Gao Wu: Invincibility Starts From Liver Experience

During the break between classes, Meng Qi practiced while reading.

There are some basic knowledge in the book, which is not difficult to understand.

With Meng Qi's photographic memory, reading it once is enough for the essay test.

The key is the martial arts test, and the results of the martial arts test determine which university you can go to.

Universities are also divided into grades and grades.

The best ones are definitely the four major colleges, then the key colleges, and then the first-rate colleges and second-rate colleges.

The last is the non-entry academy, which is a place for ordinary people to go to school.

If you fail the martial arts test, you can only go to a low-level academy in the end, and basically cut off the possibility of becoming a martial artist in this life.

Of course, with the golden finger, Meng Qi can become a martial artist even if he does not go to a prestigious university.

But if there is a choice, who doesn't want to go to a good university.

The enrollment standard of the four major academies is formal warriors, which is impossible to achieve within ten days.

So Meng Qi's goal is the key college.

The admissions criteria of the key colleges are prospective warriors.

The so-called quasi-warriors can already initially use the aura in their bodies to fight.

A quasi-warrior can easily defeat ten unarmed men.

By the way, Zhou Yang, Meng Qi's nemesis, is a quasi-warrior.

Perhaps it was because of a tacit understanding between rivals, as soon as Meng Qi thought of Zhou Yang, Zhou Yang's annoying voice rang in his ears.

"No matter how much you study, you are the last one. If you can't pass the college entrance examination, you will go home to raise pigs, right?"

Zhou Yang has a rough appearance and a tall man. He often bullied Meng Qi in high school.

Meng Qi rolled his eyes: "Raising pigs is at least better than giving people a bath."

That's right, Zhou Yang's family opened a bathhouse, and because of the shortage of manpower, Zhou Yang would often give people a bath.

So every time Zhou Yang bullied Meng Qi, Meng Qi would go to Zhou Yang's bathhouse to ask Zhou Yang to take a bath.

As for being shy? Isn't anyone who is young will be shy?

"you……"

Zhou Yang was about to teach Meng Qi a lesson when the class bell rang, so he had no choice but to return to his seat and sit down unwillingly.

After a while, Zhou Yang felt that class was boring, so Zhou Yang took out his mobile phone and put it under the table to play.

For a quasi-martial artist like him, the head teacher usually turns a blind eye when he sleeps in class and plays with his mobile phone.

Perhaps sensing Meng Qi's gaze, Zhou Yang made a funny face on purpose to annoy Meng Qi.

Meng Qi glanced at him and raised his right hand:

"Teacher, I will report Zhou Yang watching movies in class."

Zhou Yang's expression froze on his face, and his face was flushed.

"Zhou Yang, get out of here and stand behind me." The head teacher sternly shouted.

Without the eye-obstructing person, Meng Qi felt a lot happier, and even his cultivation speed was a little faster.

After one class, the experience value increased by 10 points.

In such a comparison, the former self is really a complete waste of cultivation.

Suddenly, a note was thrown on Meng Qi's desk.

【Don't bother, if you can get into college, sows can climb trees】

You don't need to think about it to know it was written by that idiot Zhou Yang.

Meng Qi frowned, put the note in his hand and raised it up: "Teacher, Zhou Yang passed the note to me in class, which will affect my study."

Zhou Yangren was dumbfounded.

"Zhou Yang, get out of here."

The homeroom teacher called Zhou Yang outside the classroom, and he spit all over his head and face.

Not long after, Zhou Yang walked into the classroom with his head down, but when he passed by Meng Qi, he gave Meng Qi a hard look.

Meng Qi silently uttered a cruel sentence: "If you have a kind, don't leave after school."

Zhou Yang's face brightened, and he replied silently, "I'll wait for you."

...

After school, Meng Qi went straight home.

As for Zhou Yang's idiot, it's better to wait for one night.

But even if Zhou Yang really waited all night, he is destined not to see Meng Qi the next morning.

Because Meng Qi asked for a nine-day leave on the grounds that he was unwell.

The homeroom teacher thought that there was no room for Meng Qi to decline anyway, so he approved it.

back home.

The parents are still the familiar parents, the only change is that they are younger.

"Mom, I'm back."

Meng Qi put the schoolbag on the sofa, which contained books on three subjects: history, geography, and self-cultivation of warriors.

Meng Qi decided to practice while reading at night.

"Go and wash your hands, I made your favorite sauced elbow today." Mother Zhang Wenjuan said while cooking.

"It's obvious that you like to eat." Meng Qi has already seen through her mother's little thoughts.

"You bastard." Zhang Wenjuan was taken aback.

Father Meng Jianguo sat on the sofa and saw that Meng Qi had brought back his schoolbag, his eyes almost popped out.

"Brat, don't you want to inherit our pig farm?"

I never said to inherit okay.

Meng Qi rolled his eyes: "Dad, give me two hundred yuan, I want to buy two sets of mock test papers."

"I don't have any money, I'm going to find your mother."

"Dad, the wedding photo of you and my mother hasn't been maintained for a long time, I'll take it down and wipe it."

"Wait a minute, two hundred, right? I'll transfer it to you now."

"What two hundred, isn't it five hundred?"

"Nizi, it seems that I have to be righteous today..."

"And the hollow rail for toilet paper in the toilet."

"Hush! Five hundred yuan has been sent to you."

All of a sudden, there was an extra 500 yuan in pocket money, and Meng Qi suddenly felt better.

After casually eating two mouthfuls of food, he couldn't wait to go back to the bedroom to practice.

Along with practicing, Meng Qi discovered another thing.

Generally speaking, there is a limit to the best time for warriors to practice every day.

The best time for ordinary warriors to practice is one hour a day.

The best practice time for warriors with high aptitude can be increased to two hours a day.

The best practice time for genius warriors can be increased to three hours a day.

And Meng Qi has been practicing for eight hours since the time travel, and the speed of cultivation has not slowed down.

"Then try to see where my limit is."

I practiced until two o'clock in the morning, when sleepiness hit me, and I was still in the best practice time.

"In other words, as long as my body can bear it, even twenty-four hours a day is the best time for me to practice?"

Meng Qi had a strange expression on his face, this golden finger was purely trying to make himself angry.

...

Seven days passed in a flash, and today is the third to last day before the college entrance examination.

Meng Qi sat cross-legged on the bed, her hair was messed up and her eyes were bloodshot.

During these seven days, he only slept for three or four hours a day, and the rest of the time was either reading or practicing.

Of course, under this kind of high-intensity cultivation, the harvest is great.

With only a little bit of experience, the Na Qi Jue can be upgraded.

Meng Qi had a solemn face, and every time he took a breath, a faint aura penetrated into his body along the pores.

These auras traveled around the body, a few of them merged into the cells, and the rest gathered in the dantian.

More and more spiritual energy was integrated into the body, and when it reached a certain limit, there was a muffled sound.

The quasi-warrior is done.

Na Qi Jue: 1/3000 (Level 2)

Meng Qi exhaled a foul breath, and the surprise flashed across his face.

"Finally broke through."

"There are two days left, and these two days cannot be wasted."

Continue to practice.