Chapter 115 Perseverance Is My Greatest Talent

Hualalalalala——

The faint aroma of coffee floated in the boys' dormitory mixed with the smell of feet.

Qi Sui stood on the ground and stretched, his muscles stretched and stretched, and his bones "crackled" like firecrackers.

After a night of sleep, both his mental strength and vitality were restored.

He stuffed a few rice balls made of the secret valley into his mouth without changing his expression, and then drank the boiling hot coffee. A new day started at 6:10 in the morning.

He glanced at the three roommates who were still snoring.

Qi Sui did not wake them up, quietly closed the door, and walked out.

The benefits of a physique of up to "68" points are all-round.

After a simple wash, Qi Sui squatted on the toilet, his intestines and stomach moved rapidly, and he easily solved the physiological problem in three seconds, and it was so clean that he didn't even need to wipe it with paper.

"It's so comfortable!"

Qi Sui glanced at the neatly shaped waste, and then reluctantly washed it away.

I vaguely remember that I was weak and sickly when I was a child. The biggest problem was my stomach. I took a lot of Chinese medicine to regulate it, but it didn't work. Every time I squatted there, I felt like I was on the execution ground.

Wash your hands clean.

Bathed in the beautiful morning light and refreshing breeze.

Qi Sui ran on the campus and came to the school gravity building.

Outside the door, Zheng Qingshan was waiting there early, lying on a recliner woven from wood and bamboo, squinting his eyes and looking at the handsome face of the boy, with a smile on his mouth: "Sui boy, you are hardworking enough. You just fainted yesterday, and you are alive and kicking here to practice today?"

"The boy is dull in talent, of course he has to work twice as hard as others, so as not to be left far behind." Qi Sui smiled shyly, a naive and simple boy.

Zheng Qingshan glared at him unhappily: "You are a dull boy, so are there any geniuses in the world? Come on, go in quickly, be restrained, don't train yourself to death."

"Okay!"

Qi Sui said goodbye to the old man with a smile, and then pressed the elevator to the fourth floor.

Regarding the last bone sword cut last night, Zheng Qingshan tacitly did not ask, and he would not take the initiative to publicize it.

This thing is also one of his trump cards, and it involves extraordinary characteristics, so the fewer people know about it, the better.

However, even if the other party really wants to ask, he has thought of perfunctory words.

Push everything onto the extraordinary warrior.

Anyway, he was in the realm of gods at the time. Except for the god of flesh and blood, Ama Yimeng, no one knew what really happened, and it all depended on his mouth to fool around.

"This kid..."

Watching Qi Sui's back as he left.

Zheng Qingshan smiled and shook his head, then a thoughtful expression appeared on his old face: "That sword... is he back?"

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18 times gravity!

Dazzling red light, the roar of the machine.

Under the high-intensity operation of the gravity room, a constant crystal will be consumed every few tens of seconds, and the time balance in the training card is also rapidly falling.

"Hah!"

Qi Sui's face was solemn, and he waved a few punches at the air.

He enjoyed the feeling of gravity squeezing his body muscles together, and there was a kind of pleasure of congestion.

Three minutes later.

Qi Sui took off his clothes and threw them aside. Sometimes it was not that he had any weird exhibitionism, but it was really uncomfortable to practice in clothes.

"18 times gravity, in front of the current physique, it is still a bit small, go straight to 20 times!"

The red light became more and more dazzling.

It was like diving into the deep sea ten thousand meters, and the high pressure coming from all directions made his skin bloody.

"Great!"

Qi Sui yelled excitedly.

Changing his usual gentle and elegant scholar image, he was like a mad beast in the state of cultivation.

Constantly stimulating the flesh and blood of the body, performing various difficult movements.

Then he repeatedly sharpened it with great pleasure.

Muscles and internal strength... all became stronger at an extremely slow speed in this process.

It takes time for ice to freeze three feet thick.

It takes time for a drop of water to wear away a stone.

The same is true for martial arts practice. Only with persistent efforts can you glimpse the scenery at a higher level.

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One hour later.

The gravity room was closed.

Qi Sui stood under cold water to rinse his slightly sore muscles, then quickly put on his clothes and rushed to the main teaching building of Qinglong Wuda.

Today is the first class after the military training.

Qi Sui didn't want to miss it.

Take the elevator to the 16th floor and find classroom No. 1607.

This is a circular stepped lecture hall with an area of ​​about 200 square meters. The high-end cotton chairs are spaciously placed, which can accommodate about 50 students for class.

At this time, there are still a few minutes before the class, and many students are already sitting in the classroom.

Obviously, everyone showed great curiosity and excitement about the first class.

Qi Sui's intrusion did not attract much attention.

After all, few freshmen participated in the incident of the small temple yesterday, and most old students did not know his name, so the school suppressed the relevant matters as much as possible.

He looked around the classroom and came to a familiar position, the corner by the window in the back row.

The desk was clean and tidy, made of some special alloy, with a VR sensor helmet for teaching on it.

Just as he picked up the helmet and studied it with great interest, there was suddenly an uproar and exclamation in the classroom.

Qi Sui looked up curiously and saw Gu Xiyue walking into the classroom with a pretty and beautiful expressionless face.

The girl was wearing a simple purple T-shirt today, and the hem of the shirt was casually tucked into the edge of the high-waisted denim shorts, perfectly outlining her slender waist.

The trouser legs were slightly tightened, highlighting the round and straight beautiful legs, and paired with white and pink sneakers, she looked even taller.

"This guy... does he have a cowboy fetish!"

Qi Sui muttered strangely.

However, it must be said that among all the girls he had met, Gu Xiyue's beautiful legs were the most attractive, straight and round, with every arc just right, more beautiful than those models' long legs.

The whole class was in an uproar.

In Qinglong Martial Arts University, where there are more boys than girls, girls are already very popular, not to mention a beautiful girl like Gu Xiyue who has no flaws in her appearance and figure.

Gu Xiyue didn't seem to like the feeling of being stared at by burning eyes. She frowned slightly, walked to the back under the attention of many boys, and then sat down next to Qi Sui.

In an instant, all kinds of envious, jealous, and even hostile eyes fell on Qi Sui.

Qi Sui touched his cheek, too lazy to argue with these energetic adolescents who were thinking about women, and didn't talk to Gu Xiyue, but continued to study with his helmet.

Hmm~ 6080-level transmission card.

The price on the market is at least around 150,000. The school is really rich!

Just then, the noise in the classroom quieted down a lot. A tall, sturdy middle-aged man holding a thermos cup in his hand strode onto the podium.

"Ahem~"

The middle-aged man looked dignified and habitually cleared his throat.

Under the pressure of his gaze, the classroom quickly restored order. Many boys sat up straight and moved their reluctant eyes away from Gu Xiyue.

"Okay, let me introduce myself to you first. My name is Bai Zhanhong. I am the counselor of your Qianlong class and also the teacher of martial arts theory class!"

The man spoke clearly and loudly. Even without a loudspeaker, his voice could still be clearly heard by everyone.

"These are my resumes. Let me show you a brief!"

The middle-aged man drew his fingers in the air.

A slightly blue light screen appeared on the blackboard.

It recorded Bai Zhanhong's martial arts education background.

Graduated from Qinglong Martial Arts University in 2048, and was named an outstanding graduate of that year.

Then he went abroad to study, completed his master's and doctoral degrees at the Shuguang Supernatural Institute in Shenying Country, successfully entered the Grandmaster realm, and then returned to his alma mater to teach.

Overall, this resume is very impressive.

A young Grandmaster stood on the podium to teach, which is enough to show the teaching staff of Qinglong Martial Arts University.

"Okay!"

Enjoying the admiring eyes of the students, Bai Zhanhong ended his pretentious moment.

He raised his palm, and the screen changed.

"First of all, let me tell you what the Hidden Dragon Class is?"

"The Hidden Dragon Class is a tradition of every class at Qinglong Martial Arts University. It is equivalent to the key class and the excellent class in your high school stage, and enjoys small class teaching."

"All of you here are the best in the martial arts college entrance examination in your respective provinces, and at least enjoy the school's S-level training plan."

"But what I want to say now is that a new starting point, a new beginning, don't bring your arrogance and arrogance in high school to the university campus."

"High school martial arts is completely different from university martial arts. This is not a greenhouse, not a comfort zone, and not a place for you to enjoy playing badly!"

"This is a tempering field of blood and fire. Perhaps from this moment on, each of you must be prepared to die at any time!"

The man's words were cold and without any emotion, and they struck everyone's heart word by word.

It brought a strong spiritual shock to these rookie freshmen who had just left high school and entered university.

Although I had heard that students at the Martial Arts University would perform various missions and garrison in secret places, there would be many death indicators every time.

But they still found it hard to accept the man's blunt words.

Death was still a distant word for them, who had just turned 18.

The middle-aged man continued, "Of course, the school will try its best to ensure everyone's safety, focusing on training rather than just letting everyone die, but... you still have to be mentally prepared. The first homework for you today is that everyone has to write a suicide note after returning."

At this time, a girl in the front row asked softly, "Teacher, will we... really die? Can we not carry out the mission and not participate in the training? I just want to attend classes quietly in school."

"No!"

Bai Zhanhong's voice was firm, and he looked at her coldly, saying, "This era is in turmoil, and human civilization may be overturned at any time. The reason why you can still sit here quietly and listen to the class is because there are higher people to protect you from the wind and rain."

"Every training resource you enjoy is stained with the blood of pioneers. The country is not a charity, and the school is not a pig farm. If you are afraid of death, just drop out!"

At this point, Bai Zhanhong's eyes swept across the crowd, and an indescribable master temperament burst out.

"Besides, a true strong man cannot be cultivated in a greenhouse. If you don't experience fighting, you will only be useless."

"You are all students of the Qianlong class, and you have a promising future. I hope you can understand this truth!"

The girl was ashamed and lowered her head and whispered, "Teacher, I... I understand."

"Very good, it's normal to be afraid of death. When I was your age, I was also afraid of death, but after experiencing fighting and killing, I naturally became indifferent."

Bai Zhanhong nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "There is one more thing, that is, we need to choose a student leader for the Qianlong class, similar to the position of class monitor. Is there anyone willing to volunteer?"

When this was said, everyone looked at each other, and many people were interested, but no one dared to stand up first.

After all, the monitor of the martial arts class is different from that of the ordinary class.

There is no first in literature, and no second in martial arts.

Without strong martial arts strength to support it, it is difficult to convince the public!

Bai Zhanhong looked towards the back row, and landed on the burly figure who was not interested and was only interested in the VR sensor helmet.

There was some subtle disappointment in his eyes.

He had received a notice from the school leaders long before he started teaching.

The classmate named Qi Sui in this class was extremely talented and powerful, and needed to be given special attention.

If he was willing to step up and be the person in charge, I think no classmates in the class would be dissatisfied, and that would be the best thing.

Unfortunately, Qi Sui had no intention of doing this at all.

He would spend most of his time practicing martial arts every day, and he would also go to Shenhua University to study experiments with Professor Mo Ying, so he had no time to take care of these trivial matters.

Although this position is really good.

As long as you are good at dancing and can get along well with your classmates, you will be a powerful social resource after graduation.

At this moment, a figure stood up in the corner of the classroom against the wall.

His voice was cold and magnetic, like a singer.

"Since no one wants to, I'll take the position of class monitor!"

"My name is Zhou Shentong, I'm 19 years old this year, a martial artist at the Double Star Realm, I believe many of you should have heard of my name."

Zhou Shentong?

The super genius who was rumored to be the only one to get the school's SSS-level training plan this year.

Until this moment, Qi Sui finally put down his helmet and looked over with interest.

With just one glance, his eyes narrowed slightly, flashing a slightly hostile light.

This pretty boy who came out of nowhere is so damn handsome!

Unlike Qi Sui's slightly exaggerated and mighty figure, Zhou Shentong has a well-proportioned figure, a height of just over 1.8 meters, and a lean and smooth muscle. He is simply a walking male model embryo.

The most outrageous thing is that face, with handsome and delicate features, white and tender skin, a pretty boy.

As expected, the girls in the class all covered their mouths and exclaimed like crazy.

This was a treatment that Qi Sui had never had.

He was handsome, but after all, he was a little too handsome.

Bai Zhanhong's brows relaxed and said, "Very good, in this case, then Zhou will be the student leader of our class in the future. In the future, everyone should help each other and make progress together, and strive to spend four years of college life smoothly and safely."

Applause rang out like thunder.

"Please give us more advice in the future!"

Zhou Shentong showed everyone a gentle and elegant smile, and then sat back in his seat under the girls' excited gaze.

Qi Sui was a little jealous.

He glanced at the handsome man Zhou Shentong, and then at Gu Xiyue with a paralyzed face, and leaned over and said, "Senior sister, let me ask you a question!"

Gu Xiyue seemed to come back to her senses from a daze. Her heartbeat accelerated a little, and she turned her head and whispered, "Ask!"

"Who is more handsome, me or that guy named Zhou Shentong?" Qi Sui's eyes widened, looking very unconvinced.

Doubt emerged in Gu Xiyue's clear pink eyes.

It was the first time she saw Qi Sui being serious about such a thing, so she turned her head to look at Zhou Shentong, her lips slightly raised, and said, "He's handsome!"

"Well, I believe in your judgment, Senior Sister!"

Qi Sui's face was full of pain, and he took a mirror to look at his face.

His sword-like eyebrows were straight into his temples, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and his cheeks were as firm as if they were carved by a knife.

However, the flaw in his handsomeness was that his soft face was replaced by strong muscles, which looked a little too powerful.

"Compared with strength, what does it matter if I'm less handsome? When I was in high school and didn't have such big muscles, I must have been much more handsome than him!"

"Really, Senior Sister?"

Gu Xiyue held back her funny expression and said lightly, "No!"

"Okay, it's ugly, as long as it's acceptable. Men don't live by their faces!"

Qi Sui threw the mirror aside.

In fact, he didn't care about his appearance as much as his strength. He just said that just now just to find a topic to tease Gu Xiyue.

The class returned to order again.

Bai Zhanhong began to talk about the techniques and training methods of muscle strength.

Qi Sui also focused on the class and listened carefully.

At this moment, a girl's soft muttering came from his ear.

"I'm sorry!"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Qi Sui looked at her in confusion.

The girl's white and tender face was like snow, and a seductive blush suddenly appeared.

The blush quietly spread from her cheeks to the tip of her ears, just like being gently brushed by the petals of cherry blossoms blooming in the warm spring sun.

The voice was very soft, so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"Just now... I lied."

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