Yang Fan opened his eyes and saw that there were cars flying in the sky, and there was more than one of them.
The trajectories looked messy. Some were gliding, some were diving, and some were even walking in a figure eight. They were as fast as lightning, but there were no collisions.
"F * ck, looks like I'm really drunk. I'm dreaming. Even the cars are flying in the sky."
"Well, it's good that I'm dreaming. It means that I can finally fall asleep!"
Yang Fan turned over and changed his position to continue sleeping. After suffering from insomnia for five days and five nights, he had never felt that sleeping was such a blissful thing.
So fragrant, so sweet, so satisfying!
Therefore, alcohol was really a good thing. He should have thought of using this method to help him sleep earlier. Even if he died from drinking or vomiting, it would be worth it.
"You turned over. Body coordination has improved. Stamina recovery + 1."
In a trance, a soft but slightly mechanical female voice sounded in his ears. Yang Fan frowned and mumbled, "Stop messing around! I'm sleeping! "
The surroundings instantly quieted down. Yang Fan smacked his lips twice and began to drool from the corner of his mouth. He slept soundly.
An hour later, the unfamiliar voice sounded again.
"You slept continuously for an hour. Mental strength has recovered. Stamina recovery + 1."
"You basked in the sun for an hour. Radiation resistance has been strengthened. Photosynthesis + 1. Psionic energy + 1."
"You breathed in miasma for an hour. Lung capacity has increased. Poison resistance + 1."
Huff, huff, huff!
Yang Fan slept like a log, completely ignoring the nagging sounds in his ears from time to time.
He was really too tired. After suffering from insomnia for five days and five nights, he wanted to jump off a building several times. Now that he finally fell asleep under the influence of alcohol, he wanted to sleep like this forever. It would be best if he never woke up.
Even if he died, he wanted to die in bed.
"Yang Fan! Yang Fan! Are you okay? Wake up! Wake up! "
"He doesn't seem to be poisoned. This guy can't be asleep, right? Listen to his snoring."
"Can you grow a brain? It's true that Yang Fan is trash, but he isn't stupid. Right now, we are in the middle of a mock exam and we are in the wilderness. He didn't even wear a radiation-proof jacket and is sleeping here? Is he courting death? "
"Look at the scar on the back of his head. It's obvious that he was knocked out and thrown here. Who has such a big grudge against him? Not only did he knock him out, but he also took off his protective suit. Isn't this trying to take Yang Fan's life?"
A group of young people wearing the same type of protective clothing surrounded Yang Fan and chattered, but no one was willing to help him. They didn't even bother to send a signal for help to the invigilator.
"Alright, alright. He's just a piece of trash. It's better if he's dead. Everyone, let's continue with the assessment. Don't let a piece of trash affect everyone's results!"
Soon, the crowd dispersed, and Yang Fan's surroundings became quiet again.
Hu hu hu!
Yang Fan turned over again and slept even more soundly. His saliva flowed all over the floor, but he didn't feel it at all.
"You turned over. Body coordination has improved. Physical recovery + 1."
A thousand meters high in the sky, deep in the clouds, the Yunleng Type I airship was suspended in the air. In the monitoring hall of the central area, the third year class 29's homeroom teacher, Huang Zhong, frowned as he looked at the sleeping Yang Fan.
Breathing even, heartbeat 65 beats per minute, strength of blood 86, vital signs all normal.
There didn't seem to be any problems, but who could explain how he, a mere second level martial disciple, was able to resist the level three radiation and level two miasma below?
"This kid is a bit interesting!"
Next to him, the third year class 28's homeroom teacher, Gao Xiangyang, looked at the monitoring image of Yang Fan with great interest and said, "He was attacked as soon as he entered. His mask was taken off, his clothes were stripped, and he was completely naked in the wilderness. Tsk tsk tsk, how much hatred does this person have to actually want to force him to death?"
Gao Xiangyang shook his head, "If a normal person was left in the wilderness like this, they would die from heart failure in less than half an hour. But this kid, it's already been an hour and he's still completely fine. He's even sleeping soundly. He really thinks this is his bedroom. He's sleeping so soundly that even I, Gao Xiangyang, am a bit sleepy."
Saying this, Gao Xiangyang even deliberately raised his arms to stretch and yawn.
"Teacher Huang." Gao Xiangyang put down his arms and turned to look at Huang Zhong beside him with an expression that said, "I really have to congratulate you. One look and I can tell that this kid is extraordinarily talented. Who knows, he might even have some special hidden bloodline in his body. He is a precious pearl covered in dust!"
The corner of Huang Zhong's mouth twitched. He had the urge to raise his hand and slap the bastard in front of him to death.
In the entire South China Martial Arts School, there was no one who didn't know that Yang Fan was a famous martial arts loser. He was only a second level martial disciple at the age of sixteen, and his ability couldn't even compare to some of the geniuses in the sixth grade. He was the shame of their third year class 29, and even the entire South China Martial Arts School.
A student like this in his class would only be a burden. If the Federation's twelve years of compulsory education couldn't be violated, Huang Zhong would have kicked this grandson out of school long ago.
"If Teacher Xiangyang thinks he's a treasure, feel free to take him. I, Old Huang, will definitely not say a word."
Huang Zhong grabbed Gao Xiangyang's arm and pulled him to his desk, "Come come come, Teacher Gao, don't be polite with me. There's a student transfer application in my drawer. As long as you agree, I, Old Huang, will immediately sign it. I won't be careless!"
Gao Xiangyang's body shook, and he used the 'Overlord Takes Off His Armor' to easily shake off Huang Zhong. At the same time, he shook his head and waved his hand, "It's just a joke. Teacher Huang, don't take it seriously. After all, a gentleman doesn't take what others like. I, Old Gao, can't afford to take such a good treasure. Teacher Huang, you should keep it for yourself."
What a joke. Yang Fan was a loser, and he was famous for being at the bottom of the class. In the three years of high school, he was always at the bottom of the class. Their class 28 still wanted to be in the top ten of the class. How could they accept him?
"You really don't want it?" Huang Zhong did not give up and said temptingly, "It's a special bloodline. He's even immune to nuclear radiation. He's only a second level Martial Disciple, but he has the same level of resistance as a Martial Master. With a little training, he might be the next Chu Feiyun. Teacher Gao, are you really not tempted?"
Seeing that Huang Zhong seemed to want to rely on him, Gao Xiangyang quickly took two steps back and put some distance between him and Huang Zhong. He said righteously, "Teacher Huang, you don't have to say anymore. I'll still say the same thing. A gentleman doesn't take what others like. Even if Yang Fan has the Golden Bloodline, he's still a student in your class. I won't be tempted at all."
Huang Zhong curled his lips and scolded in his heart. Coward!
Then, Huang Zhong looked at Yang Fan, who was still sleeping on the screen. He felt very stifled.
For such a loser, let alone the Golden Bloodline, even if he had the legendary Divine Bloodline, what use would it be if he didn't have the slightest talent in martial arts cultivation?
Moreover, being able to resist the radiation and miasma did not necessarily mean that he had a special bloodline. It could also be a genetic mutation or that he had taken some special medicine in the past. In short, dog meat was still dog meat, and a loser was still a loser.
"Sigh, it seems that in this mock exam, class 29 is going to be at the bottom again."
"Fortunately, there's only one month left. Once the college entrance exam is over, I'll be completely free! Finally, I won't have to be the last in the class and be looked down upon by others! "
Huang Zhong's eyes were a little wet. He was excited.
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