The clouds in the sky were dispersed by the breeze, and the bright moonlight fell from the sky, illuminating the lawn.
Jinguji Budo stood up from the ground, dusted off the dust and weeds on his body, and breathed a sigh of relief. The bright moonlight illuminated half of his face, and there was a faint smile on his face.
"Ho...ho...ho..."
Beside Martial Arts, four young men were lying on the ground in different postures, breathing heavily, looking weak.
"Don't lie on the ground for too long, you may catch a cold."
"Remember to exercise well after you go back. It's not okay to go out to borrow money and be so weak."
"You don't even have the strength to hit anyone. It's a shame for you to be like this."
"I didn't even take action, and you fell down. This is too weak."
Jinguji Martial Arts pinched his neck, looked down at a few people, and said with a smile. He feels quite good now, his legs are no longer sore, his head is no longer hurting, and he can go up to the fifth floor without any problem.
And all of this is the effect of the strain recovery potion he just used.
Otherwise, people who practice martial arts must first learn to take beatings. Now martial arts finally understand how to use strain recovery medicine.
"What kind of monster is this guy?!"
"Actually... actually..." The green-haired young man lying on the ground could only barely raise his head and watched the martial arts pass over him.
Under the moonlight, except for Jinguji Martial Arts' clothes which were a little messy, there were no signs of injury at all. There were no bruises on his arms or face.
It was hard to imagine that he had just been besieged by four young men.
Budao walked out of the lawn, crossed the guardrail and came to the road. This place is some distance from the city center, and the road is empty. Only the street lights along the street illuminate the road with dim light. Martial Arts brought up his system panel and saw that in the martial arts section, the level of the Iron Cloth Shirt with the Golden Bell Cover had increased from 0 to 1, and the proficiency level behind it had also disappeared.
"It seems like this blue martial arts has reached the end after reaching the first level?"
"I didn't expect this thing to be so powerful. After being beaten by these young men for so long, I couldn't feel any pain. On the contrary, these idiots fell down from exhaustion."
"From now on, I will also be a master!"
Wu Dao thought happily and couldn't help but hum a ditty on the way home.
"I am conquered by you like this~~Drink the poison you have hidden~~"
"My plot has come to an end~~My love and hate have been buried~~"
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Being robbed while running at night was nothing more than a small episode. Regardless of this small episode, martial arts gained a lot.
After returning home, Wu Dao used the excuse of team training to excuse his parents. After eating, he took a basketball and started practicing in the courtyard.
In order not to disturb people, the martial arts ball exercises are also very simple. Hold the ball around the neck, hold the ball around the feet in an S shape, and what Sakuragi Hanamichi is best at - holding the ball around the waist.
However, after practicing martial arts for a while, he felt a faint feeling of dizziness in his head, which was a sign of excessive physical exertion.
"Isn't this strain recovery potion capable of restoring physical strength?!"
After noticing something was wrong with his body, Wu Dao immediately stopped training and sat down on the ground. After a long time, the dizziness gradually subsided, and Wu Dao knew that there was no way to continue today's training.
After taking a shower and changing his clothes, Wu Dao returned to the room. Although it was only after nine o'clock, before him, the nightlife had just begun at this time, but the fatigue in his body spurted out the moment Wu Dao lay on the bed. After a while, martial arts entered the dream.
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Clouds cover the sky, and the light of the morning sun shines through the gaps in the clouds and shines on the earth, bringing some life to the gray earth.
Wu Dao woke up naturally, turned around and looked at the alarm clock by the window, it was only 5.30.
It is the first time since I passed the martial arts college entrance examination to wake up so early. Opening the window, fresh air poured into the room, driving away the stale air in the room.
"Comfortable!"
Martial Arts stretched and breathed softly. Then he walked out of the room and washed up in the bathroom.
"Martial Arts, wake up, what sound do you hear?"
In another room, the sound of Wu Dao washing up woke up Xiang Xiangli, who was sleeping in Jinguji Temple. Xiang Xiangli curled up on Wu Gong's chest, gently shook Wu Gong's arm, and shouted.
Wu Gong opened his eyes in his sleep. He was still in a daze and didn't know what was going on. He immediately woke up after hearing the sound outside. After listening for a while, he lay on the bed and shouted:
"Martial Arts?! Martial Arts, are you awake?" Wu Gong stood up and listened carefully.
"It's me!" Wu Dao, who was washing in the bathroom, heard Wu Gong's voice, and there was still foam in his mouth, so he responded vaguely.
In the room, Wu Gong's nervous mood relaxed slightly. This early in the morning, he thought his home had been robbed. Wu Gong turned around and looked at the clock on the bedside and found that it was only 5:33. He immediately lifted the quilt as he was about to fall asleep. Walked out of the door.
Looking for movement in the toilet, Wu Gong saw Wu Dao washing up.
"Why did you get up so early today?"
"It's only half past five. It's still very early to go to school? What are you going to do?!"
The martial artist has a serious look on his face, and he is deeply afraid of failing in martial arts. In this era, people are not lacking in entertainment at all, and game arcades are opening all over the streets. Although those stores say they don't accept minors, they actually know what martial arts is like. And minors like to go at this time, because usually no one checks in the morning.
"I was admitted to the basketball club yesterday. I have to train in the morning and be at school before six o'clock."
Wu Dao didn't notice the seriousness and vigilance on Wu Gong's face, rinsed his mouth and replied.
"Before six o'clock? So early?" Wu Gong was surprised when he heard this. Although it was said to be a basketball club, it was just a club activity. In Neon, this was the first time Wu Gong heard of such an early club activity.
"Has the basketball team's training been abnormal for a long time? Don't be so surprised, right?"
"Speaking of which, dad, I will also come home late in the evening, and the team will train very late."
"You don't have to wait for me for dinner."
Wu Dao began to wash his hair, and while washing, he talked to Wu Gong.
Even though you are a junior high school student, it is quite necessary to wash your hair before going out. Even a funny man like Sakuragi Hanamichi is very concerned about his hair style. He has a can of hair wax without a plane hair style. Come down.
As for Sendo, another handsome man, needless to say, his hairstyle is the same as Nikaido Benimaru. Benimaru can maintain his hairstyle with electricity, but Sendo relies entirely on hair wax.
Wu Gong nodded silently when he heard this, returned to the room, took a 1,000 yen note and put it on the table in the living room. Then he went to the bathroom and said to Wu Dao: "You got up a little early today, for breakfast and lunch. I didn’t even prepare a lunch box for you.”
"I put money on the table for you, you can handle it yourself when the time comes."
"Don't forget to turn off the lights when you leave."
"Today is technically your first day at school. You need to get along well with your classmates."
"You must listen carefully during class. Let me tell you, reading is..."
He was obviously a grown man, but his martial arts skills seemed a bit grindy at this time, and he started to give instructions in every detail.
"I know, I will attend class well. I also went to school once yesterday."
"You go back and get some sleep, I'm getting ready to go out."
After Wu Dao washed his hair and wiped it clean, he walked out of the bathroom. He picked up the backpack on the table, put the banknotes in his trouser pocket and went out. Seeing his son hurried out, Wu Gong opened his mouth and swallowed the rest of his words.
"I'm older, I don't like hearing nagging anymore."
Wu Gong returned to the room and lay back on the bed. Jinguji Xiangxiangli saw her husband coming back and happily held Wu Gong's arm and asked:
"My son is out?"
Wu Gongruo nodded unconsciously and sighed softly: "My son has grown up and doesn't like hearing nagging anymore." Jinguji Xiangxiangli obviously didn't care about this at all. Hearing the sound of the door outside the house closing, he chuckled. With a sound, he grabbed the quilt and directly covered Wu Gong and his head.
"You...what are you going to do?!"
"Don't come over here!"
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