Yang Fan was not a smart person, or at least that was what he thought.
Compared to his sister's 85 points in intelligence, Yang Fan, who only scored 55 points, had always felt inferior. Even though this score had already exceeded the human average of 50 points, he still did not feel that he was a smart person.
However, in order to establish himself in the South China Martial Arts School and not give the homeroom teacher and the school leaders an excuse to kick him out of the school, he still relied on his extraordinary perseverance and hard work to get full marks in all his cultural classes.
In a school like the South China Martial Arts School that only focused on martial arts, Yang Fan was definitely an exception.
He was the only one who could rely on his average score to stay in the South China Martial Arts School even though his martial arts score was almost zero. This was unprecedented.
Due to the school rules set by the South China Martial Arts School's grandmaster, even the current principal did not have the right to ask Yang Fan to leave.
Because of this, Yang Fan had been looked down upon by many people. The title of South China's shame had already fallen on his head since the first year of high school. However, he still persisted and persisted for three years.
There was no other way. Who told the South China Martial Arts School to have the richest martial arts resources in the entire West Chu City? Who told him to never give up and always wanted to break through his own limits and break the curse of being stuck at level two Martial Disciple for the rest of his life?
As for why he was able to enter the South China Martial Arts School as a level two Martial Disciple, others had long since forgotten.
Only Yang Fan himself still remembered that in order to fulfill his wish of entering the South China Martial Arts School, Yang Chaoqun had even invited the head of the admissions office to eat high level beast meat for half a month. Almost half of his family's savings had been used up.
Therefore, even if it was for Father Yang and his family's sake, Yang Fan still insisted on finishing these three years of high school. Otherwise, it would be a loss.
He walked into class 29 with his head held high.
The students in the class who had already arrived looked up at him in surprise.
Yo! What's wrong with this guy today? He seems a little different from usual?
In the past, whenever Yang Fan entered the classroom, he would always walk with his head down, as if he was invisible. He didn't attract anyone's attention at all. Unlike today, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, walking with a majestic gait and a calm smile on his face, giving others the feeling that he had been reborn.
Did something good happen to him?
Someone raised his head and looked at Yang Fan suspiciously. Could it be that this guy had finally broken through after holding back for ten years and was now a third level Martial Disciple?
His aura hadn't changed. It didn't seem like it.
Moreover, even if he had broken through to Level 3, he was still a good-for-nothing. There was no reason for him to be so happy.
After glancing at him, many people no longer paid attention to him. A good-for-nothing who was destined to be eliminated was not worth their time and effort to observe.
"Yang Fan! Yang Fan! Come, come! "
In the last row, student An Sheng waved at him excitedly. This was Yang Fan's deskmate, a fourth level Martial Disciple. En, the second-to-last contestant in class 29. He was Yang Fan's only friend in class.
This was the so-called "birds of a feather flock together." Even a beggar hiding on the roadside might have one or two like-minded friends by his side.
This An Sheng, like Yang Fan, was not liked by other students because of his weak strength. Therefore, over time, he got together with Yang Fan and became a pair of bad friends who teased each other and hugged each other for warmth.
"What's wrong, fatty!"
Looking at Ansheng, Yang Fan couldn't help but think of the flirtatious and extremely narcissistic first grandmaster-level telekinesis master he saw in the last few minutes of "Salvation".
Not to mention, if you looked closely, there were some similarities. They both had the same surname, and they were both so flamboyant.
Perhaps An Sheng wasn't bragging to him. His grandfather might really be that An Le.
"Go, go, go. If you call me fatty again, I'll get angry with you. Do you believe me?" An Sheng glared at Yang Fan in annoyance. "This is called rich. Rich as in tall, rich, and handsome. Do you understand?"
Pursing his lips, Yang Fan ignored him and sat down in his seat. He habitually opened his book, wanting to review the new things he learned yesterday.
"Hey, why aren't you saying anything? Weren't you very energetic just now? How did you become so quiet? "
Sure enough, An Sheng was a chatterbox. He did not stay idle for a moment. Even if you did not ask him, he would not be able to control himself and would tell you.
"Speaking of which, the last person to speak in the group last night was you, right? You're awesome, bro. You can brag in such a refreshing and refined manner. You knocked everyone down in an instant! "
An Sheng gave Yang Fan a thumbs up. It was definitely not an easy thing to make the good guy Zhao Zhu so angry that he used the Great Muting Technique.
"I'm telling the truth. I'm not bragging," Yang Fan replied calmly.
An Sheng's eyes lit up. He was amused. "I like the way you talk nonsense with a straight face. It's a unique style. I'll do it again next time if I have the chance!"
Okay, I have nothing in common with this b * tch.
Yang Fan tilted his head and continued to ignore him.
"You've seriously read a high school math textbook for one minute. Your logical analysis ability has been strengthened. Knowledge + 1."
Hearing this familiar notification, Yang Fan suddenly stood up from his seat, giving An Sheng, who was trying to find something to say, a fright.
What's wrong with this guy?
He suddenly felt like he had been electrocuted. What kind of stimulation did he receive?
"Fatty, did you hear something just now?" Yang Fan suddenly turned his head to look at An Sheng.
An Sheng said unhappily, "I said, don't call me fatty anymore. Call me An Sheng or Brother Sheng."
"Don't talk nonsense. Answer me!"
Seeing that Yang Fan seemed to be a little anxious, An Sheng stopped joking and asked directly, "There were many voices just now. Which one are you referring to?"
"The system notification voice in 'Salvation'. It's similar to Lin Zhi … Oh, it's similar to Lin Weiwei's voice."
An Sheng could not help but raise his hand to touch Yang Fan's forehead. "What nonsense are you talking about in broad daylight? Lin Weiwei? Do you see a girl in our class now?"
"That's not right." An Sheng quickly reacted and looked at Yang Fan with a worried expression. "Don't tell me you haven't completely woken up from yesterday's virtual world?"
"I heard that many people with weak mental fortitude and a strong sense of immersion will completely lose themselves once they enter a highly realistic virtual game. They can't tell what's virtual and what's real. Don't tell me you're like that?"
"Is that so?"
Raising his hand to slap An Sheng's fat hand away, Yang Fan's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion. The voice he heard was exactly the same as the system he obtained in the game.
Could it really be an auditory hallucination?
"It must be!" An Sheng said seriously, "Yang Fan, you're starting to have auditory hallucinations. You can't let your guard down. You must go to the school doctor for psychological counseling. Otherwise, your situation will only get worse and you won't have the chance to continue playing 'Salvation' in a month's time! "
"This is no small matter. You can't be careless. You should have heard that this year's college entrance exam is linked to 'Salvation'. All the martial arts exams will be conducted in 'Salvation'. Unless you don't want to graduate, you must get rid of this virtual game addiction as soon as possible. "
Upon hearing the words' psychological counseling ', Yang Fan subconsciously resisted. He hated psychologists the most in his life. He hated psychological counseling the most.
"There's no hurry. Let's wait and see." Yang Fan shook his head decisively and said stubbornly, "Maybe I was just distracted and misheard. You don't have to make such a big fuss and let everyone know."
"Really?" An Sheng looked at Yang Fan in disbelief. "I'm not trying to scare you. This is no small matter. If you really can't get rid of the interference brought about by virtual games, you won't be able to take this year's college entrance exam. You can't ignore this."
"Of course. Although it doesn't matter if a loser like you takes the college entrance exam or not, the college entrance exam is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you miss it, you'll definitely regret it."
Yang Fan waved his hand and punched him. "Get lost!"
An Sheng was instantly relieved. Sure enough, Yang Fan was still the same Yang Fan. He hadn't been dragged into the gutter by the game.
But then again, those virtual reality games that were 100% realistic were really deceiving. Everything was made to look real, making people addicted to it and unable to extricate themselves from it. It was really … great!
Yang Fan continued flipping through the book. This time, however, he changed the book in his hand to a Chinese textbook.
"You've read the high school Chinese textbook seriously for one minute. Language organization has been strengthened. Knowledge + 1. Writing skills + 1."
Sure enough, it appeared again!
But this time, Yang Fan didn't show too much emotion like before. He calmly continued reading.
He didn't want everyone to know about this. The head of the class, Huang Zhong, had been looking for a suitable opportunity to kick him out of class 29. If Huang Zhong were to find out that he had developed a virtual dependency disorder for the game 'Salvation', he would definitely use this as an excuse to completely cut off his hopes of taking the college entrance exam.
An Sheng was right. Although the result would be the same whether he took the college entrance exam or not, and he would definitely fail, this was still a rare experience in his life. Even if he knew that he would fail, he didn't want to give up.
This was his right, and no one could force him to do so.
Huang Zhong had always been rude to him. Yang Fan felt that he didn't need to make things easy for Huang Zhong. He just wanted to stay here and take the last shift. He wanted to disgust this snobbish class teacher.
Disgust others and enjoy himself.
This was the standard of a narrow-minded patient.
Yang Fan, on the other hand, seemed to be walking further and further down this road of no return. Moreover, he was walking very happily.
"You've read the high school Chinese textbook seriously for one minute. Language organization has been strengthened. Knowledge + 1. Writing skills + 1."
…
"You've read the high school Chinese textbook seriously for ten minutes. Language organization has been strengthened. Knowledge + 1. Writing skills + 1. Intelligence + 1."
In an instant, Yang Fan's mind was clear. He felt that his thinking and memory seemed to have some obvious changes.
For a moment, Yang Fan began to feel a little uncertain. Could it be that what he was hearing and feeling were all illusions?
It didn't seem like it!
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