So many things had happened during the day that Yang Fan's mind was a mess. He thought that he would lose sleep at night, but he never thought that as soon as he left the class chat group, he would feel sleepy and fall asleep.
He slept for an entire eight hours and when he woke up, it was already seven o 'clock in the morning.
Opening the door to his bedroom, he saw the breakfast on the table. There was a piece of golden roasted chicken steak, a cup of water, and nothing else.
Yang Fan was not surprised. He picked up the cup of water and gulped it down. Then he directly grabbed the chicken steak and swallowed it down in two or three bites.
In this era, noodles and vegetables were much more precious than ordinary meat. Even if their Yang Family was a middle-class family with a house and a shop in the city, it was impossible for them to be able to eat noodles like they did at noon yesterday.
Ninety percent of the land in the wilderness outside the city was occupied by monster beasts. The amount of land that humans could reclaim and preserve was pitifully small.
Take West Chu City for example. There were around one million and three hundred thousand residents, but the amount of land that could be used to grow food and vegetables was less than a thousand mu.
What kind of concept was this?
Even if the seeds of the plants were incomparably strong and could absorb spiritual energy to quickly grow, and the yield was much higher than before the catastrophe, one mu of land could only produce three thousand pounds a year. It was far from enough to satisfy the daily needs of one million and three hundred thousand residents of West Chu City.
So, going out of the city to hunt monster beasts or to work as laborers, receiving the nutritious meals from the Federation government every day, had become the only source of food for the normal residents of the city.
Yang Fan's family didn't have much money, so naturally they wouldn't be that miserable. However, to be able to eat vegetables, bread, noodles, or steamed buns every day was a kind of extravagant hope.
The chicken steak cooked from a level one monster beast was not only delicious and nutritious, it also contained a lot of spiritual energy. It could let Yang Fan, a level two Martial Disciple, not feel hungry for an entire morning.
After changing his clothes and going downstairs, he called out to his parents who were busy in the store and Yang Fan quickly went out.
There was a bus stop 200 meters west of the Yang Family Restaurant. It only cost 2 Federation coins to bring Yang Fan to Huanan Martial Arts School.
The bus was a maglev type of public transport that left the ground. The source of power was naturally the internal psionic energy. However, due to the effect of maglev, the friction between the bus and the ground was reduced. This way, the bus was more energy efficient. Moreover, if it really sped up, its speed would not be any slower than Mother Yang's small sports car.
Unfortunately, the bus was not destined to drift as freely as a private car. There was not even a driver in the bus. Everything was driven by the AI.
The unchanging route and the fixed and strict stop times allowed the entire city's public transportation to be carried out in an orderly manner.
Yang Fan sat in a seat by the window, his gaze constantly looking outside. Everything in the city was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.
He was familiar because he was a native of this place, so he was not unfamiliar with everything in West Chu City.
It was unfamiliar because there was another memory in his mind, a memory from Yang Fan in Chengdu. Everything in this era was very fresh to him.
The unmanned bus that flew off the ground, the giant airship that whistled overhead from time to time, as well as the traffic police that glided or hovered in the air … …
Yang Fan curiously looked at everything in the city. This was very different from the apocalypse he imagined.
The level of technology here seemed to be much more advanced than before the apocalypse.
Weren't humans struggling to survive in the apocalypse, panicking all day long? How could they still be in the mood to do these fancy things?
Moreover, the city was filled with tall buildings, endless traffic, office workers going to work, students going to school. The bustling scene rose and fell one after another. Which part of it resembled the apocalypse?
Yang Fan had been a normal high school student before. His main task every day was to study, practice martial arts, and break through as soon as possible. He did not have the leisure to pay attention to his surroundings, so he was used to everything in the city, turning a blind eye to it.
But now, since he had completely fused with the memories of Yang Fan in Chengdu, his thoughts had matured. His eyes were naturally different from before.
"Behind the prosperity of any country or race, there must be a powerful army that can make any hostile powers tremble in fear."
This principle was also suitable for the current West Chu City and the Federation government.
In the apocalypse where demonic beasts were everywhere, West Chu City could still have such a peaceful and prosperous scene. It must be because they held a powerful force in their hands that could make the surrounding demonic beasts retreat in fear.
Yang Fan immediately thought of Zhu Huanan, West Chu City's number one master, the founder of their Huanan Martial Arts School.
Since the battle of West Chu City did not happen, that meant that Master Huanan was definitely still alive.
"But what is going on with the memory fragments in my mind? Are the memories of Master Huanan real? "
"Zhu Zhengqi, Zhu Huawu, Zhu Caiwei, Zhu Jiacheng, these people, are they really Master Huanan's relatives? Did they really exist before?"
Yang Fan's mind began to become chaotic. If it wasn't for the fact that he did not have the qualifications to meet Master Huanan, he really wanted to ask Zhu Huanan face to face.
"Ding! We've arrived at the Huanan Martial Arts School! Passengers who need to get off, please bring your belongings and prepare to get off! "
The bus stopped and Yang Fan came back to his senses. He took a deep breath and walked towards the school gates.
On the way, there were quite a few people pointing at him. Yang Fan was already used to this. As the star of the Huanan Martial Arts School, he had always been very popular. Wherever he went, there would be more people turning their heads than the school beauties.
After all, an eighteen year old level two Martial Disciple was an extremely rare existence in a school like the Huanan Martial Arts School that was famous even in the Federation.
It wasn't that an eighteen year old level two Martial Disciple was rare. If one really wanted to investigate, not to mention the entire Federation, even in this small West Chu, not to mention an eighteen year old level two Martial Disciple, even a thirty eight, forty eight, seventy eight or ninety-eight year old level two Martial Disciple would be common. There really was no lack of Yang Fan.
However, Yang Fan was able to attract so much attention and stand out like a crane among chickens. In a place like the Huanan Martial Arts School where geniuses gathered, a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water and stood guard for three whole years without retreating.
The bandit title of "Huanan's Shame" was even more famous. Even the neighboring schools that were on the same level as the Huanan Martial Arts School had heard of him.
"Huanan's Shame, my ass!"
"How can this kind of trash stay in our school? He's already in his third year and he's still a level two Martial Disciple. Doesn't he feel ashamed?"
"Don't say that. Although his martial arts talent is incomparably bad, his liberal arts grades are good. He got full marks in all six subjects. Even the principal has no reason to drive him away."
"Liberal arts? Che, what's the use of that? This is a martial arts school. If he's good at liberal arts, why doesn't he go to the neighboring West Chu High School? Why does he have to stay here and embarrass himself? "
"It's because he's shameless enough to stay in Huanan that I don't have the nerve to say that I'm a student of the Huanan Martial Arts School."
"That's right, that's right. Now when old classmates from other schools meet, they will ask if it's true that your school has a level two Martial Disciple called Yang Fan. How embarrassing! "
"… …"
Yang Fan's footsteps were firm. He didn't care about the surrounding junior brothers and sisters pointing at him. He stayed in the Huanan Martial Arts School with his own ability, so why should he be embarrassed?
If it was in the past, he might feel inferior and unhappy. It was very likely that he would tuck his tail between his legs and walk to class 29 with his tail between his legs. Then, he would be an ostrich and wouldn't go out unless it was necessary.
But now, Yang Fan's attitude had completely changed. He held his head high and strode past the children who had bad intentions towards him. At the same time, he didn't forget to give them a big smile.
Disgusting to death!
He liked to see these people's expressions when they were unhappy with him but couldn't do anything about it.
If these people were unhappy, he would feel very comfortable. He would be in a good mood and his spirit would be refreshed.
Obviously, Chengdu's Yang Fan's narrow-minded nature of seeking revenge for the smallest grievance had completely come online.
"This guy's smile is so cheap. I can't help but want to beat him up!"
"I feel the same!"
"He seems to be laughing at us. I'm a level five Martial Disciple. What right does he have? No, I have to beat him up and teach him how to treat a strong person! "
"Calm down, calm down! There are many people in the school who want to beat him up. If they can beat him up, it won't be you! "
"Don't forget the school rules of South China Martial Arts School. Bullying the weak and bullying students with lower cultivation than you will be expelled! For such a shameless trash, it's not worth it! "
"…"
Along the way, there was no obstruction. No one dared to jump out and find trouble with him.
At this moment, Yang Fan suddenly realized that this was actually not bad. At least his mood was very good and his thoughts were very clear. As for how others would look at him, was it really that important?
In these three years, no, in these ten years, he had been living under the criticism of others. He felt inferior, was silent, and didn't dare to communicate with other students. Whether it was in school or in class, he was a negative example. He was an existence that was often excluded by his classmates.
If he didn't have a warm and loving family, parents who understood him, and a sister who would often bicker with him, Yang Fan's mental state would have been a disaster long ago.
Before Yang Fan's consciousness had awakened in Chengdu, Yang Fan had never thought that he actually had another way to live.
He could also walk around the school with his head held high and his chest puffed out. He could also ignore the contempt, disgust, and even disregard of other people's gazes. He could openly live with the attitude that he should have.
A person should live like this and move forward without care for other people's words and gazes!
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