Chapter 1 Wastewood Yang Fan
Yang Fan opened his eyes and saw that there were even more than one cars flying in the sky.
The trajectories looked messy, gliding or diving, and some were even walking in 8-figures.
"Nima, it seems that she was really drunk, she started to dream, and even the car started to fly in the sky."
"Well, it's good to have a dream, it means that I can finally fall asleep!"
Yang Fan turned over and continued to sleep in another position. After five days and five nights of insomnia, he never felt that sleeping was such a happy thing.
So fragrant, so sweet, so enjoyable!
So, wine, it's really a good thing, he should have thought of using this method to help sleep earlier, even if he drank it and vomited to death, it would be worth it.
"You turned over, your body coordination has improved, and your physical fitness recovery is +1."
In a trance, a soft but slightly mechanical unfamiliar female voice came from his ear, Yang Fan frowned, and replied vaguely: "Don't make trouble! I'm going to sleep!"
The surroundings became quiet in an instant, Yang Fanba snorted 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 in a row, your mental power is restored, and your physical power is restored by +1."
"If you are exposed to the sun for an hour, the radiation protection ability is strengthened, photosynthesis +1, and psychic power +1."
"You breathe miasma continuously for an hour, your vital capacity has increased, and poison resistance +1."
Whoohoo!
Yang Fan slept soundly, completely ignoring the occasional chatter in his ears.
He was really tired. Five days and five nights of insomnia had tortured him so many times that he wanted to jump off the building to get out. Come.
Even if he died, he would die on the bed.
"Yang Fan! Yang Fan! Are you okay? Wake up! Wake up!"
"It doesn't seem to be poisoned. This guy is not asleep, right? Listen to the snoring."
"Is it better to have more brains? Yang Fan is not fake, 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. Sleeping here is looking for death."
"Looking at the scar on the back of his head, it was obviously thrown here after being stunned. Who has such a big grudge against him, it doesn't count as a stunned person, and he stripped him of his protective clothing. Did it take Yang Fan's life?"
A group of young people in uniform protective suits chatted around Yang Fan, debating their opinions, but no one was willing to lend a helping hand to him, not even sending a signal to the invigilator for help on his behalf.
"Okay, okay, it's just a waste, it's better to die, everyone should continue the assessment, don't affect everyone's results because of a waste!"
Soon, the crowd dispersed, and Yang Fan's side became quiet again.
Whoohoo!
Yang Fan turned over again and slept more soundly, drooling all over the floor, but he didn't notice it.
"You turned over, your body coordination has improved, and your physical fitness recovery is +1."
Thousands of meters high in the sky, in the depths of the white clouds, the Yunling I airship was suspended in the air. In the monitoring hall in the central area, Huang Zhong, the head teacher of Class 29 in the third grade, frowned and looked at Yang Fan who was asleep.
Breathing is even, heartbeat is 65 beats per minute, blood strength is 86, and vital signs are all normal.
It seems that there is no problem, but who can explain how a second-level martial artist student in him can resist the third-level radiation and second-level miasma below?
"This kid is funny!"
Next to him, Gao Xiangyang, the head teacher of Class 28 in the third grade, looked at the surveillance footage of Yang Fan with great interest, and said, "As soon as he entered the venue, he was hacked.
After taking off his mask and clothes, he was completely naked in the wild, tsk tsk tsk, what a vengeance this is, to force people to death. "
Gao Xiangyang shook his head, "If an ordinary person were thrown into the wild like this, he would die of heart and lung failure within half an hour, but this kid, it's been an hour and nothing has happened, and he's still sleeping soundly. Going up, I really think this is his bedroom, and I slept so soundly that my old Gao was a little drowsy."
Having said that, Gao Xiangyang deliberately raised his arm, stretched his waist, and yawned.
"Mr. Huang," Gao Xiangyang put down his arms, turned his head to look at Huang Zhong who was beside him, and said with an expression that you have made a lot of money: "I really want to congratulate you, this kid is very talented at first glance, maybe he is in the body. What special hidden bloodline is there, it's a dusty orb!"
The corners of Huang Zhong's mouth twitched, and there was an urge to raise his hand and slap the guy in front of him to death.
In the entire South China Martial Arts School, who does not know that Yang Fan is a famous martial arts waste, only 2nd grade martial arts apprentice at the age of 16, and his cultivation ability is not even as good as some talented children in the 6th grade of elementary school. Shame on the class and even the entire South China Martial Arts School.
In his class, such a student is not only a hindrance, but also a hindrance. If the federal 12-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, even if he takes it away, my old Huang will never say a single word."
Huang Zhong grabbed Gao Xiangyang's arm and dragged him to his desk, "Come on, Teacher Gao, don't be polite to me, there are students applying for class transfer in my drawer, as long as you nod your head, I, Lao Huang, signed it immediately, no ambiguity!"
Gao Xiangyang's body was shocked, and he made a move to remove the overlord's armor, easily throwing Huang Zhong away, and at the same time shook his head and waved: "Just a joke, please don't take it seriously, Mr. Huang, after all, a gentleman does not take people's favor, so good Baby, my boss, but I can't afford it, so you should keep it for yourself, Mr. Huang."
Just kidding, a waste like Yang Fan is famous for being the tail of a crane. He has always occupied the last place in the grade for three years in high school. Their twenty-eighth class still wants to attack the top ten excellent classes in the grade. How is it possible? Will take him?
"Really don't?" Huang Zhong didn't give up, and said temptingly: "Special bloodline, even immune to nuclear radiation, only the second-level martial artist has the resistance equivalent to the martial artist level, and a little adjustment may be the next level. A Chu Feiyun, Teacher Gao is really unmoved?"
Seeing that Huang Zhong seemed to want to rely on him, Gao Xiangyang hurriedly took two steps back, distanced himself from Huang Zhong, and said righteously: "Mr. Huang needn't say any more, I still say that, a gentleman does not take people's favor, Yang Fan Even if it is a golden bloodline, it is also a student in your teacher Huang's class, and Gao will never be moved."
Huang Zhong pouted, and cursed in contempt, "Coward!
Then, Huang Zhong looked at Yang Fan, who was still sleeping soundly on the screen, feeling so heartbroken.
Such useless firewood, let alone a golden bloodline, even if it is a legendary god-level bloodline, without the slightest talent for martial arts cultivation, is there any use for it?
Moreover, the ability to resist radiation and miasma is not necessarily a special bloodline. It may also be a genetic mutation or some special medicine that has been taken before. In short, dog meat is still dog meat, and waste wood is still waste wood.
"Well, it seems that this time in the mock test, Class 29 is going to be at the bottom again."
"Fortunately, there is only one month left. When the college entrance examination is over, I will be completely relieved! Finally, I don't have to be scorned by people in the last-to-last class!"
Huang Zhong's eyes were a little wet and excited.