The First Strong Control In History

  Chapter 24 Yuan Xiaopang wants to make a big move?

  The next three days.

  Yuan Bei basically wandered between three points and one line, home, school, and Zhang Peng's house.

  The training is still for the four of them, and the other awakened shooter profession seems to be delayed by something, and they haven't come to gather until now.

   Neither Zhang Xiner said anything nor Yuan Bei dared to ask.

   There is no change in the special training.

  Run like a dead dog every day. In the past few days, when Yuan Bei's legs and feet are not flexible, no matter what time he looks, he is limping.

   But still the same.

  Cultivation is a matter of frantically squeezing one's body, constantly testing one's bottom line, and hitting and breaking through the bottom line time and time again.

  As long as you don’t cut yourself with a knife and keep up with nutrition, you will only get stronger as you practice.

   All in all, there are only those who practice until they give up, not those who practice to death.

   Of course, sometimes training is worse than dying.

   It's like... Yan Huohuo's whip.

  A whip was whipped, as if it had penetrated the body and hit the internal organs directly.

  It's so sour, it's really hard to explain it to outsiders.

  But after a few days, Yuan Bei felt that he was a little used to the pleasure of being whipped...well, it was painful.

  Yan Huohuo, the female hooligan, didn't know what she was thinking, and the whip whipped harder and harder.

  Yuan Bei thought she might think she was handsome?

  But the whip was hard, and it seemed that there was a little more power in it.

   It was not in vain.

  Payment and harvest are not necessarily directly proportional, but they are not inversely proportional.

  Host: Yuan Bei

   Race: Human

  Gene: 51 parties (15/100)

  Gene lock: not open

  Skill: [Deep Sleep] Bronze (147/5000)

  Skill Description: When the target is unprepared, it can quickly enter a deep sleep

  The gene value has reached 51, and the experience value may have reached a certain threshold, but there is no change. However, with the increase of gene value, the consumption of time cost is also increasing.

   Over the past three days, the average growth rate can only increase by 2 cubes per day.

  According to Zhang Xiner's words, if the speed remains the same, he can reach the average level today. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, his training volume will increase, and she is also formulating other training plans.

   This made Yuan Bei look forward to it.

   Yuan Bei is not afraid of suffering, but the data can be seen every day. It is an indisputable fact that the growth of strength is gradually slowing down. Who doesn't want to see their strength soaring like a rocket?

   Gene values ​​approach the mean.

  Although it only took a few days, the changes in Yuan Bei can be seen with the naked eye.

   People who don’t exercise all the year round and people who exercise regularly stand together, and the difference can be seen at a glance.

  Although the parents didn't say anything these two days, they could see the changes in Yuan Bei's spirit and spirit, and they were naturally very relieved. Yuan Bei told them before that he went to a classmate's house to study and exercise together.

  Yuan Bei planned to confess to them in the past two days, and it would not be a problem to go home in the middle of the night every day.

   Always let the parents have a little bottom of mind.

  Just turned off the system panel, and the teacher was talking about it in class.

   "Something has happened!"

   Zhang Peng, who was sitting next to Yuan Bei, suddenly threw the book away, and said to Yuan Bei with a serious face.

"What's wrong?"

  Yuan Bei was startled, put down the book and asked.

   Zhang Peng came here this morning, something was wrong, he was frizzy, and Yuan Bei didn't care, now he heard Zhang Peng's tone.

   Is there something wrong with the game?

   "I haven't been online for five days!"

   Zhang Peng said with a serious face, slamming every word, with a face full of catastrophe.

  Yuan Bei:? ? ?

  Is this really a big deal?

  Believe it or not, I'll kill you with a black brick!

  He just picked up the book with a dull head, and then read it. This is already the last subject, and he can finish it all today.

  Zhang Peng became impatient and tugged at Yuan Bei, "You don't know that surfing the Internet is the driving force of my life. If you don't let me eat, there is still talk, and if you don't let me surf the Internet, there is nothing to talk about!"

   "Then go talk to your sister and see if she can talk to you."

  Yuan Bei replied calmly without raising his head.

"Forehead…"

  Zhang Peng was speechless for a while: "If there is something to talk about, I don't need to tell you."

   "Don't look at it, don't look at it, think about it for me!"

  Yuan Bei stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of snapping his fingers.

  Zhang Peng shrank his neck and stopped talking.

   He didn't think so at first, but now he thinks Yuan Bei's move is simply a killer weapon, the kind that he can't wake up after sleeping all day.

  Especially in class, he is already tall. Although he wakes up on the table in good spirits, his body feels uncomfortable everywhere.

   Just look at the few students who fell asleep in strange postures around you, and you don’t know how they fell asleep...

   Those who are smart seem to have mastered the trick. Before Yuan Bei comes every day, he adjusts his sleeping position first, and prepares for a whole day of sweet dreams.

   How good would you put this cleverness into learning?

"Hey!"

  Zhang Peng seemed to have thought of something suddenly, his eyes lit up: "You are like this, let's go back today, I will help you distract my sister, and you just put her to sleep."

   "When the time comes, the two of us will go directly to the Internet cafe and give him a good slap, how about it?"

  Yuan Bei turned his head and gave Zhang Peng a look like a fool.

   "Do you want me to die?"

  Zhang Peng: "..."

  He sighed slightly, and silently picked up the book again.

  Yuan Bei couldn't help smiling when he saw Zhang Peng like this.

  Internet addicted teenager lost his mind.

  I want to go online like crazy, I can think of this kind of trick.

  If he can directly put the two of them to sleep, does he still need to train with the whip every day?

  The reason for training like this now is that the control is not hard enough? If it is hard enough, practice with a hammer. Whoever dares to come up with a sap will be knocked out directly and it will be over.

  Thinking like this, he held the book and started reading again.

  …

soon.

   An hour later.

  Experience points are exhausted, and his accelerated learning has also come to an end.

   Putting down the book, Yuan Bei fell into deep thought.

   "Four days!"

   Today is still 10 points of experience.

  For four consecutive days, he still washed his hands and worshiped Oshen every day, but even so, he still received the "subsistence allowance" for four consecutive days.

  After asking Yuan Xiaopang carefully, he came to the conclusion that this little fat man hasn't picked up any money these days!

   Yuan Xiaopang himself was puzzled.

  Let’s not talk about picking up money, even the WeChat payment waivers that often appeared in the past few days have not appeared!

  He also felt like he saw a ghost.

  When Yuan Xiaopang said this, Yuan Bei felt as if he had seen a ghost...

  Look at his use of words, unexpectedly, often, free of charge.

   Are Oushen and African Sheikhs living in the same world?

  How come to him, all these words have to become "never"?

  Tomorrow will be the seventh day, and the rewards for signing in for seven consecutive days will come out. At this time, Yuan Xiaopang's Ou Shenli power is gone, which is a big obstacle for Yuan Bei.

  Yuan Bei always had a vague feeling that Yuan Xiaopang "consumed" so much European spirit at once, maybe he was going to make a big move?

   Could it be that this little fat man secretly bought a lottery ticket?

  Or come back today to pick up a sack of money?

   Taking this matter to heart, Yuan Bei plans to observe and observe carefully in the next few days to see where Yuan Xiaopang's European spirit has gone.

  He didn't think about it for long.

  Luck is the right thing to say.

   Even Oushen will go to Maicheng sometimes, right?

  Maybe this is pure bad luck?

  The next class begins.

  Yang Hongmei walked in, and the whole class focused on her.

  To be precise, it focused on the stack of papers she held in her arms.

  Exam results are out!

  Liang Zhijia straightened his back, his eyes were full of eagerness.

   I don't know if it's an illusion.

  Yuan Bei felt that Yang Hongmei's eyes lingered on him for a long time.

  (end of this chapter)