The clouds in the sky were dispersed by the breeze, and the bright moonlight shone from the sky, illuminating the lawn.

Jinguji Martial Arts got up from the ground, dusted off the dust and weeds on his body, and breathed a sigh of relief. The bright moonlight illuminated half of his face, and on his face, a faint smile hung on it.

"Ho... Ho... Ho.."

Beside Wu Dao, the four young men were in different postures, lying on the ground panting, looking weak.

"You guys don't lie on the ground for too long, you're going to catch a cold."

"Remember to exercise well after you go back, it's not good to come out and borrow money so that you don't have the strength."

"I don't have the strength to beat people, I'm sorry for your identity if this picture looks like this."

"I didn't even make a move, and you fell, which is too weak."

Jinguji Wudao pinched his neck, looked down at a few people, and said with a smile. Now he feels quite good, his legs are no longer sore, his head doesn't hurt anymore, and there is no problem going up to the fifth floor in one breath.

And all of this is the effect of the strain recovery potion he just used.

Otherwise, it is not said that those who practice martial arts must learn to be beaten first, and Martial Arts now finally understands how to use the strain recovery potion.

"What the hell is this guy?!"

"Actually.... Actually...."The green-haired young man lying on the ground could only barely raise his head and watch the martial arts pass over his body.

Under the moonlight, except for the clothes on his body that were a little messy, there was no trace of injury at all, and there were no bruises on his arms or face.

It's hard to imagine that he was just the one who was besieged by four youths.

Takeshi stepped out of the lawn and crossed the guardrail onto the road. It's a bit of a distance from the city center, and the roads are empty, except for the street lamps along the street that illuminate the road in dim light. Wu Dao called up his system panel, and when he saw the martial arts item, the level of the Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt had gone from the original 0 to 1, and the proficiency level behind it had disappeared.

"It seems that this blue martial arts is already at the end of the first level?"

"I didn't expect this thing to be so powerful, I was beaten by these young people for so long, I didn't feel a little pain, but these idiots were tired and lay down."

"From now on, I'm also a master!"

Wu Dao thought happily in his heart, and couldn't help humming a little song on the way home.

"Just like that, I was conquered by you~~ Drink the poison you hid~~"

"My plot has come to an end~~ My love and hate have been buried ~~"

....

The robbery on the way to run at night was just a small episode, and despite this small episode, it made Martial Arts gain a lot.

When he returned home, Wu Dao used the excuse of team training to prevaricate his parents, and after eating, he took a basketball and started ball practice in the small courtyard.

In order not to disturb the people, the ball practice of martial arts is also very simple, holding the ball around the neck, holding the ball around the feet S-shape, and the one Sakuragi Hanamichi is best at - holding the ball around the waist.

However, after only practicing martial arts for a while, he felt a faint feeling of dizziness in his head, which was a sign of excessive physical exertion.

"Isn't there a way to restore physical strength with this strain recovery potion?!"

After noticing that something was wrong with his body, Martial Arts immediately stopped training and sat directly on the ground. After a long time, this dizziness gradually subsided, and Wu Dao knew that there was no way to carry out today's training.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Martial Arts returned to the room, although it was only past nine o'clock, before changing him, the nightlife had just begun at this time, but the fatigue of the body gushed out the moment Martial Arts lay on the bed, and it didn't take long for Martial Arts to enter the dream.

....

The clouds shrouded the sky, and the light of the morning sun shone through the gaps in the clouds and shone on the earth, bringing some life to the gray earth.

Wu Dao naturally woke up, and turned his head to look at the alarm clock by the window, it was only 5.30.

It's the first time since the martial arts college entrance examination that I got up so early. Pushing open the window, fresh air pours into the room, driving away the twilight of the room.

"Comfortable!"

Wu Dao stretched his waist and snorted softly. Then I walked out of the room and washed up in the bathroom.

"Wu Gong, wake up, what kind of sound are you listening to?"

In another room, the sound made by Martial Arts while washing woke up the sleeping Jinguji Xiangli, who curled up on Gonggong's chest, shook Gonggong's arm gently, and shouted.

Wu Gong, who was asleep, opened his eyes, and he was still in a daze and didn't know what was going on, but he immediately woke up after hearing the sound outside. After listening for a while, he lay on the bed and shouted:

"Martial arts?! Martial arts is your kid awake? Wu Gong propped himself up and listened carefully.

"It's me!" Wu Dao, who was washing in the bathroom, heard the sound of martial arts, and there was foam in his mouth, and he answered vaguely.

In the room, Wu Gong's nervous mood was slightly relaxed, this early in the morning, he thought that the house was robbed, Wu Gong turned his head to look at the clock at the head of the bed, and found that it was only 5.33, and he immediately lifted the quilt and walked out of the door when he just wanted to sleep.

Looking for the movement of the toilet, Wu Gong saw the martial arts that were washing.

"Why did you kid get up so early today?"

"It's only half past five, so it's still early for school. What are you going to do?! ”

Wu Gong looked serious, and he was afraid that martial arts would be bad. In this era, there is no shortage of entertainment for the people, and the game halls are full of streets and alleys. Although those shops say that they don't accept minors, they are very clear about what martial arts actually look like. And minors like this time the most, because no one usually checks it in the morning.

"I was admitted to the basketball club yesterday, I have to train in the morning and I have to be at school by six o'clock."

Wu Dao didn't notice the seriousness and vigilance on Wu Gong's face, rinsed his mouth and replied.

"Before six? So early? Wu Gong was taken aback when he heard this, although it was said to be a basketball club, but it was just a club activity, in Neon, it was the first time I had heard of such an early club activity martial arts.

"Is it normal for a basketball team to train early? Don't be so surprised, right?"

"Speaking of which, father, I will be late at home in the evening, and the team will train late."

"You don't have to wait for me for dinner."

Wu Dao began to wash his hair, and while washing, he said to Wu Gong.

Although he is a junior high school student, it is quite necessary to wash his hair before going out, even if it is a funny man like Sakuragi Hanamichi, he is also very concerned about his hairstyle, and he can't take off the hairstyle of the plane without a can of hair wax.

As for the other type of male Immortal Dao, it is even more needless to say, his hairstyle is the same as that of Nikaido Red Pill, Red Pill can maintain his hairstyle by electricity, and Immortal Dao can rely on hair wax.

Wu Gong nodded silently when he heard this, returned to the room and took a 1,000 yen note and put it on the table in the living room, and then went to the bathroom and Wu Dao and said, "You got up a little early today, and the lunch boxes for breakfast and lunch were not prepared for you." ”

"I put money on the table, you can solve it yourself when the time comes."

"Don't forget to turn off the lights when you leave."

"Today is strictly your first day at school, and you have to get along well with your classmates."

"You must listen carefully when you are in class, I tell you, reading is ....."

is obviously a big man, but his martial arts seem to be a little grinding at this time, and he is instructed in every detail.

"I know, I'll take a good class, I went to school once yesterday."

"Go back and sleep a little longer, I'm ready to go out."

After Wu Dao washed his hair and wiped it clean, he walked out of the bathroom, picked up the backpack on the table, put the banknotes in his trouser pocket and went out. Seeing his son hurriedly go out, Wu Gong opened his mouth and swallowed the rest of the words.

"I'm older, I don't like to listen to nagging."

Wu Gong returned to the room and lay back on the bed, and when Xiang Xiang Li of Jingu Temple saw her husband coming back, she happily grabbed Wu Gong's arm and asked:

"My son is out?"

Wu Gong nodded imperceptibly, and sighed lightly: "My son is older, and he doesn't like to listen to nagging anymore." Xiangxiang of Jinguji Temple obviously didn't care about these at all, and when she heard the sound of the door closing outside the house, she chuckled, grabbed the quilt and directly covered Wu Gong and her head.

"You.... What are you doing?! ”

"Don't come here!"

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