The next day, Fan Luo contacted his only friend, Liu Wenwen.
"What? Are you admitted too?" Liu Wenwen's voice shouted from the phone.
"Oh, didn't you get admitted to college?" Fan Luo was a little unhappy.
"Hey, I'm only 20 points behind. How about you, 200 points behind? Can it be the same?"
"Why is it different? We are all admitted to the same university now."
"I won't tell you anymore. I want to drop out of school. This must be a ninth-rate rubbish school. I will repeat my studies for another year and I will definitely get into a good university."
"Haha, you..."
Beep, the phone has been hung up.
Fan Luo was speechless. He was indeed a little stupid in this life. Now that his brain is damaged and his intelligence has declined, he is even stupider.
Fortunately, he awakened the memory of his previous life and more or less made up for his experiences in the two lives.
Just be stupid. After you practice your kung fu well and get some lottery tickets, you might be able to draw a high-level reincarnation stone. Then you will be reincarnated into a noble blood family, and you won't have to worry about martial arts anymore.
Fan Luo stared at his personal panel, thinking about the word "inauguration".
'Inauguration' here, in the universe where the desert island is located, is the 'realm', starting directly from a martial artist, then becoming a warrior, and going up.
But now that the realm has disappeared and it has become an inauguration, it means that in this universe, the so-called inauguration actually represents extraordinary power.
It's just that he hasn't taken up any profession yet, so he doesn't have any extraordinary power like a mortal on a desert island who hasn't practiced martial arts yet.
“What exactly does it take to get a job?”
Fan Luo thought distressedly.
At this time, the phone suddenly rang.
After he connected, Liu Wenwen's mournful voice came out,
"I'm done. I can't drop out of school. I said I don't want the tuition fees, but I can't even refund them. Is the textile factory so overbearing? Is there any more natural justice? Is there any more law?"
Fan Luo gloated: "The textile factory is the god of Tookura City. The police station is paid by the textile factory. We drive police cars with the logo of the textile factory to enforce the law. Do you think you are overbearing or not?"
Textile Factory, one of the thirteen largest chaebols in the Nighthawk Federation, is a multinational group that covers industries such as medicine, automobiles, mobile phones, new energy, communications, networks, education, etc.
The hospital where Fan Luo stayed before was one of the many industries under the textile factory. It was the best hospital in Tokura City, bar none.
Now this giant has established a school in Tokura City.
They also admitted students like him who had been eliminated.
In order to recruit students, they are really hungry.
Fan Luo chatted with Liu Wenwen for a few more words, and then hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to finish speaking.
The previous dissatisfaction was finally returned.
Liu Wenwen was Fan Luo's best friend. The two of them had been through thick and thin together. They were bullied together at school, so it was a friendship that had been bullied.
Liu Wenwen was bullied because she was fat.
Fan Luo was bullied because he was stupid and had a complicated relationship with Chen Xiao.
Fan Luo took off his clothes and started watching videos to practice his newfound martial arts.
——Tangwa Zhengquan.
The person demonstrating boxing skills in the video claims to be the third generation successor of Tangwa Zhengquan.
Tang Wa Zhengquan, as you can tell from the name, is a boxing method created by a man named Tang Wa.
Before Fan Luo decided to learn this boxing technique, he specifically searched online. In history, there was indeed a boxing master named Tang Wa who passed away thirty years ago. This third generation descendant is Tang Wa's grandson.
Fan Luo has practiced for almost two days. Based on his previous experience in practicing Mantis Fist and Arhat Fist, he should have become very proficient in this martial art in two days without having to watch videos to practice.
But Fan Luo was still practicing with reference to the video.
He found that Tang Wa Zhengquan was very interesting. It was different from ordinary martial arts routines. People in the video were going back and forth, mainly explaining the power generation techniques and breathing methods of Tang Wa Zheng Quan.
Every action takes a long time to brew.
The posture is also weird and looks very funny.
At that time, many people commented on the barrage and laughed at the person who taught boxing, saying that he was shitting, constipated, and that he was engaging in pornography. The breathing sound was so special that they did not dare to turn up the volume. Various bombs The scene will make most people angry to death after watching it.
The third generation successor of Tangwa Zhengquan was indeed angry.
I deleted all four teaching videos.
All accounts have been cancelled.
If Fan Luo hadn't cached it in advance, he probably wouldn't have seen it now.
A few days later, Fan Luo had to leave the apartment where he had lived for less than half a month. He was going to school.
…
Jinggong Vocational College.
In a spacious square.
A total of 765 students put on black school uniforms, and then listened to an old man wearing silver-rimmed glasses announce that three months of military training will begin today.
Liu Wenwen stood next to Fan Luo, grabbing his hair in disbelief.
"Oh my god, I thought being forced to wear school uniforms was old-fashioned enough, but I didn't expect that there would be three months of military training? Do we have to go to class?! This is not a university, this is a military school, a military school!"
Fan Luo was equally surprised. This school was indeed very informal.
"Tell me what your major is?" he asked.
"Finance, what about you?"
"physical education."
"Fan Luo, have you noticed that we don't seem to have any teachers here."
"Well, they are all instructors. Didn't they say we need military training? The teacher won't be here soon."
"It's been three months of military training. I can't stand it for even a day. I'm going to die. I want to take sick leave."
Liu Wenwen wailed. He has a very optimistic personality, but military training is really the thing he hates the most.
Although the Nighthawk Federation is not like its neighboring country where all citizens must serve in the military, starting from elementary school, military training is required every time the school starts.
However, this is the first time I have heard of the three-month military training.
Everyone returned to their dormitories.
The school dormitory has four people per room. The dormitory does not restrict students from the same class and the same major to live together. Students from other majors can also live in the dormitory.
Fan Luo, Liu Wenwen, and two other boys lived in a dormitory.
Several people had known each other when they moved into the dormitory before, and now they got together to chat about their military training careers that were about to start in the afternoon.
Without exception, they all regretted entering this school.
Chen Jun touched his newly shaved head: "The schools run by textile factories are different."
Li Bingqi ate the spicy sticks given by Liu Wenwen and said vaguely: "So what about the textile factory? They still have to follow the teachings of the Federal Bureau of Education."
Liu Wenwen took a bite and threw the spicy strips on the table. He kept sucking in the cold air, swallowing his saliva, and said angrily:
"The Federal Bureau of Education did not allow him to undergo military training for three months."
"It doesn't matter, I won't learn anything anyway."
Fan Luo chatted with a few people and then went up to the rooftop of the dormitory alone.
Seeing that there was no one around, he took out his notebook, opened the video, and continued to practice Tangwa Zhengquan and several other newly discovered martial arts.
The more you practice Tang Wa Zhengquan, the more flavor you get. However, the coordination of breathing and movement, as well as complex issues such as the duration of power storage, have already made it difficult for his current intelligence.
