I Can Level Up By Staying Idle

Haicheng Martial Arts High School is the best middle school in the city. Correspondingly, the hardware facilities are also among the best in the city.

The classroom of each class is a single-building martial arts hall. The museum has professional martial arts equipment and spacious training grounds, which can easily accommodate thirty students to study martial arts at the same time.

"Huh?"

In the classroom of the third grade (10) class, the head teacher Lu Yanan suddenly frowned and looked in Lin Mo's direction: "Today's martial arts practice has just begun, why is he lying on the ground?"

Mr. Lu was about to step forward to reprimand, but stopped.

"There is only half a month left before the college entrance examination. Lin Mo's current boxing strength is only 903 kilograms. There is no hope of reaching 1000 kilograms before the college entrance examination." He was admitted to university; what's more, Lin Mo was still so short of 1,000 kilograms. "Since it is destined to be hopeless, it is better to calm down sooner rather than be sad after the college entrance examination!"

Thinking of this, Mr. Lu didn't plan to talk about Lin Mo, but instead cast an approving look: "Knowing how to let go is also a kind of wisdom in life!"

…

Lin Mo certainly did not sense the "approval" from the head teacher.

Lin Mo saw that this little fat man was being lazy!

He hurried forward.

"Brother Mo, have you given up?" The little fat man still respected Lin Mo.

In his opinion, Lin Mo is such a scumbag, and he has been cultivating so hard. So this willpower alone is worth him calling "brother".

"Yes!" Lin Mo said. From now on, he doesn't need to practice anymore.

"It's too difficult!" Gao Haoran cried, "It's really exhausting! The body is tired, the spirit is even more tired! Brother Mexico, even you gave up, I really insist not down!"

Lin Mo suddenly became anxious: "How can you not persist? Can you be like me?"

If you can't keep up, what will happen to my involution index?

You are harming others!

Besides, I can get stronger when I lie down, can you?

Can we be the same?

Lin Mo thought to himself, of course, he never said that.

I saw Lin Mo patted the little fat man on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Haoran, I really have no hope, so I have to choose to give up. You are different, your fist strength is 985 Kilograms, I have every hope of reaching the 1000kg mark before the college entrance examination, and then I will be able to be admitted to the Martial Arts University!"

"What's so difficult!?" Lin Mo snorted softly, like a morning bell and a drum beating in Little Fatty's heart, "There are still fifteen days before the college entrance examination, even if you only improve by one kilogram a day, fifteen Tianhou, your boxing power has reached 1,000 kilograms! Is one kilogram a day difficult?"

"It seems a little difficult..." Gao Haoran said.

"It's hard! I dare not conquer such difficulties, what is the dream of martial arts?" Lin Mo scolded, his body seemed to exude the light of dreams, "Haoran, I have no hope anymore. , but you still have! You have to remember..."

Lin Mo raised his head slightly, and looked at the sky outside the window: "You have to remember that on your shoulders, there are two people's dreams!"

Immediately, Lin Mo turned around and his eyes were like torches:

"Do you want to give up the martial arts path and become a salted fish like me?"

"If you don't want to, just roll it up!"

“Elevate a pound and kill a thousand people!”

"The gate of Martial Arts University is opening to you!"

Listening to these encouraging words, Gao Haoran seemed to have been shot with chicken blood, and his eyes became blood red: "Brother Mo, you are right! Lifting a pound will kill a thousand people! When I got home from school today, I asked my dad to sell the house, buy the most expensive tonic, and give it a sprint!"

"Uh..."

Lin Mo did not expect that Gao Haoran would be so desperate.

"Haoran, why don't you calm down a little first?"

"Calm down! You don't have so much determination, why are you talking about martial arts dreams? - Brother Mo, let me go, I'm going to practice!"

…

Lin Mo walked aside and felt that Gao Haoran's words sounded familiar.

"Is that what I said when I gave him blood?"

But now, Lin Mo can't control so much.

Because he saw that the "involution index" that had been motionless jumped!

From 2.1 to 2.4!

The growth rate of boxing power has also increased from 0.42 kg per hour to 0.48 kg per hour!

Lin Mo's eyes lit up: "The effect of the injection of chicken blood is actually so good? It's almost immediate! No way! I have to hurry up and get a few more injections of chicken blood!"

As soon as he rolled his eyes, Lin Mo locked his second target—the third-to-last classmate in the class.

This classmate's punching power just reached the 1000kg threshold, Lin Mo just stepped forward, whispered a word in his ear, and let him run away: "Gao Haoran just said , I must surpass you and squeeze you down!"

You must know that even if the boxing strength reaches 1000 kilograms, it will not be able to enter the specialized martial arts university. Lin Mo's flirtatious sentence directly caused the involution index to jump from 2.4 to 2.6!

Lin Mo, who has tasted the sweetness continuously, is more motivated!

He can lie flat, but students must roll up double!

I saw Lin Mo wandering among the classmates like a ghost, shooting out a needle of blood.

"Little Wang, Banhua told me just now that you are cultivating like a sissy!"

"Xiao Zhang, although I gave up, I look down on you! If you don't have a good family and eat a lot of supplements, you are not as good as me!"

"Ah Qiang, your fist strength is just over 1,100 kilograms, so you can't go to an undergraduate degree, you can only go to a junior college?"

"Dog..."

For every shot of chicken blood, the inner volume index will jump once.

2.7!

2.9!

3.3!

3.5!

Finally, the involution index was fixed at 6.8!

The growth rate of boxing power is fixed at 1.36 kilograms per hour!

"Cool!"

In the classroom, the shouting was deafening.

Lin Mo brought a cup of tea and lay comfortably in the corner, watching the whole class roll in there frantically.

"Then shout! Then roll!"

Lin Mo thought to himself, proudly watching the punching power quietly beating on the data panel.

903kg!

904kg!

905kg!

Lie down one day, and by the time school is about to end, Lin Mo's punching power has reached 918 kilograms!

Lie down for a day, your fist strength will increase by 15 kg!

This is the day a traveler should live!

Really want that... what? Aoki University? Kyoto University? Xia Guo University? All line up, let Mexico choose carefully!

"Hahahaha..." Thinking of that scene, Lin Mo couldn't help laughing.

"Mexico!"

At this time, Lin Mo saw that Gao Haoran was crawling over almost like a dog.

"Haoran, what's wrong with you? Why are you so tired?" Lin Mo sat up quickly and asked with concern.

Because I had been lying down for too long, I still had a little backache when I sat up.

"It's nothing!" Gao Haoran was covered in sweat, but his expression was full of determination, "I have the martial arts dream of two people on my shoulders, what is the amount of training! I'll go back and eat more tonight. A few sea cucumbers, I will add five more sets of training tomorrow!"

"Hi—" Lin Mo gasped, and patted Gao Haoran's shoulder, "Good brother!"

However, what Lin Mo didn't notice was that at this moment, there was a cold eye staring at him from a distance.