Yang Fan opened his eyes and saw that there were cars flying in the sky, and there were more than one.
The trajectories looked messy, some were gliding, some were swooping, and some were even doing figure eights. They were speeding but going their own way, as fast as lightning but without any out-of-control collision.
"Nima, it seems that I was really drunk. I started dreaming. Even the car started flying in the sky."
"Well, it's good to have a dream. Having a dream means that I can finally fall asleep!"
Yang Fan turned over, changed his position and continued to sleep. After five days and five nights of insomnia, he had never felt that sleeping was such a happy thing.
So fragrant, so sweet, so enjoyable!
So, wine is really a good thing. He should have thought of using this method to help him sleep earlier. Even if he drank to death or vomited to death, it was still worth it.
"You turned over, your body coordination has improved, and your physical fitness recovery +1."
In a daze, a soft but slightly mechanical unfamiliar female voice came to his ears. Yang Fan frowned and replied vaguely: "Don't make trouble! I'm sleeping!"
The surroundings instantly became quiet. Yang Fanba chirped twice, drool began to flow from the corners of his mouth, and he slept soundly.
An hour later, the unfamiliar voice sounded again.
"You sleep for an hour continuously, your mental strength will be restored, and your physical strength will be restored +1."
"If you stay in the sun for one hour continuously, your radiation protection ability will be strengthened, your photosynthesis will be +1, and your psychic energy will be +1."
"If you breathe miasma continuously for one hour, your lung capacity will increase and your poison resistance will increase by 1."
Hoo ho ho!
Yang Fan slept deeply, completely ignoring the chatter that came from time to time in his ears.
He was really tired. Five days and five nights of insomnia had tortured him to the point where he wanted to jump off a building several times. Now he finally fell asleep due to the drunkenness. He just wanted to sleep like this forever. It would be best not to wake up. Come.
Even if he died, he would die in bed.
"Yang Fan! Yang Fan! Are you okay? Wake up! Wake up quickly!"
"It doesn't look like he was poisoned. This guy couldn't be asleep. Listen to the snoring."
"Can you please be smarter? Yang Fan is a waste, but he is not heartless. Now he is taking a mock exam and he is in the wild. He doesn't even wear a radiation-proof jacket. He is sleeping here. Is he looking for death?"
"Looking at the scars on the back of his head, it was obvious that he was knocked unconscious and thrown here. Who has such a big hatred against him? He knocked someone unconscious and even took off his protective clothing. This is not an attempt. Did it kill Yang Fan?"
A group of young people wearing uniform protective clothing gathered around Yang Fan, chattering and making comments, but no one was willing to lend a helping hand to him, not even bothering to send a distress signal to the invigilator on his behalf.
"Okay, okay, he's just a waste. It would be better if he died. Let's continue taking assessments. Don't affect everyone's results because of a waste!"
Soon, the crowd dispersed, and silence returned to Yang Fan's side.
Hoo ho ho!
Yang Fan turned over again, sleeping more soundly, drooling all over the floor, but he didn't notice at all.
"You turned over, your body coordination has improved, and your physical fitness recovery +1."
Thousands of meters high in the sky, deep in the white clouds, the Yunling Type I airship was suspended in the air. In the monitoring hall in the central area, Huang Zhong, the head teacher of Class 29, a third-year high school student, frowned and looked at Yang Fan, who was sleeping soundly.
Breathing is even, heartbeat is 65 beats per minute, Qi and blood intensity is 86, and vital signs are all normal.
It seems that there is no problem, but who can explain how a mere second-level martial arts student can withstand the third-level radiation and second-level miasma below
"This guy is quite interesting!"
Next to him, Gao Xiangyang, the head teacher of Class 28, Grade 3, looked at the surveillance footage of Yang Fan with great interest and said: "As soon as I entered the venue, someone tricked me. I took off my mask, took off my clothes, and was completely exposed in the wild. , Tsk, tsk, tsk, how much hatred is there to actually push people to death."
Gao Xiangyang shook his head, "If an ordinary person was thrown out in the wild like this, he would die of heart and lung failure in less than half an hour, but this kid, it's been an hour, nothing happened, and he is still sleeping soundly. When I got there, I really regarded this place as his bedroom. He slept so soundly that I, Gao, felt a little sleepy."
As he spoke, Gao Xiangyang deliberately raised his arms, stretched and yawned.
"Teacher Huang," Gao Xiangyang put down his arms, turned to look at Huang Zhong beside him, and said with an expression that said you had made a lot of money: "I really want to congratulate you. This kid is very talented at first glance. Maybe there is something in his body." What kind of special hidden bloodline is there? It’s a pearl covered in dust!”
The corner of Huang Zhong's mouth twitched, and he had the urge to raise his hand and slap the guy in front of him to death.
In the entire South China Martial Arts School, who doesn’t know that Yang Fan is a notorious martial arts loser. At the age of 16, he is only a martial arts apprentice at the second level. His cultivation ability is not even as good as that of some genius children in the sixth grade of elementary school. He is their 29th grader in high school. It is a shame to the class and even the entire South China Martial Arts School.
Such a student in his class would not only be a laggard, but also a laggard. If the federal twelve-year compulsory education had not been violated, Huang Zhong would have kicked this grandson out of school long ago.
"If Teacher Xiangyang thinks he is a treasure, just take it away. I, Lao Huang, will never say no."
Huang Zhong grabbed Gao Xiangyang's arm and pulled him to his desk, "Come on, come on, Teacher Gao, don't be polite to me. I have student transfer applications in my drawer. As long as you nod, I, Lao Huang, signed immediately without any ambiguity!"
Gao Xiangyang's body was shaken, and he used the overlord's armor removal move, easily throwing Huang Zhong away. At the same time, he shook his head and waved his hands: "It's just a joke, Teacher Huang, please don't take it seriously. After all, a gentleman will not take what others like, so this is a good thing." My boss, Gao, can't afford it, so Mr. Huang, you should keep it for yourself."
Just kidding, a loser like Yang Fan is famous for being a loser. He has always been at the bottom of his grade for three years in high school. How is it possible that Class 28 wants to challenge the top ten outstanding classes? Will you accept him
"Really?" Huang Zhong refused to give up and said seductively: "You have a special bloodline. You can even be immune to nuclear radiation. At the second level of a martial arts disciple, you already have resistance equivalent to that of a martial artist. With a little training, it might be possible. Teacher Gao is really not attracted by Chu Feiyun?"
Seeing that Huang Zhong seemed to want to rely on him, Gao Xiangyang quickly took two steps back, put some distance away from Huang Zhong, and said righteously: "Teacher Huang, there is no need to say more. I still say that a gentleman does not take away what others like, Yang Fan Even if he has golden blood, he is still a student in your teacher Huang's class, and Gao will never be tempted by him."
Huang Zhong curled his lips and cursed contemptuously in his heart, "Coward!"
Then, Huang Zhong glanced at Yang Fan who was still sleeping soundly on the screen, feeling so distressed.
Such a loser, let alone a golden bloodline, even a legendary god-level bloodline, without any talent for martial arts training, is of any use
Moreover, being able to resist radiation and miasma does not necessarily mean that you have a special bloodline. It may also be a genetic mutation or some special medicine that you have taken before. In short, dog meat is still dog meat, and useless wood is still useless wood. It cannot be put on the table.
"Alas, it seems that Class 29 will be at the bottom again in this mock test."
"Fortunately, there is only one month left. Once the college entrance examination is over, I will be completely relieved! Finally, I no longer have to be the last in the class and be looked down upon by others!"
Huang Zhong's eyes were a little wet and he was excited.
(End of chapter)