scrape together five thousand taels of silver in three months!

Now the distance to the college entrance examination registration: 3 days?4 days?

Zhu Wuneng's Bajie brain immediately calculated that relying on the money-based occupation of moving bricks on weekdays was definitely not enough to make up the registration fee.

What can I do?

Just kill people and set fire to rob?

Zhu Wuneng's eyes flashed with fierce light, he was a fierce monster in Journey to the West, occupying the Yunzhan Cave in Fuling Mountain alone, killing countless ruthless stubble.

Three seconds!

Bajie Zhu Wuneng looked at his lean body, and immediately let go of this idea completely.

Since eight o'clock in the morning, he has crossed into Zhu Wuneng, and Bajie has long been not Bajie, but incompetence is Wuneng.

This waste snack body, not to mention killing people and setting fires, is just a cockfight, Zhu Wuneng feels that he is not an opponent.