Start the liver experience with push-ups

Late at night, dim yellow light.

On the table lay a jet-black pistol and a uniquely shaped butterfly knife.

Fang Cheng picked up the gun and clicked it several times in succession.

He expertly checked the chamber, locking it back empty.

Then, he pressed the magazine release, removed the magazine, and took out the bullets inside.

Afterward.

He reloaded the bullets one by one into the magazine, reinserting it into the magazine well.

He repeated this several times, ensuring each bullet was loaded correctly, successfully completing the loading action.

Fang Cheng felt a slight sense of assurance and emptied the magazine again.

Subsequently, he took out the three fully loaded magazines he had purchased earlier.

Next, he prepared to practice a faster tactical reload technique, closer to actual combat.

This action could be said to severely test the shooter's reaction speed and finger dexterity.

The main purpose was to ensure the gun in hand remained in a state of continuous fire as much as possible.

Fang Cheng practiced repeatedly more than a dozen times, his technique becoming increasingly skilled and natural.

Until it only took him less than a second to complete the entire unloading and reloading action.

Only then did he nod slightly in satisfaction, looking at the faint blue screen that appeared before him.

【Gunmanship Experience +30】

Reloading is a fundamental shooting skill, playing an important role in enhancing combat effectiveness and personal safety in actual combat.

Of course, it can also greatly increase gunmanship experience.

After completing this training, Fang Cheng put down the gun and then gripped the handle of the butterfly knife.

Whoosh!

A flash of cold light appeared, and the blade instantly unfolded like butterfly wings, spinning quickly and nimbly around his fingertips several times.

“One, two, three, four…”

Fang Cheng counted in a low voice, his gaze sweeping forward like lightning.

It was as if he saw multiple figures of thugs appearing, lunging forward with menacing expressions.

His right foot suddenly pushed off, his left foot leaped out swiftly, and a step-forward thrust hit one person first.

Immediately, he twisted his body and turned his hips, lowered his head to switch hands, and the blade cut horizontally, disemboweling another person.

The cold light flashed continuously, and the butterfly knife's attack was both fierce and cunning.

In this way, Fang Cheng began to practice close-quarters combat with short weapons in a confined space.

For a time, the bedroom seemed to be filled with gusts of knife wind, the whistling sound incessant.

About half an hour later.

Fang Cheng stopped and stood upright, staring intently at the prompt information that appeared before him.

【You have completed a simulated real battle of one against many for the first time, Skill Experience +20】

His gaze shifted, and he looked at the skill panel again:

【Knife Skill lv0 (36/100)】

Fang Cheng shook his head slightly, exhaling a light breath.

Because there were many skills to practice, the knife skill had been delayed for a long time, and the progress seemed a bit slow.

It seems that I have to speed up a bit in the future, at least to break through to the expert level first.

Only in this way can I cope with the more changeable and unpredictable combat environment that may occur in the future.

Especially when facing a threat from a large gang organization.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng glanced at the alarm clock.

10:06.

It's already very late, time to wash up and sleep.

There is even more important physical training tomorrow morning.

I must not delay it for one day, let alone continue to delay it for two days.

After a simple wash, Fang Cheng turned off the lights, got into bed, and quickly burrowed into the blanket.

Then, his eyelids closed, and soon his breathing became even, and his consciousness gradually fell into a dream.

Every time I practice skills, and grind experience, the quality of sleep is always exceptionally sweet.

However.

This time, it seemed slightly different.

In a daze, Fang Cheng.

Seemed to hear a very gentle voice calling him to enter the dream.

Gradually, he fell into a deep sleep.

But his consciousness seemed particularly clear, knowing clearly that he was dreaming.

It seemed to see countless brainwaves, flowing one by one from before his eyes, floating in the night sky of the city.

Fang Cheng's mind moved slightly, and his whole person floated up, flowing along with those brainwaves.

Shuttling between high-rise buildings, flying over the colorful neon signs, hovering over the dazzling overpasses.

Just as he was looking down at the city's starlit lights from a high altitude.

Suddenly, a mother's voice rang out.

All the surrounding scenes suddenly shattered.

Fang Cheng seemed to return to the prehistoric era presented by the original mother's voice, watching again the process of the ancestors starting from scratch and creating civilization.

Before long.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself entering that mysterious other dimension again.

Dark and boundless, gray mist filled, stars, fireflies, and evil creatures were all hidden within.

Illusions were constantly evolving.

Fortunately, there was still a point of light guiding him in front of him, so that his consciousness was not lost in it.

Gradually, Fang Cheng felt slightly mentally exhausted.

Finally, he truly entered a completely empty and dark dreamland.

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The next day.

The sun is shining brightly, and the trees are lush.

Dongdu University, multimedia teaching building.

“Human consciousness is like the tip of an iceberg floating on the sea, exposed and straightforward, but the subconscious is the real world beneath the tip, the depth of the sea is immeasurable, and the depth of the subconscious is equally immeasurable.”

“The images we dream of are the occasional manifestations of the subconscious…”

On the podium, a female teacher wearing a suit and skirt, with a graceful figure, was speaking softly, giving a psychology lesson.

“The ancients actually realized this point long ago, and tried to use meditation, yoga, or lucid dreaming methods to contact this vast and real world and obtain various inspirations that transcend reality.”

“The famous psychologist Freud even called it ‘the reappearance of the strong thoughts of the subconscious’.”

Speaking of this, the female teacher paused, looking at the many students below with a smile.

“If you students find that you have this ability, you can develop it well, and you may have hope of becoming a transcendent…”

A burst of laughter immediately erupted in the classroom.

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A class ended quickly.

The female teacher was organizing her lecture notes on the podium, and the students immediately gathered around, asking questions one after another.

Among them, many male students used this method to flaunt their knowledge, trying to show their extraordinary conversation and insights.

In their words, their eyes kept drifting towards the female teacher's exquisite appearance.

Her fluffy, slightly curly shoulder-length short hair was refreshing and clean.

Natural thick eyebrows and black eyes, even when wearing glasses, could not hide the brightness of her eyes.

Her lips were rosy, pursed slightly, and every frown and smile had a very natural flirtatious charm.

A white sweater wrapped around her plump and shapely body, not at all skinny.

Although the gray suit skirt was slightly serious and old-fashioned, the pair of beautiful legs wearing flesh-colored stockings pulled the evaluation score back to full marks.

It is only natural that such a rare beautiful teacher would become the dream lover of many young men.

Suddenly, a string of cell phone ringtones rang.

“I'm sorry, I have some things to do, let's talk in the next class.”

The beautiful teacher took out her phone from her bag, picked up the lecture notes, and then turned and left.

She was already accustomed to the gazes around her and was calm and generous.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

Dongdu University, school gate.

Fang Cheng stood in the sun with his hands in his pockets, gazing slightly absentmindedly at the front.

Pairs of couples passed by him one after another.

From time to time, the gazes of girls stealing glances fell on him.

Having been away from school for nearly two years, it still felt familiar, but with a different mood.

Suddenly, he noticed a woman wearing a sweater and skirt, with a graceful figure, walking towards this side.

Fang Cheng immediately restrained his thoughts, straightened his expression, and stepped forward to meet her.

“Ms. Lin, thank you for your help.”

As he spoke, he took out the recorder hidden in his bag and handed it to Lin Chuqiao.

Lin Chuqiao raised her hand to smooth the hair that was ruffled by the wind and smiled:

“This information is not that important to me, you don't need to rush to return it.”

“It's okay, I've already recorded a copy.”

Seeing Fang Cheng say this, Lin Chuqiao took the recorder, and then asked:

“How are you learning? Have you gained any inspiration?”

Fang Cheng nodded:

“I have some insights, I need to slowly digest them for a while.”

“The most important thing in learning is to calm down and eliminate distractions. I suggest you try practicing meditation and quiet cultivation in your spare time.”

Lin Chuqiao also nodded slightly, giving guidance.

The two chatted briefly for a while, then bid farewell separately.

“I still have some things to do, I'll go first, I'll contact you later.”

Watching Fang Cheng turn around, preparing to leave.

Lin Chuqiao's lips moved slightly, and suddenly called out: “Fang Cheng, look into my eyes.”

Fang Cheng turned back, looking at her somewhat stunned.

After looking for a while, he asked: “What's wrong?”

Lin Chuqiao is indeed very beautiful.

Those Persian cat-like big eyes twinkled, full of charm, and even through the glasses, you could feel the coquettishness in them.

It's just that her eyes blinked and blinked, as if she was seducing herself.

Making the atmosphere seem rather awkward.

“Uh, it's nothing… I just wanted to remind you to be careful on the road.”

Lin Chuqiao's eyes flickered, and her face suddenly turned slightly red.

“Thank you for your concern.”

Fang Cheng waved to her, then strode towards a taxi parked across the street.

“Bye-bye, pay attention to the traffic when crossing the road, and ensure safety, oh…”

Lin Chuqiao shouted, squinting slightly, staring at Fang Cheng's departing back.

Her face seemed calm, but her heart was like a surge of waves.

The charm technique she had secretly used just now seemed to have no effect on this man.

If you add the two previous failed guides, it made her even more suspicious and difficult to guess.

Lin Chuqiao couldn't help but frown slightly, opening the lecture notes she was holding in her arms.

Subsequently, a piece of painted white paper clipped in it was revealed.

On it was drawn a man sitting at a table in the library, turning the pages of a book with his hands.

The surrounding background was blurred and generalized, only his facial features were relatively clear.

Vaguely, it was somewhat similar to Fang Cheng.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

Lingang District.

A certain commercial street near the second-hand market.

This can be regarded as a relatively popular area in the vicinity, gathering many various entertainment and catering places.

It's just that it's daytime now, and it seems relatively deserted.

Fang Cheng got out of the taxi, tightened the backpack on his back, and looked up at the sauna club not far away.

Several guys who looked like hooligans were squatting at the door, smoking and bragging.