The clouds in the sky were dispersed by the breeze, and the bright moonlight poured down from the sky, illuminating the lawn.
Jinguji Budo stood up from the ground, brushed 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, there was a faint smile.
“Huh…Huh…Huh…Huh…”
Beside Wudao, four young men were lying on the ground in different postures, gasping for breath, looking weak.
"Don't lie on the ground for too long, you'll catch a cold."
"Remember to exercise well when you go back. You can't go out to borrow money so weak."
"You don't even have the energy to hit anyone. You look unworthy of your status."
"I didn't even make a move and you fell down. You're too weak."
Jinguji Wudao pinched his neck, looked down at the few people, and said with a smile. He felt very good now, his legs were not sore, his head was not hurting, and he had no problem going up to the fifth floor in one breath.
All of this was the result of the strain recovery potion he had just used.
That's why they say that people who practice martial arts must first learn to take a beating. Wudao now finally understands how to use the strain recovery potion.
"What kind of monster is this guy?!"
“Actually...actually... ” The green-haired young man lying on the ground could only barely raise his head and watch Wu Dao passing over him.
Under the moonlight, apart from the fact that his clothes were a little messy, there was no sign of injury at all. There were not even bruises on his arms or face.
It was hard to imagine that he was the one being besieged by four young men.
Wudao walked out of the lawn, crossed the guardrail and came to the road. This place is a little far from the city center, and the road is empty, with only the street lamps along the street illuminating the road with dim lights. Wudao called up his system panel and saw the martial arts. The level of the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt has increased from 0 to 1, and the proficiency behind it has disappeared.
"It seems that this blue martial arts has reached its limit after level one?"
"I didn't expect this thing to be so powerful. After being beaten by these youngsters for such a long time, I didn't feel any pain at all. Instead, these idiots were exhausted."
"From now on, I am also a master!"
Wu Dao thought happily in his heart and couldn't help humming a little tune on the way home.
"Just like that, I was conquered by you~~ and drank the poison you hid~~"
"My story has ended~~ My love and hate have been buried~~"
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Being robbed while running at night was just a small episode. Regardless of this small episode, Wu Dao gained a lot.
After returning home, Wu Dao used the excuse of team training to fool his parents. After dinner, he took the basketball and started practicing in the yard.
In order not to disturb others, martial arts ball exercises are also very simple, including holding the ball around the neck, holding the ball around both feet in an S shape, and the one that Sakuragi Hanamichi is best at - holding the ball around the waist.
However, after practicing martial arts for a while, he felt a slight dizziness in his head, which was a sign of excessive physical exertion.
"Is there no way for this strain recovery potion to restore physical strength?!"
After realizing that something was wrong with his body, Wu Dao immediately stopped training and sat down on the ground. After a long time, the dizziness gradually subsided, and Wu Dao knew that he could not continue training today.
After taking a shower and changing clothes, Wudao returned to the room. Although it was only a little after nine o'clock, the nightlife had just begun at this time in his past. However, the fatigue of his body burst out the moment Wudao lay on the bed, and soon he fell into a dream.
... .
Clouds covered the sky, and the light of morning light shone through the gaps in the clouds, shining on the earth, bringing some vitality to the gray earth.
Wu Dao woke up naturally, turned to look at the alarm clock by the window, it was only 5.30.
It was the first time I got up so early since the martial arts college entrance exam. I opened the window and the fresh air filled the room, driving away the gloom.
"Comfortable!"
Wu Dao stretched lazily, exclaimed softly, then walked out of the room and washed up in the bathroom.
"Wu Gong, wake up, what's that sound?"
In another room, the sound of Wudao washing up woke up the sleeping Jinguji Xiangxiangli. Xiangxiangli curled up in front of Wudao's chest, gently shook Wudao's arm and shouted.
Wu Gong opened his eyes from his sleep. He was confused and didn't know what was going on. He woke up immediately after hearing the noise outside. He listened for a while and shouted while lying on the bed:
"Wudao?! Wudao, are you awake?" Wu Gong propped himself up and listened carefully.
"It's me!" Wudao, who was washing up in the bathroom, heard Wugong's voice, with foam still in his mouth, and responded unclearly.
In the room, Wu Gong's nervous mood relaxed a little. It was so early in the morning, and he thought there was a burglary in the house. Wu Gong turned his head to look at the clock on the bedside and found that it was only 5:33. Just as he was about to go to bed, he immediately threw off the quilt and walked out of the room.
Following the noise from the toilet, Wu Gong saw Wu Dao who was washing up.
"Why did you get up so early today?"
"It's only half past five. It's still early for school. Where are you going?!"
Wu Gong looked serious, fearing that martial arts would be corrupted. In this era, people's entertainment was not expensive at all, and game halls were everywhere. Although those stores said they would not accept minors, Wu Gong knew what they were like. Moreover, minors liked to go there at this time because no one would check in the morning.
"I was accepted into the basketball team yesterday. I have to practice in the morning and be at school before six."
Wu Dao did not notice the seriousness and vigilance on Wu Gong's face, and answered after rinsing his mouth.
"Before six o'clock? So early?" Wu Gong was surprised when he heard that. Although it was the basketball club, it was just a club activity. This was the first time Wu Gong heard of a club activity so early in Neon.
"Isn't the basketball team's training abnormal early? No need to be so surprised, right?"
"Come to think of it, Dad, I will also be home late at night, and the team will practice very late."
"You don't have to wait for me for dinner."
Wu Dao started to wash his hair, and while washing, he talked to Wu Gong.
Although you are a junior high school student, it is very necessary to wash your hair before going out. Even a funny guy like Sakuragi Hanamichi pays attention to his hairstyle. That crew cut can't be removed without a can of hair wax.
As for the other handsome guy Sendō, there is no need to say more. His hairstyle is the same as Nikaido Benimaru. Benimaru can maintain his hairstyle with electricity, but Sendō relies entirely on hair wax.
Wu Gong nodded silently after hearing this, and returned to the room to take out a 1000 yen bill and put it on the table in the living room. Then he went to the bathroom and said to Wu Dao, "You got up a little early today, so I didn't prepare any lunch boxes for you."
"I've left money on the table for you. You can figure it out yourself when the time comes."
"Don't forget to turn off the lights when you leave."
"Today is technically your first day at school, so make sure you get along well with your classmates."
"You must listen carefully in class. I tell you, studying is..."
Although he is a grown man, his martial arts seemed a little hesitant at this time, and he started to give instructions on every detail.
"I understand. I will study hard. I also went to school once yesterday."
"Go back and get some sleep. I'm getting ready to go out."
After washing his hair, Wu Dao wiped it clean and walked out of the bathroom. He picked up the backpack on the table, put the banknotes in his trouser pocket and went out. Wu Gong saw his son hurried out, opened his mouth and swallowed the rest of his words.
"I'm old enough to not like being nagged anymore."
Wu Gong returned to the room and lay back on the bed. Seeing her husband coming back, Jinguji Xiangxiang happily took Wu Gong's arm and asked:
"Is your son out?"
Wu Gong nodded as if he didn't notice, and sighed softly: "My son has grown up and doesn't like to be nagged anymore." Jinguji Xiangxiang obviously didn't care about it at all. When she heard the sound of the door closing outside the house, she chuckled, grabbed the quilt and covered Wu Gong and her own head.
"You....what are you going to do?!"
"Don't come over here!"
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