Global high martial arts dead air panel

Chapter 80 Past and Present Life

Oops, exposed.

Guo Shengye thought calmly, his fingers continuing to fly on the keyboard.

Fang Ping couldn't get an answer and scratched his head anxiously.

"Have you really traveled through time?"

"Are you and I from the same place?"

"What did you do before?"

Guo Shengye recalled with difficulty: "I used to be a rich second generation who was just waiting to die."

Moreover, he is the kind of lawless bastard who bullies men and dominates women, and can shout "My father is Li Gang" in the street.

Fang Ping: "Damn!"

Why do people all come from the second generation of wealth in their past and present lives?

Fang Ping felt sad when he thought about the house that his family had waited ten years for to be demolished.

"Then you are also from...ahem world?"

Guo Shengye glanced at Fang Ping: "You obviously come from a peaceful world."

Fang Ping's behavior when he first entered school is still fresh in everyone's memory.

That is the kind of gentle temperament that can only be cultivated in a peaceful era.

Fang Ping became interested: "Are you from the war era?"

Speaking of this, Fang Ping said maliciously: "Then do you know what the wild king means?"

Guo Shengye patted Fang Ping's shoulder with such force that Fang Ping let out a cry of pain.

After Fang Ping calmed down, he came over and asked curiously: "Since you know the Wild King, it means that you and I live in the same era. Then how come you come from the war era?"

Guo Shengye asked: "Why can't war happen in modern society?"

Fang Ping nodded: "That's right. Then how did you die?"

Guo Shengye asked: "Are you polite?"

Fang Ping also readily changed his mind and asked, "Then how did you die?"

Guo Shengye said in a normal tone: "It's normal for people to die in war."

While speaking, Guo Shengye's eyes never left the computer screen.

"Aren't you a rich second generation who is just waiting to die?"

Fang Ping said strangely, no matter what he did, it wouldn't be Guo Shengye's turn.

Guo Shengye asked with some confusion: "What's wrong with the second generation of rich people? Can't they join the army? Can't they go to the battlefield?"

Fang Ping joked: "I didn't expect that you have been protecting your family and country in your past and present lives."

Guo Shengye rolled his eyes: "Fuck you."

He is not a prodigal son.

From the beginning, Guo Shengye felt that only he could bully these people, and outsiders could not bully them.

So I simply left a letter home and left home to join the army.

In the end, he died on the battlefield, which was considered a worthy death, and he was willing to do so.

"Are you okay? If nothing happens, get out of here."

Guo Shengye opened the information next to him and said impatiently: "I'm not disturbing the senior's study here."

"Why are you a senior again?"

"Nonsense, I'm about to graduate, so I won't be your senior."

Fang Ping was speechless: "After that, wouldn't I be the first person in the 2008 class?"

"Yes, you are right, I will just try to be the first among the three generations of old, middle and young people."

Guo Shengye also started to boast that although he is not as good as some old people now, it will only happen sooner or later.

Fang Ping stopped chatting with him, stood up and said, "Then I'm leaving. If you have anything to do, don't come to me."

"Uh-huh."

"Why."

Fang Ping sat down again and asked, "Is your dog beating stick technique real or fake?"

"Are you leaving or not?"

Fang Ping said shamelessly: "I'll leave after I ask. Are you serious or not?"

"of course it's true."

Guo Shengye said proudly: "This is a fighting technique practiced on the battlefield."

Fang Ping continued to ask shamelessly: "Then can I learn?"

Guo Shengye asked curiously: "Aren't you a swordsman? Your governor is not good enough for you to learn?"

"But I also like Mr. Jin."

Guo Shengye nodded: "If you want to learn, you can just go to the Mowu War Technique Room to find it."

Fang Ping rubbed his little hands and asked, "By the way, can you also create a recipe for the sword to ward off evil spirits? I will definitely give up swords and follow swords by then."

Although there are names like Dog Beating Stick Technique in this world, there are no martial arts novels by Mr. Jin.

Fang Ping only realized that Guo Shengye had traveled through time when he read the specific moves of the dog-beating stick method in the paper.

"Are you leaving or not?"

"It's not that I'm trying to push my limits, the main thing is..."

"Go away or not?"

Fang Ping silently glanced at the spear that suddenly appeared in Guo Shengye's hand, turned around and left.

This guy actually has storage space.

However, Guo Shengye has many secrets, and storage space is just one of them.

Fang Ping teased Guo Shengye, this mysterious man, in his mind.

Fortunately, Fang Ping himself does not have obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Otherwise, he would get to the bottom of it and solve all the mysteries about Guo Shengye one by one.

Fang Ping thought, if there really is such a person, who will be crazy when the time comes?

Is it a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder or Guo Shengye himself?

After Guo Shengye stayed in the library for a few more days, he took the USB flash drive to Huang Jing's office.

Because he has a student who often makes mistakes, Mowu is now used to doing special things.

After Huang Jing gathered all the teachers and handed out the test papers, the examination room was set up in Huang Jing's office.

Guo Shengye handed the USB disk to Huang Jing: "It contains my graduation thesis. Please print it out for me."

Good guy, Huang Jing was shocked. It was the first time he saw such a reclusive and arrogant student.

This is equivalent to the defendant suspect going to court, handing the materials he prepared to the judge, and asking the judge to print them out for him.

What?

Vice-principal of Mowu, that's okay.

Huang Jing was playing a small theater in his mind, turned on the computer on his desk, and prepared to print out his paper.

"The test paper is there. It's 9:27 now. Please wait three minutes and you'll start answering the paper on time at 9:30."

Huang Jing pointed to the set of specially brought tables and chairs placed in the center of the office.

Guo Shengye sat obediently on the chair, waiting for the time to come.

My long legs couldn't be stretched out under the table, which made me look a little aggrieved.

At half past nine, Guo Shengye began to write the thick stack of test papers.

It can't be said to be a test paper, it's almost a tutorial book with a collection of test questions.

Guo Shengye began to answer the questions, while Huang Jing began to read Guo Shengye's paper.

Huang Jing was somewhat obsessive-compulsive. While he was reading, he conveniently typed up Guo Shengye's paper.

Because both teacher and student are masters, there is no need to eat, drink, poop or sleep.

So this special exam lasted from 9:30 in the morning to 5:30 in the afternoon.

After writing for eight full hours, Guo Shengye handed in the paper.

After handing in the paper, Guo Shengye said dissatisfied: "Why are there so many discussion topics, my hand almost breaks when I write them."

Huang Jing handed the printed and bound graduation thesis to Guo Shengye and said: "If you can break the golden bones, you can also be recorded in the annals of history."

Guo Shengye remained silent. How embarrassing that would be.

An eighth-grade master who wrote test papers until his hand broke off?

The general election can be recorded as a joke in history.

Guo Shengye held the paper, and the nails on it were all neatly bound, which was very pleasing to the eye.

"Thank you very much, Lao Huang."

Guo Shengye patted Huang Jing's shoulder: "Then I'm leaving. You can correct it slowly. Tomorrow's defense time will still be at 9:30, right?"

Huang Jing said with a dark face: "Yes."

He has no respect for his elders and is a brat who is neither big nor small.

Guo Shengye didn't care about him and left the office humming a song.

Graduation thesis is really difficult to write and format.

(End of chapter)