In the 189th year of the Great Xia New Calendar, Tianyang City, the first middle school.

"There was a slight breakthrough yesterday, and Ben Lei Boxing successfully broke through to Xiaocheng."

"Oh my God! Xiaocheng? Squad leader, you're too good! Wouldn't this final martial arts exam be 100% in the top three! ”

"Squad leader, you should have been promoted to a quasi-martial artist! Breaking through to become a martial artist is simply worth waiting for. ”

“……”

In the front row of the classroom, a sturdy teenager was proudly showing off, while several classmates next to him were vying for sycophancy.

But when his eyes swept to a handsome figure by the back window, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and a trace of jealousy rose in his heart.

"That's a certainty, if it weren't for the 20 percent cultural score, maybe the first place would be able to compete."

"I don't know what the cultural points are for, and in the end, I don't rely on my fists to speak."

"Even if culture is the first, it's not a waste if it can't break through!"

As he said this, his voice rose a lot, apparently deliberately for someone in the back row.

Several doglegs glanced at each other, comprehended, and then echoed, forming a group to taunt.

"That's it...... It is...... No matter how good the results of cultural classes are, it is a waste, and nothing is in ......vain without qualifications."

"That's right, a martial arts genius like the squad leader is the future of our human race."

"If you want to become a civilized teacher without qualifications, it's just a fool's dream."

“……”

Meanwhile.

Lin Ping'an, a handsome young man by the window, heard the voice, but his face remained unchanged, and he said that he was deaf to this, as if he had not heard anything.

The joys and sorrows of people are not the same.

At this moment, he only felt a little noisy.

"Bell bell bell ......"

As the bell rang and everyone quickly returned to their seats, a capable female teacher with short hair walked in the door, glanced at it, and began to teach.

"The book has turned to page 136, and today it ...... talked"

During the lecture, the female teacher swept the back row.

When he saw the handsome figure in a daze, he sighed secretly, didn't say anything, gathered his thoughts, and continued to teach.

On the other side, Lin Ping'an was looking at the virtual screen in front of him to 99% of the reading strips, and was waiting silently.

In this life, this life is the second life.

In the previous life, Lin Ping'an, who was born as an orphan, died after saving people, and I don't know if he didn't drink Meng Po soup and was reincarnated in this plausible world of high martial arts.

After he was born, he had the original memories, and his parents were ordinary people, so he enjoyed the warmth and family affection that he never had.

Unfortunately, within a few years, they both died because of the cultist attack, leaving Lin Ping'an alone again.

In order to take revenge, he also practiced martial arts hard, but in the end he had nothing to gain because of his low qualifications, which can only be said to be better than nothing.

But it is absolutely impossible to give up, and he was able to endure the darkness because he had never seen the light.

After experiencing family affection, he lost it again, and this hatred is unforgettable and will never be forgotten.

At this moment, the progress bar moved little by little at a speed that was beyond the naked eye, and the success went from 99% to 100%.

【Ding~】

[The civilization master system has been successfully launched, and the relevant knowledge ...... is loading]

Clusters of knowledge emerge from my mind, as if transmitted from an unknown space.

In an instant, Lin Ping'an muttered, only feeling dizzy in his head, but even so, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

It was only a few tens of seconds before he knew everything.

The functionality of this system is simple, but it is also powerful.

Spend civilization points to enter the creation space, and accelerate the deduction of creation techniques according to relevant martial arts knowledge.

In the space, it can not only speed up with civilized thinking, but also produce a flash of inspiration and increase inspiration.

You know, sometimes the success and failure of the creation exercise depends on that vital aura.

After all, as in the original earth, there are countless people who have been hit in the head by apples, and only Newton discovered gravity from it.

In addition, the exercises created by the Civilized Master will also give feedback on the cultivation after they are taught to others.

Although the proportion is not high, as long as there are enough cultivators, Lin Ping'an will be able to gain a thousandfold harvest.

And after binding the civilization division system, the soul and spiritual power are protected by the system, so it also obtains many benefits such as soul attack immunity and spiritual attack immunity.

As soon as the thought moved, a virtual panel appeared.

[Name: Lin Ping'an]

[Qi and blood value: 56 calories]

[Martial Arts Realm: None]

[Created Exercises: Unnamed (58%)]

[Civilization Value: 124]

Seeing this, Lin Ping'an instantly realized that the unnamed one was the exercise he had been studying and creating.

The progress is just over half complete, and I thought that most of it had been completed, but it still seems that it is still an overestimate.

After more than ten years of hard work from childhood to adulthood, he has just completed 58% of a practice, and the Civilized Master is worthy of being the most difficult existence.

The path of creating exercises is really not something that anyone can take.

However, from this moment on, everything is already different, if Lin Ping'an was only 80% sure of creating the first exercise, then now he is 200% sure.

Thinking of this, even if he was two of them, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

If it weren't for, Lin Ping'an would want to enter the creative space immediately and see how the effect was.

But after all, it's not young, this concentration is still there, and I don't know what will happen after using it, so it's not too late to study it slowly when I get home.

While thinking about it, before I knew it, this class was nearing its end. "Bell bell bell ......"

"After class, Lin Ping'an, come to my office."

When the short-haired female teacher heard the bell, she spoke, and then picked up her textbook and turned to leave.

When Lin Ping'an heard the voice, he also came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, and his eyes were confused.

He stood up and walked out.

Seeing this scene, the corners of the squad leader's mouth curled, and while a smile appeared on his face, he said cool things in a weird manner.

"Yo! I didn't expect even good students to slip in class! If even the cultural score drops, it is estimated that you will not even be able to pass the university exam, so you can go directly to the screws! ”

Next to him, several doglegs hurriedly followed the trend and taunted.

"Yes, yes, yes! The squad leader was so right! ”

"Definitely! has been dragging his feet, and he is not ashamed, it is really difficult to pretend for him every day. ”

"I've long seen that kid is not pleasing to the eye, what's so good about a little white face? Just study better, sick and bone-broken, can't even catch a punch, proper tuba waste. ”

“……”

To be honest, the voice was so loud, Lin Ping'an could hear it clearly.

But he didn't bother to pay attention to it, just a bunch of little kids, and they really didn't want to be troublesome.

Besides, words like this, I don't know how many times I have heard them since I was a child, and they are not enough to make him angry.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in!"

The voice came from inside, and Lin Ping'an pushed the door in.

In the office of the University, only the female teacher is there, and the other teachers have not come back to rest.

Even if it is a plausible parallel world of high martial arts, such a thing as dragging the hall is an ordinary situation.

It can only be said that different worlds, the same teachers.