"Okay, everyone should do the homework assigned today after they go back, Dowling stays, and the rest can get out of school."

With the sound of a bell, the school of the Imperial Academy in the city of Hugh was dismissed, and the originally quiet playground immediately became lively.

Faculty Office...

"Dowling, I know your family situation is complicated, but you can't fall behind in your studies." A middle-aged male teacher with glasses pointed to the virtual test paper on the table and said bitterly.

Behind him, there was a dazed Dowling, and his eyes fell on the red number 9 on the virtual test paper.

What's going on?!

When is the exam?!

What's up with a 9?!

"Teacher Zhang... I'm sorry." Dowling scratched his head and whispered.

"You're not sorry for me, you're sorry for yourself, you can't do cultural classes, you can do actual combat, but you ...... actual combat."

Zhang Qingyu didn't finish his words, but the meaning was already very clear.

"Just like this question, what kind of weapon master is the most powerful against hard-armored beasts?"

"Look at what you answered, a powerful orator... It's bullshit, and the answer is that blunt weapon masters are the most powerful against hard armor."

"Okay, I won't say more, you go back and review the foundation of the imperial weapon, the year-end competition is coming soon, and you ...... this result again." Zhang Qingyu sighed after taking a sip of water.

"I see—" Dowling replied, turning and leaving the office.

"Yezi Yezi, how about it, Da Zhang Fei didn't pout you." In the corner outside the office, a sneaky figure came out and asked in a whisper.

"Da Zhang Fei? It's okay..."" Dao Lin frowned and remembered Teacher Zhang's rough face, and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

"Walking then? The five-person alliance is one short of you, and we will definitely be able to go to gold in the double row today." Wang Meng patted him on the shoulder and said.

"No, I'm not in the mood to play today, go back to your own home, and find your own mother." Dowling shook his head and walked towards the school gate.

Wang Meng stood in place and was stunned.

This kid has changed sex?!

must have been stupid by Da Zhang Fei!

Dowling walked out of the school gate alone and walked in the direction of home, when the sun was about to set and the sky was reflected in the fiery red of the setting sun.

"What the hell is going on? Why does it feel like the world has changed? Weaponist? Hard-armored alien beasts? When did Da Zhang Fei put on his glasses?" Dowling lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"Hey...... Xiao Yezi, we've been waiting for you for a long time, and you've figured it out."

A few peers walked out of the alley, and they waved to Dowling disdainfully.

Dowling saw a few people, and his eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously.

"What? Is there something wrong?" Dowling walked over and asked lightly.

"Have you forgotten what day it is? Do you have to remind you? It's been so long, and you haven't had any self-awareness?" The first person at the head said with a sneer.

"Something to say..." Dowling's face was still very indifferent, and what he wanted to do now was to quickly understand what was going on in him.

"What are you pretending to be stupid with me? Hurry up and hand over the Martial Spirit Pill allocated this month, and don't force us to do it."

Rob?!

Dowling stared at the other party, his fists clenched subconsciously.

"Yo... Are you getting fat today? You still want to resist as a waste martial spirit?" As he spoke, a long sword appeared in his hand.

"Ding! The Super Spirit Selection System has been activated!"

Three options suddenly appeared in front of Dowling:

"Option 1: Honestly hand over the martial spirit pill and promise that it will be delivered on time in the future. Reward: A piece of tofu that can be knocked to death.

"Option 2: Go forward, face it calmly, and tell them loudly that in the future, if the Imperial Academy is chaotic or not, I Daolin will have the final say. Reward: Martial Spirit Increases by One Level.'

"Option 3: Turn around and run, and go back to the academy to seek refuge from Zhang Qingyu. Reward: Speed +1

System?!

My life is up to me?!

Although it is not known what the reward given by the system means, neither the options of the first nor the third are in line with his character.

Whatever! The opposite side cannot be lost!

As the saying goes, the brave wins!

Just as the crowd had begun to get impatient, Dowling moved, and he strode closer to the leader, reaching out and poking the man in the chest.

"Later...... The Imperial Academy is not chaotic, I Dao Lin has the final say, I want the martial spirit pill... No, damn it... If you don't give it, you can do it." With that, Dowling raised his head stinkily and aimed his nostrils at them.

"Holy..."

"I can't take it anymore, I have to kill him today."

Dowling's actions successfully aroused the anger of everyone, and in an instant, a variety of martial spirits appeared in their hands.

What swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks...

"E..." Dowling swallowed subconsciously, to be honest, he still didn't know what was going on.

"Mission accomplished! Get the reward: Martial Spirit level increased by one level.'"

"In view of the host's courageous spirit, the system will additionally reward the host's defense +1"

"Go ahead! Host Ollie gives !!

Ollie, you give a big head?!

If you don't run now, when will you wait?!

Dowling turned around and ran, so fast that everyone was stunned.

"Chase me ......" As soon as the words fell, a group of people chased them out.

An exciting street chase is just the beginning.

In front of him is Dowlin, who is running in a panic...

Behind is a group of angry Academy Hackers...

This scene aroused many onlookers, and some even took out the latest generation of communication equipment and started the video.

"Dowling, *** wait for Lao Tzu, the monk can't run the temple if he runs away, ...... tomorrow"

Dowling was running so fast that he couldn't hear what was being shouted behind him, but that didn't stop him from running.

Running with the wind, freedom is the direction...

Chase the power of thunder and lightning...

It wasn't until half an hour later, when Dowling looked back and saw that no one was chasing him, that he stopped and gasped for breath, and he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

Someone asked afterwards, how did you run so fast?

Dowling said very calmly, the dog chases you, and you run fast.

On the way home, he hid in Tibet, for fear of encountering those "bullies" again on the way.

Fortunately, I was lucky enough to return home until eight o'clock in the evening.

"Ono... Why did you come back so late today?" Zhao Ping poked her head out of the kitchen and asked.

"Ahh That one... Let's play sports with your classmates, let's compete to see who can run faster, and your son wins!" Dowling said hesitantly.

"My son is awesome, wash your hands quickly, and Mom will give you a hot meal." After that, Zhao Ping smiled and went to give her son a hot meal.

Dowling let out a long breath, walked into the bathroom, washed his face twice, and looked up at himself in the mirror.

"Nothing has changed, but how can it be like everything has changed?"

"Home is still this home, mom is still this mom, am I changing? Or has the world changed?"

Dowling muttered, washed his face again, and walked out of the bathroom with a smile.

"Mom, what did you do today?" Dowling asked towards the kitchen.

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