Start the liver experience with push-ups

Outside the car window, the city night scene flowed like a dazzling stream of light.

Fang Cheng leaned against the cold seat back of the bus.

His pupils also flickered with a strange light.

Right before his eyes, a pale blue light screen slowly unfolded.

The passengers sitting next to him didn't notice anything unusual.

[Character Panel]

[Name: Fang Cheng]

[Age: 23 years old]

[Strength: 7]

[Agility: 9]

[Constitution: 8]

[Spirit: 18]

[Attribute Points: 0]

… … … … … …

[Talent Panel]

[Beauty (Green Excellent)]

… … … … … …

[Skill Panel]

[Speed Reading lv1 (19/250)]

[Focus lv1 (53/250)]

[Cooking lv0 (27/100)]

[Cleaning lv0 (68/100)]

[Boxing lv0 (54/100)]

… … … … … …

Fang Cheng was a transmigrator.

Strictly speaking, he belonged to reincarnation, and he only awakened his past life's wisdom two months ago.

This panel, similar to a game character, naturally appeared along with the revival of his past life's memories.

Like a virtual light brain in a science fiction novel, it was in the shape of a semi-transparent screen, visible only to the host himself.

Fang Cheng called it the "Life Game Experience Panel."

After a period of exploration and practice, he roughly understood its operating mechanism.

As long as he wholeheartedly devoted himself to something, he would have a chance to unlock a skill column on the panel.

The size of this probability was related to the basic skills he had mastered. The more skilled he was, the greater the probability.

After that, constantly practicing the relevant skills could continuously gain experience and level up.

In addition to learning and life skills, whether he could unlock other types of skills.

Facts proved that Fang Cheng's idea was correct.

"Gaining 20 experience points from one actual combat."

"The efficiency is much higher than practicing alone…"

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he closed the panel.

His gaze then fell on the knuckle of his right hand, which was broken and bleeding.

This was caused by hitting the drunkard's skull with his fist.

The effect of force is transmitted to each other, and hitting someone also means having to bear part of the damage.

That's why boxers usually wear gloves during training, mainly to reduce the risk of injury.

Fang Cheng rubbed his slightly sore wrist joint.

"The body is still too fragile…"

Upgrading the two skills of "Speed Reading" and "Focus" gave a total of 5 attribute rewards.

Unfortunately, due to the characteristics of the skills themselves, they can only be added to the spirit attribute.

After all, being a mentally full bookworm is conceivable.

It is not realistic to rely on reading and writing to strengthen the body and become a muscular man.

Otherwise, he could consider increasing his constitution first.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, gradually calming his violently beating heart.

After being a stay-at-home man for two lifetimes, this was the first time he had a serious fight with someone and won.

His emotions were inevitably a little excited, which also gave him some inexplicable confidence.

"Ding-dong."

"We've arrived at Old Factory Street. Please take your belongings and get off the bus from the back door. Please pay attention to safety when you get off…"

The bus stop announcement sounded.

Fang Cheng carried his satchel and got off the bus.

He looked up at the surrounding environment with sparse street lights and piles of garbage.

Then he stepped across the road and walked into a narrower and darker alley.

The houses on both sides were dilapidated, the wires were messy, and they were very close to each other.

Private sheds and small advertisements selling various fake and contraband goods could be seen everywhere.

This street is called Old Factory Street, and most of the surrounding buildings were rebuilt in the early post-war period.

Fifty years of peace has enabled the country's economy to develop rapidly and society to flourish.

A large number of people continue to pour into Dongdu, the political and economic center city, causing extremely tight housing resources.

The old city area of Jiangbei has also become an ideal place for many migrant workers and low-income groups to live due to its old housing facilities and relatively low rents.

Fang Cheng stopped in front of a red brick tube building.

He looked up.

The aisle downstairs was already full of bicycles and electric bikes returning from work, almost blocking the road.

The windows of the nine floors were alternately lit and dark, and from time to time there were children crying and housewives chopping vegetables with a spatula.

Fang Cheng walked up step by step along the stairs with missing light bulbs.

Until he came to the top floor, he found several iron basins placed in the aisle.

There were sparks in the basin, and there was still paper ash that had not been completely burned, emitting black smoke.

Most people here will install anti-theft iron gates.

It is the old-fashioned push-pull folding door, connected by several iron branches up and down.

In summer, if the residents are at home, they usually open the inside door and close the iron gate to facilitate ventilation.

But few people do this in winter.

In the evening, the enclosed corridors on both sides lack light, and always appear gloomy.

Fang Cheng glanced around suspiciously, took out the key from his pocket, and walked towards his door.

Suddenly, the only family next door that revealed light, the sound of the iron gate being pulled open rang out.

A plump middle-aged woman poked her head out and waved to call out:

"Acheng, wait a minute."

Seeming to have been waiting for a long time, she turned her head and shouted into the house:

"Xiumei, quickly bring the paper money and paper clothes prepared on the table!"

"Oh."

Following a crisp response, a quiet girl wearing a hairband ran out.

She handed the things to the woman, glanced at Fang Cheng, then lowered her head and shrank back into the house.

"Your mother is really something, she's so busy that she forgot what day it is today."

The woman stuffed a large stack of carefully tied paper clothes and ingots to Fang Cheng.

Then she kindly urged:

"Go back and burn the things, and offer incense to your father. By the way, do you still have incense at home?"

"Yes, thank you Auntie He."

Fang Cheng held it with both hands, a grateful smile on his face.

Come to think of it, today should be the "Winter Clothes Festival" for offering sacrifices to ancestors.

Now the pace of urban life is fast, and the younger generation rarely celebrates this traditional festival.

The two exchanged a few words of greeting, and then stopped.

Fang Cheng took the paper figure and opened the iron door with advertisements on it.

Pa da, the incandescent light in the entrance hall turned on.

An ordinary home full of the atmosphere of the times immediately came into view.

The home is not big.

The living room, dining room, and kitchen are connected together, no more than thirty square meters.

The old tables, chairs, and floors have been painted off, but they are still scrubbed clean and shiny.

The other various furniture and furnishings are also in order, and it can be seen that someone has cleaned and tidied up once not long ago.

Fang Cheng knew that his mother had come back.

His grandfather suffered from stomach cancer and came to Dongdu from the countryside for hospitalization and chemotherapy.

Besides her work, she helped her uncle take care of him.

She was busy all day and rarely had a good night's sleep at home recently.

Fang Cheng silently changed his shoes and entered the house.

Stepping on the creaking floor, he walked to the cabinet where the TV was placed.

There was a photo frame with a young couple holding a newborn baby.

The woman was beautiful and gentle, and the man was handsome and cheerful. The happiness in their eyes seemed to be transmitted to the outside world through the glass.

This photo frame was also wiped very clean, and a small bronze incense burner was specially placed in front of it.

The incense in the burner had already burned to the end, leaving only the bamboo sticks at the bottom.

Fang Cheng opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet and searched carefully.

While rummaging, he revealed an old newspaper pressed by sundries.

On the yellowed paper, half of a news headline was written.

"…Mass murderer committed suicide by shooting himself, bloody secrets buried in the sea of fire…"

Finally, he found a small bundle of incense sticks.

Fang Cheng took out three sticks, re-lit them, and inserted them.

Then, holding a broken white iron basin, he squatted outside the door and burned the paper clothes and gold ingots one by one.

Looking at the rising smoke and sparks, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

In the darkness, the firelight shone on his face, making it red, and his pupils flickered.

It was as if some long-sealed memories were being awakened.

After a while, the sacrifice ended.

Fang Cheng returned to the house, washed up briefly, and went into the bedroom.

He did not go to sleep, but prepared to start studying.

This bedroom and study was only six square meters.

In the small space, there were no toys or posters of female stars.

The desk was piled with conspicuous academic works, such as "World History", "The Prince", and "Criminal Psychology".

The cover of one of the open books read "General Principles of Criminal Law".

Fang Cheng sat down, picked up the alarm clock, and glanced at the time.

10:29.

"I can still study for an hour and a half."

He first set the timer function, and then took a deep breath.

At the same time, he silently said in his heart:

"Focus skill, activate!"

"Speed reading skill, activate!"

In an instant, Fang Cheng's eyes calmed down, and it was as if a button was pressed in his mind.

All the distracting thoughts before were banished to the back of his mind.

All the noises he heard, the car horns, the baby's crying, gradually faded away and disappeared…

Fang Cheng became as calm as an old monk in meditation, his face became extremely peaceful, but his pupils were turning rapidly.

Almost every 3 or 4 seconds, his finger turned a page of the book.

His eyes were bright, like a laser printer constantly scanning and recording the contents of the textbook.

The second hand of the alarm clock ticked.

The thick book was also constantly turning, and the remaining number of pages became less and less.

Suddenly—

Fang Cheng's eyebrows tightened, and his face showed pain.

Almost at the same time, the alarm clock made a harsh "ding-ling-ling" sound.

He immediately dropped the book and pressed the shutdown button.

Then he rubbed his eyebrows and temples vigorously to relieve the swelling pain in his head.

Only after a few minutes did his tense face relax again, and he let out a long breath.

Right in front of his eyes, lines of small characters rolled up and appeared.

[Your Focus skill experience + 1]

[Your Speed Reading skill experience + 1]

[Your Focus skill experience + 2]

[Your Speed Reading skill experience + 2]

[Warning! You are slightly overdrawing your spirit, your physical condition is poor, please pay attention to rest]

"It seems that using two skills at the same time can only last for an hour at most…"

Fang Cheng's face was a little pale, and he continued to rub his forehead slowly.

After "Focus" and "Speed Reading" were upgraded to lv1, the use effect was indeed more significant.

Correspondingly, the consumption of energy is also the same as the experience value, increasing linearly with a half-hour counting cycle.

The specific difference should be related to the mental attribute.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes, recalled it slightly, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

The speed of reading just now was so fast.

He actually managed to chew through a large book of more than a thousand pages, all of which were obscure legal rules.

In the past, it was simply a fantasy.

Although it was just a superficial understanding, remembering the outline of the content.

But it doesn't matter, he can continue to read it several times in the future and think deeply about digesting it.

The so-called reviewing the old and knowing the new is like this.

After a short rest, Fang Cheng started reviewing from the first page.

However, this time, perhaps because he was too mentally exhausted, or perhaps because distracting thoughts were rekindled.

Not to mention maintaining the state of using skills, he couldn't even reach the concentration of normal study.

"Phew—"

Fang Cheng simply closed the book, picked up the eye drops, and dripped a few drops into his sore eyes.

When he closed his eyes, the light blue screen reappeared in his mind.

Looking at the various skills listed on the panel, his thoughts couldn't help but flutter.

These are all the gains he has made in the past two months.

Different skills represent different directions of development.

Cooking? Continue to upgrade to become a special chef, a state banquet chef, a god of food?

Cleaning? Become a cleaning expert and open a cleaning company?

Boxing? Fight professional matches, win championships in various events, and compete for the world boxing champion title?

After all, people's energy is limited, and career planning also needs to distinguish priorities and focus on certain aspects.

Which path should he take in the future?

From the time he successfully unlocked the "Boxing" skill a week ago, this question has always lingered in Fang Cheng's mind.

Take the postgraduate entrance examination to become a graduate student, and then obtain a master's degree.

After that, with his academic qualifications, he will work in the legal department of a company or a law firm.

Or stay at the school, evaluate professional titles step by step, and be promoted to lecturer, associate professor, professor…

If there is no golden finger, choosing this path is undoubtedly the most in line with his own conditions and family background.

"But—"

"What if this world is not as ordinary as it seems on the surface?"

Fang Cheng suddenly remembered the evening of his sixth birthday.

His father hid a gun and walked out the door with a determined back.

And, that last last words:

"Live well, it's enough to be an ordinary person!"

The night was getting darker and darker, and bursts of chill came.

Fang Cheng rubbed his hands and breathed a sigh of hot air.

Looking at the neon-lit, dark and cold city outside the window, his eyes flickered, and his thoughts surged.

Money, power, law, class, occupation…

These are ultimately external things attached by human society.

"If I can evolve infinitely, break through physical limitations, and transcend all social rules…"

Fang Cheng's eyes were as hot as fire, and it seemed that a sleeping beast was being awakened in his heart.

No matter what kind of choice he faces in the future, a strong enough physique is obviously the biggest trump card.

Thinking of this, he immediately picked up a ballpoint pen and opened his diary.

The tip of the pen swished across the paper, writing a line of words.

"Fitness plan, prisoner training…"