So many things happened during the day, and Yang Fan's mind was in a state of confusion. He thought he would have insomnia at night, but he didn't expect that as soon as he quit the class chat group, he felt sleepy and fell asleep.
He slept for a full eight hours, and it was already seven o'clock in the morning when he got up.
Pushing open the bedroom door, I saw breakfast placed on the dining table outside, a piece of golden-roasted chicken steak, a glass of water, and nothing else after that.
Unconsciously, Yang Fan picked up the water glass and drank a sip. Then he directly grabbed the chicken steak and devoured it in two or two mouthfuls.
In this era, pasta and vegetables are much more precious than ordinary meat. Even a middle-class family like the Yang family, who owns a house and a shop in the city, cannot eat it every day like they did at noon yesterday. Noodle.
Nearly 90% of the land in the wilderness outside the city is occupied by monsters. There is very little arable land that humans can cultivate and preserve.
Take Xichu City as an example. It has a permanent population of almost 1.3 million, but the cultivated land inside and outside the city that can be used to grow food and vegetables is less than 1,000 acres.
What kind of concept is this
Even if the current plant seeds are extremely strong and can independently absorb spiritual energy to grow rapidly, and the yield is much higher than in the peaceful period before the disaster, the yield of three thousand kilograms per acre of land per year is far from enough. The daily consumption of the entire Xichu City is 1.3 million residents.
Therefore, going out of the city to hunt monsters, or working as laborers, and receiving daily nutritious food relief meals from the federal government have become the only source of food for many ordinary residents to survive in the city.
Yang Fan's family rarely has much money, so they won't be so miserable, but it is a luxury to have vegetables, bread, noodles, and steamed buns every day.
The chicken steak fried by a first-level monster is not only delicious and nutritious, but also contains enough spiritual power to keep Yang Fan, a high school student with a level 2 martial arts apprentice, from feeling hungry all morning.
After changing his clothes and going downstairs, he greeted his parents who were busy in the store, and Yang Fan went out briskly.
There is a bus stop two hundred meters west of their Yang Family Restaurant, and it only takes two federal coins to take Yang Fan to the South China Martial Arts School.
The bus is a magnetic levitation type off-the-ground bus, and the power source is naturally the internal spiritual energy. However, because the magnetic levitation function reduces the friction with the ground, such a bus saves more energy, and if it really wants to go up, , the speed is not slower than Yang’s mother’s little sports car.
It is a pity that buses are destined not to drift at will like private cars. There is not even a driver in the carriage. Everything is driven automatically by an intelligent optical brain.
The unchanging route and strict operation and stop times make public transportation in the entire city always proceed in an orderly manner.
Yang Fan sat on a seat by the window and kept looking outside. Everything in the city was both familiar and strange to him.
He was familiar because he was born and raised here, so he was naturally no stranger to everything in Xichu City.
It was strange because there was another subject of memory in his mind, a memory from Yang Fan in Chengdu. Everything in this era felt extremely fresh.
Driverless buses flying off the ground, huge airships whizzing overhead from time to time, and traffic policemen hovering or gliding in mid-air on a sliding pedal...
Yang Fan looked at everything in this city curiously, which was very different from the apocalypse he imagined.
The technological level here seems to be much more advanced than before the end of the world.
Aren’t humans struggling to survive in the apocalypse and panicking all day long? How can they still be in the mood to do these fancy things
Moreover, in this city, high-rise buildings are erected, traffic is busy, office workers are going to work, student parties are going to school, and bustling scenes come and go. How does it feel like it is in the end of the world
Yang Fan was an ordinary high school student before. His main task every day was to study, practice martial arts, and strive for an early breakthrough. He didn't have much free time to pay attention to everything around him. He was accustomed to all phenomena in the city and turned a blind eye.
But now, since he has completely merged with the memory of Yang Fan in Chengdu in his mind, his thoughts have fully matured, and his perspective on problems is naturally different from before.
"Behind the prosperity of any country or nation's economy, there must be a powerful army that can make any hostile forces who covet it fear the news."
This principle also applies to the current Xichu City and the federal government.
In the apocalyptic world surrounded by monsters and beasts, the fact that Xichu City can still enjoy such a stable and peaceful prosperity must be because it has in its hands powerful enough to make the surrounding monsters fearful and retreat.
Yang Fan immediately thought of Zhu Huanan, the first grandmaster of Western Chu City and the founder of their South China Martial Arts School.
Since the battle to destroy the city of Xichu City did not happen, then the South China Grandmaster must still be alive and well.
"But what are the memory fragments in my mind? Are those memories about the South China Grandmaster real?"
"Are people like Zhu Zhengqi, Zhu Huawu, Zhu Caiwei, and Zhu Jiacheng really relatives of the South China Grandmaster? Did they all really exist before?"
Yang Fan's mind began to become a little confused again. If it weren't for him, he would not be qualified to meet the Huanan Grandmaster. He really wanted to go to Zhu Huanan for verification in person.
"Ding! The South China Martial Arts School is here! Passengers who need to get off the bus, please bring your belongings and prepare to get off!"
When the bus stopped, Yang Fan got out of the car, took a deep breath, and walked towards the school gate.
Along the way, many people pointed at him. Yang Fan had long been accustomed to this. As a traffic star in the South China Martial Arts School, he had always been very popular. Wherever he went, the rate of return was even higher than that of the school beauties. .
After all, an eighteen-year-old second-level martial arts disciple is definitely an extremely rare existence in a well-known high school like South China Martial Arts School that is well-known in the entire federation.
It’s not that eighteen-year-old second-level martial arts disciples are so rare. If we really investigate, not to mention the entire federation, even in this small Xichu, let alone an eighteen-year-old second-level martial arts disciple. Even second-level warriors who are thirty-eight, forty-eight, or even seventy-eight or ninety-eight are everywhere, and there is really no shortage of Yang Fan.
But Yang Fan was able to attract people's attention and stand out from the crowd in such a way. In a place like South China Martial Arts School where talented warriors gathered, he was not afraid of boiling water and persisted for three whole years without flinching.
The bandit's slogan "Shame of South China" has become famous all over the world. It has even been heard by several brother schools at the same level as South China Martial Arts School in Lin City.
"The shame of South China, bah!"
"How can such trash have the nerve to stay in our school? He is already a senior in high school and is still a martial arts apprentice at the second level. Don't you feel embarrassed?"
"Don't say that. Although his talent in martial arts is extremely poor, his grades in liberal arts are good, with perfect scores in all six subjects. Even the principal has no reason to drive him away."
"Liberal arts? Tsk, there's a point. We're a martial arts school here. Why don't we go to Xichu High School next door if we're good at liberal arts? Why do we have to stay here and embarrass ourselves?"
"It's because he insists on staying in South China shamelessly. It makes me embarrassed to say that I am a student of South China Martial Arts School when I go out now."
"Yes, yes. Nowadays, when many old classmates from other schools meet, they will almost always ask, I heard that there is a second-level martial arts disciple named Yang Fan in your school. Is it true? How embarrassing!"
“…”
Yang Fan's steps were firm and he didn't care at all about the comments of the junior schoolmates around him. Why should he be embarrassed to stay in the South China Martial Arts School based on his ability
If it were in the past, he might still feel a little inferior and unhappy. He would most likely walk to Class 29 with his tail between his legs in dejection, and then act like an ostrich, not going out much the whole day except when necessary.
But now, Yang Fan's mentality has completely changed. He holds his head high and strides past those children who have ill intentions towards him, while not forgetting to give them a big smile.
I'm so disgusting to you!
He just liked to see the expressions on these people's faces when they looked at him unhappy but couldn't do anything about him.
If these people are unhappy, he will feel very comfortable, happy and refreshed.
Obviously, Cheng Yang Fan's narrow-minded nature of retribution has fully come online.
"This guy laughs so cheaply, I can't help but want to punch him!"
"Feel the same!"
"He seems to be laughing at us. I'm a fifth-level martial artist. Why should he? No, I'm going to beat him up and tell him how to treat a strong man!"
"Calm down, calm down! There are many people in the school who want to beat him up. If they can beat him up, it won't matter to you at all!"
"Don't forget the school rules of South China Martial Arts School. If you bully the weak and bully your classmates who are lower than yourself, you will be expelled! It's not worth it for such a shameless waste!"
“…”
The journey was smooth and no one dared to jump out and cause trouble for him.
At this moment, Yang Fan suddenly realized that this was actually not bad. At least he felt comfortable and his thoughts were clear. As for what others would think of him, was it really that important
In the past three years, no, in the past ten years, he has been living in the judgment of others. He has low self-esteem, is silent, and does not dare to communicate with other students. Whether in school or in the class, he is a negative example. , is an existence that is often excluded by classmates.
If he didn't have a warm and loving family, parents who understood him, and a sister who would often bicker and play with him, Yang Fan's mental state would have been a disaster.
Before Yang Fan's consciousness awakened in Chengdu, Yang Fan had never thought about whether he had another way to live.
He can also walk around the campus with his head held high, and he can also ignore the contempt, contempt, disgust and even disregard of others and live his life openly and honestly.
As long as a person lives, he should move forward freely without caring about other people's words and eyes!
(End of chapter)