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Gao Mou and the others had been on the island for more than a week.
The summer vacation was only two months long, and they had to spend half of it on this savage island. Just thinking about it made them want to cry.
If they wanted to leave this island in advance, there was only one way — to help the owner of this island, the mysterious tycoon 'Mr. Windbreaker', teach the natives on the island and finish learning the 《Analects of Confucius》.
However, under the guidance of the old professor, everyone used the most scientific and efficient teaching methods to teach the natives. Up until now, they had only managed to make the natives forget the scribbled version of the 《Three Character Classic》 and master the correct Chinese version of the 《Three Character Classic》.
It was unknown how long it would take for the natives to finish learning the 《Analects of Confucius》.
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When Gao Mou thought of this, he sighed, "Rich people really know how to play."
He was obviously a rich and handsome tycoon, but instead of living a life of luxury, he ran to a secluded island and personally taught the natives on the island 'Chinese'.
How much pain did this man's balls have to be idle for him to do such a thing?
As expected, an ordinary person like him couldn't understand the thoughts of the rich.
In short … this summer vacation had been completely abnormal since he met the Zhuge siblings. How unfortunate, why did I have such a 'childhood friend' and 'childhood friend'?
Gao Mou, male. Jiangnan University Mechanical Engineering Department, Mechanical Design and Manufacturing Faculty, Department 19, Class 43. Bespectacled boy, slightly handsome, and his family's financial situation was good.
Gao Mou wasn't an abbreviation. His name belonged to the 'non-biological series'. His surname was Gao, and his name was so-and-so. Therefore, Gao Mou was his name.
Gao Mou had an ambition in his heart. After he graduated from university, found a job, and left his father's financial control, he would immediately go to the police station and change his name.
He definitely had to change his name!
In addition, he was in Song Shuhang's dormitory. He was the only one with a girlfriend in reality.
Compared to the genius coder 'Li Yangde', the overly energetic 'Lin Tubo', and Song Shuhang who squatted at the novel store to freeload for an entire afternoon, Gao Moumou was the only 'mature' member in the dormitory. He often took on the responsibility of 'taking care of other roommates'.
For example, two months ago, when Song Shuhang caught a cold, it was Gao Mou who reminded him to buy medicine and porridge. Then, he divided the work with the other roommates.
Yet, this' mature 'Gao Mou had a little secret that even his roommates didn't know about.
He was secretly writing online novels … Moreover, he had been writing for several years. He had been writing since he was in high school. Unknowingly, he had accumulated a small group of die-hard readers.
It was a pity. Due to the heavy workload of his studies, he did not have much time to write. He was a student with excellent grades. Otherwise, he would not have been admitted to Jiangnan University City.
He had very little time to write every day. Usually, he could only write about 6,000 characters a day.
Also, Gao Mou felt that writing novels was like writing a 'private diary'. If his roommates knew about it, they would be very shy. Therefore, he never mentioned it to his roommates.
He was very careful when he wrote. If he was in good condition, he would write more and save some manuscripts in case of accidents.
Before this summer vacation trip. Gao Moumou had secretly and painstakingly accumulated a script for half a month.
According to his original plan, he would publish 6,000 characters a day. Moreover, he would have access to computers and the internet during the trip. He could more or less secretly write some more. Updating during the summer vacation was not a problem.
However, he did not expect that a terrible thing would happen. The plane actually crashed!
They had actually fallen onto a savage island!
There were only aborigines on the savage island.
Apart from the residence of the mysterious rich man in a windbreaker, there were no computers, no internet, and no internet on the entire island.
He estimated that he would have to stop updating for more than three months. He had just started a new book this semester. From the time the book was published until now, he did not take a day off and did not stop updating for a day. Now, it seemed that this record was going to be broken.
The readers wouldn't call him a eunuch, right?
More importantly, he had tolerated Lonely Island Adventures, but why did he do it when he was sleeping? Why did he have to sleep separately from Yayi?
They were boyfriend and girlfriend, okay?
Why did he have to stuff those two idiots Tubo and Zhuge Zhongyang with him? These two idiots had no idea what 'worry' was in their brains. They were already in a deep sleep.
"Sigh … where should I start complaining?" Gao Mou sighed deeply.
There was also one more thing that was stuck in Gao Mou's heart.
Song Shuhang had boarded the plane with them. After the crash, he ran off to god knows where. Although the rich man in the black windbreaker said that he was good friends with Song Shuhang and guaranteed that nothing happened to Song Shuhang.
But after not hearing any news from Song Shuhang for a week, Gao Mou was still a little worried.
Come to think of it … when did that brat Song Shuhang become friends with the rich man in the black windbreaker?
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Just as Gao Mou couldn't sleep and was letting his imagination run wild. Suddenly, a figure passed by in front of his small mud hut.
Who's that? Gao Mou became vigilant.
His whole body tensed up.
Although he looked like a scholar, he had practiced martial arts when he was a child. Although he had abandoned it for many years, he still had some foundation in it.
Gao Mou tensed up and carefully moved out of the mud hut.
Under the moonlight, Gao Mou saw the figure clearly.
It was a golden-haired, middle-aged foreigner.
There was only one person on the island who had this physique — Mr. Joseph, the disciple in name of Song Shuhang. He had learned the martial art 《Times are Calling》 from Song Shuhang and practiced it day and night, strengthening his physique by a lot.
Strange, why did Mr. Joseph come out so late at night? Gao Mou thought.
At this time, he saw Joseph pass through the mud hut and enter the forest.
In the forest, there was an open space.
Joseph came to the open space and took a deep breath. Soon after, he started to do one, two, three, four exercises of the 《Times are Calling》.
Gao Mou was speechless.
I understand now. It seems that this Mr. Joseph couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and came out to do some exercises.
Speaking of which, does Mr. Joseph still think that Song Shuhang is a martial arts expert?
If that brat Song Shuhang is a martial arts expert, then I should be one of the Five Uniques of the Pugilistic World, right? Gao Mou laughed. After all, he had learned martial arts for a period of time when he was a child.
But just as he finished saying this. Gao Moumou, on the other hand, had a strange feeling in his heart.
There seemed to be one or two fragments in his memory. Very fragmented scenes — Song Shuhang leaping onto roofs and vaulting over walls, and Song Shuhang using the hot-blooded legendary warrior skill, the 'Fiery Sword Technique'?
Why would such scenes appear in his mind?
Gao Mou shook his head.
Did he write too many novels that he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion?
Forget it. I'll go back to sleep.
I'm not in the mood to play the 《Times are Calling》 with Mr. Joseph in the middle of the night ~
Thinking of this, Gao Mou quietly moved back, not wanting to ruin Mr. Joseph's mood.
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Just as Gao Mou was about to return to his mud hut, a rustling sound came from the forest.
Next. Twenty natives of the island rushed in from all directions and surrounded Joseph.
Not good! Gao Mou's heart tightened!
All kinds of movies and novels about 'cannibals' appeared in his mind.
These natives want to harm Joseph?
Gao Moumou scanned the surroundings, trying to find a weapon. Even if it was a wooden stick, it would still be better than being bare-handed.
However, before he could find a suitable weapon, the scene in front of him changed again.
The twenty natives, just like in a TV drama, uniformly cupped their hands and bowed to Joseph. Then, they bowed.
The natives were still shouting the word 'Shifu' in their stiff Huaxia language.
Gao Mou was dumbfounded.
What kind of play is this?
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Joseph's gaze swept over the twenty natives. His expression was dignified and his eyes were bright. "Very good. Is everyone here?"
"Yes, Teacher. Today ~ it is our turn to come … Teacher, please continue teaching us the divine technique! "The leader of the twenty natives stepped forward and said in stiff Chinese.
Joseph nodded in satisfaction. "Then, let's begin. Demonstrate the first three moves of the divine technique I taught you last time! "
"Yes, Teacher!" the twenty natives said respectfully.
Next. They stood in rows and soon formed a neat square formation of tofu.
Next, the twenty natives seriously performed the 《Times are Calling》.
This scene was so dazzling that it almost blinded Gao Mou's eyes.
What is happening to this world?
Is the world collapsing?
Or perhaps … Is the 《Times are Calling》 really a peerless divine technique? Are these stupid students guarding a mountain of gold without knowing how to develop it?
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Very soon, the first three moves of the 《Times are Calling》 were performed by the natives.
"Very good, your movements are very accurate." A satisfied expression appeared on Joseph's face. "In that case, today I will teach you the fourth move of the divine technique!"
"Teacher, when can we become strong? Resist the cruel master of the island and hang him up and beat him! "a native disciple said longingly.
"When practicing martial arts, the most important thing is to guard against impatience. If you are impatient, you will not be able to practice the peerless divine technique," Joseph said solemnly.
Soon after, Joseph continued, "Your physical fitness far surpasses mine. After you learn the complete set of the divine technique and practice more, you will be able to feel a huge improvement in your physical fitness in a short period of time!"
Since the natives hadn't been learning Chinese for a long time, Joseph often had to gesticulate to describe the meaning of his words.
"Then, when you have cultivated the sense of qi, you will be able to feel it. When your fists are able to explode the air and produce an explosive sound, that is when you have mastered the divine technique! "When Joseph said this, a look of envy appeared in his eyes.
His revered teacher, Song Shuhang, had already reached the realm where he could explode the air with a light wave of his hand.
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