office.
The dim white light through the window showed the expressionless Principal Ulysses at his desk.
After being examined and bandaged by the school doctor, Bob sat on the sofa, waving his fists and complaining angrily.
With a big bag on his forehead and a blank expression, Dean stood there in a daze and couldn't wait to sink his mind into the system.
After carefully checking the prompts that he had ignored in the sneak attack battle, a large and eye-catching prompt appeared at the bottom of the originally empty battle record:
You took the initiative to attack the target.
You enter the battle.
You used a special weapon glass bowl to sneak attack Bob on the back of the head,
You put your hands around Bob's waist and knocked him to the ground.
The right fist hit Bob on the bridge of the nose,
You hit Bob in the left eye, corner of the mouth with your left fist...
…
The second enemy, Hook, joins the battlefield. He uses a flying kick to attack you in the left shoulder.
…
Ding!
You have activated a new ability - Fighting lv0 (0/100): a combination of boxing, wrestling, Sanda, kickboxing, Jeet Kune Do, martial arts... the combat ability of armed combat, this ability will improve your use of the body The efficiency of attack, defense, and dodge with the equipment will enhance your training efficiency. When the level increases, the three related attributes of physical fitness, strength, and agility will be slightly increased.
Proficiency +1
Fighting lv0 (1/100)
Dean took a deep breath, his face turned slightly red, and his heart surged.
The system did not disappoint him, and a new ability was activated after a fight.
The description is not simple, but the specific effect needs to be verified experimentally.
In addition, since there is a fighting ability, there must be other abilities, such as shooting? If these ability upgrades can improve attributes, then he will become a superman sooner or later if he continues to practice.
A bright road seemed to appear before his eyes.
But he also noticed that after gaining the fighting ability, the ability column in the system became 1/5. What does this mean?
Is it possible that he can only have 5 abilities at most at present?
…
Ulysses knocked on the table with his pen, interrupting Dean's contemplation. His tone was serious with a hint of accountability.
"Dean, I have always had a very good impression of you. You are different from those kids who waste time partying, smoking grass, and picking up girls all day long. You are smart, hard-working, and never cause trouble. You are locked in college early. , The goal is clear and the action is amazing.”
"But your performance today is disappointing. You attacked the owner of the baseball field, Mr. Bob, for no reason in front of everyone, and the impact was extremely bad!"
"Sorry..." Dean said harshly, "I shouldn't have beaten him in front of other people."
I should beat him to a pig's head in private!
Ulysses nodded, thinking he realized his mistake.
"But I can't bear to see an outstanding student's future ruined. Since this is your first violation of discipline, I will give you a chance to sincerely apologize to Mr. Bob and write a letter of assurance not to harass him again."
"NO! His offense against me is unforgivable! If you just let him go, I will revoke the sponsorship!"
Bob's face was gloomy and his tone was more threatening than commanding.
Ulysses suddenly felt embarrassed and rubbed his temples.
"Thank you for your kindness...but forget about apologizing," Dean saw the principal's embarrassment, but shook his head.
In the past, he would most likely have bowed his head and admitted his mistake after struggling for a while.
But the system changes pointed him in the right direction. Here he studied cultural courses step by step without acquiring any skills.
On the contrary, it was a fight that awakened fighting.
Therefore, he should make a new life plan with the system as the core!
It doesn't matter whether you get into college or not.
"Besides, I want to correct a mistake of yours. I didn't hit him for no reason..."
Dean raised his tone, his voice full of anger and sadness, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
"For several years, this bastard has been harassing me like crazy. It has caused me serious psychological problems. I have nightmares every night about his ugly face."
"Dean, your accusation is quite serious. Are you serious? I suggest you consider it carefully."
Ulysses sighed, lowered his head and stared at the interlocked fingers.
He has heard about these things before, but what can he do?
When white people bully Asians, the police don't care, and they might even laugh at them. If they encounter a conscientious person, they can at most give the white person a few words of reprimand and then let him go.
…
"Shut up, do you have evidence? If you're not careful, I'll sue you for defamation!"
Bob warned fiercely,
"You don't admit your previous evil deeds," Dean thought of the incident he was investigating, looked into Bob's eyes, and asked slightly nervously, "What about yesterday, you and two baseball players forcibly took me with you? That precious red sports car insulted my character for a long time! This is kidnapping, a crime! You should be put in jail!"
Unfortunately, Bob crossed his arms and sneered, not giving him an answer.
"Kidnapping? It was obviously me who enthusiastically drove you home, but you were so moved that you cried... I have a group of brothers who can testify."
…
Dean was silent, realizing that it was impossible to extract yesterday's secret from this guy's mouth this time.
Maybe he should change his goals.
"Bob, since you are fine, let's put this matter aside for now." Ulysses made the final arrangement, "Dean, don't come here this afternoon, go home and reflect, and bring your apology letter tomorrow. "
As he spoke, he shook his head at Dean and signaled him to leave quickly with his eyes.
"Bob, you stay...the Diamondbacks have a spot to visit..."
"Hey, don't leave in such a hurry."
Bob suddenly leaned into Dean's ear and threatened meaningfully,
"You scum from the bottom of society, you went off the rails today."
"You don't realize the seriousness of the problem, but you will soon, haha!"
…
"Man, what a result!"
Rust, who was waiting outside the office door, came over with a worried look on his face. Several students in the corner of the corridor, including the Asian girl who rejected him in the morning, secretly looked here with curiosity, but Dean's eyes glanced at him. He immediately walked away pretending to be nonchalant.
After the little sheep turns into a lion, no one wants to mess with it.
Dean shook his head and tried to put on a nonchalant expression on his face, "It's just a dismissal at most. It's worth beating that bastard into a pig's head."
Doesn’t Dean believe that he won’t be able to survive in the future with the knowledge about the future in his mind?
Rust sighed sadly, forced a smile, and punched his companion on the shoulder.
"You were so cool in the cafeteria! Very few people would dare to mess with that bastard, but you broke the record! Bro, I'm proud of you!"
"I accept the compliment. Let me ask you something serious. Where are Bob's two followers?"
"Hook and Zevar you mean? They should be training at the baseball field."
Dean thought for a while and shook his head secretly.
Don't provoke them first.
It was time for him to sort out his harvest, test his fighting ability, and make plans for tomorrow. It was time to leave.
But he was not sure whether his home was safe or not. Bob's last words put him under tremendous psychological pressure. This guy had a profound background.
Now it's the wild 1980s in the beautiful country, and the crime rate is frighteningly high.
Who knows if Bob will do something dirty?
The ancestors have a good saying, strategically despise the enemy, but tactically we must pay attention to the enemy.
The revolution has not yet succeeded, so we must continue to do so when it is time to do so.
"Last, we are good brothers, right?"
"Of course." Rust swallowed, a hint of cowardice on his handsome face, "But I don't have your extreme bravery."
"Don't worry, I won't let you provoke anyone. I just want to stay at your house for a night."
After hearing this, Rust heaved a sigh of relief and his eyes brightened.
"Grace will be happy to welcome you."
…
Afternoon time.
Rust continues to attend school, while Dean goes to the campus park to try out his new abilities.
The sun was scorching the earth, and the temperature in Las Vegas climbed to thirty-two degrees.
The park is shrouded in greenery, with green leaves and umbrella-like branches on the lawn under the huge elm tree.
Dean lowered his head and retracted his chin, staring intently at the dark gray elm tree trunk. He held his chest, left foot in front, right foot behind, raised heel, left arm in front, fist slightly higher than shoulder to protect his cheek, right arm in front Behind the shoulders...
It stayed like this for ten seconds.
boom!
Pushing hard on the ground with his right foot, his left foot slid forward.
His left arm stretched out like lightning and punched, hitting the bark of the tree.
Hold back your fist.
After one punch.
He repeatedly performed boxing exercises according to this posture, sliding slowly with the elm tree as the center, moving forward, backward, and sidestepping.
Whenever his feet moved, his upper body posture would change, becoming funny and clumsy, like a child just learning to walk.
The combination of fists and footsteps was jerky.
Clearly a newbie.
But no one was watching, so he just played to his heart's content alone.
Half an hour later.
Glittery sweat slid down his chin.
Dean propped up his knees and gasped, checking the system records, frowning.
"Is it because my boxing posture is too substandard and my proficiency is improving so slowly?"
Dean experimented alone under this tree for half an hour, starting with random punches and then trying the military boxing he had learned in military training.
I took a few classes of boxing as an elective course in college in my previous life.
Waving a branch, making a "gut-breaking howl" and imitating the "unrestricted fighting" of the genius Chen Hegao.
He tried all the fighting techniques he had seen and put his full effort into almost every move. However, after practicing for half an hour until he was dripping with sweat, his fighting proficiency improved by two points, from 1 to 3.
This is completely incomparable with the efficiency of fighting in the school cafeteria to increase one point of proficiency in just ten seconds.
Dean leaned against the elm tree and took a nap while thinking about it. Peaceful daily training should be far less effective in improving skills than all-out actual combat.
Therefore, in fighting, you must find someone to fight with. It will be difficult to improve by practicing alone.
There are only two paths before us now.
Or find a good opponent to fight with real guns.
Or go to a boxing gym to learn professional boxing and wrestling skills.
…
"I don't even have a dollar in my pocket. I can't afford the tuition for training in a professional boxing gym..."
Dean reluctantly chose the first method.
Find an opponent and, in short, fight!
Several faces flashed before Dean's eyes.
Rust? Forget it, my fists won’t hurt my friends.
Bob? No, the situation of retaliation is not yet clear, so please refrain from provocation for the time being.
Those two followers?
right.
It's one of them, tomorrow!
Just in time, I have to ask them about yesterday's secret.
…
the entire afternoon.
Dean has been insisting on boring fighting training, moving slowly like a tortoise, without any laziness.
This was difficult before time travel. At that time, Dean didn't have the patience or talent to practice any fighting. At most, he only watched MMA and other competitions on live broadcasts.
But now that he has combat records, every time he punches, moves, and every drop of sweat has turned into progress visible to the naked eye.
Fighting proficiency increased from 3 to 9 points.
The feel of his punch was slowly changing.
During the training process, a mysterious force like a gurgling stream seemed to appear in his body, gently and steadily correcting his range of motion.
Ho!
Dean couldn't help but exhale, and exhaled loudly,
At the same time, the body almost instinctively kicks the ground, turns the hips, twists the waist, and raises the shoulders.
The left fist drew a straight line in mid-air.
Like a discharged cannonball.
Legs, waist, back, shoulders, hands...the slender muscles on the originally flat skin under the thin T-shirt were twisted into a rope!
boom!
The fist struck a clump of Haloxylon ammodendron trees.
The branches trembled.
She was so intoxicated that her sweat spilled into the air along her flowing short hair.
Dean stared at his fists in surprise. After a few hours of practice, the initial feeling of huge separation between the upper and lower body weakened a lot.
Messy breathing also became more and more regular.
Ordinary boxing training, for beginners, let alone an afternoon, will not be as efficient as a week.
In addition, during the training process, there were some fighting tricks that he had never learned before and had only seen in fighting shows, but he started to use them without any guidance.
Dean suddenly realized that the fighting ability was more powerful than he expected - all the fighting knowledge he had been exposed to was quickly armed with this ability and improved his training efficiency...
This is called improving training efficiency.
This boring training also became interesting.
Until dusk.
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Ring ring ring——
The crisp ringtone came from the path among the green shrubs in the distance.
Rust waved excitedly from his bike... He got on and followed.
