Real Scholar System

"What?" Bingjiang was very puzzled by Fang Moyan's words, "You have no right to object, you only have the choice to practice or not."

"I think your training plan is unscientific."

"What?" Bingjiang thought there was something wrong with his ears, "Huh? You say my training plan is unscientific? This is a secret passed down by our ancestors!"

Then I kept shaking my head, more and more traditions could not be inherited, it was really a loss for the people.

"It's really unscientific." Fang Moyan now has invincible confidence in the Super Xueba system, because he has created too many miracles.

"I'd like to see how you plan!" Bingjiang was really angry and laughed, thinking that this kid was really daring and arrogant, and he really wanted to throw this brat down with a stick.

"Senior Brother Bingjiang, this is my plan." Fang Moyan had the impetus of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers,

"Six sections of super kung fu training."

"1. Brain reward mechanism to maintain continuous learning motivation,"

"2. Subconscious suggestion, build strong confidence,"

"3. Digitize goals, quantify achievements, and establish a lasting direction of struggle."

"4. Decompose goals to ensure continuous progress,"

"5, meditate on deep sleep, repair nerves,"

"6. Cooperate with medicated bath to repair the strain caused by training."

After Fang Moyan finished speaking, Bingjiang was dumbfounded. This kid is obviously a rookie, so where did these crooked ways come from?
"No way! You're messing things up, playing the qin." He had to pull the kid to the right path, at least for the sake of his junior sister.Among other things, his character is not bad, but he is too ignorant of himself.

"No, brother, then tell me, according to your training method, what effect can you achieve in seven days? Is it strength? Or endurance?"

"This is not that kind of boxing. This is kung fu, which is the real traditional kung fu." Bingjiang still shook his head.

"Look, brother, I don't even have a quantitative goal, that is, I don't know what I have achieved in my practice. Without a goal, how can I practice well?"

"You kid can't be lazy, can you?" Bingjiang looked at him suspiciously.

"Although you saved me and are older than me, you can't insult me. I once had a successful experience. I was able to improve from the bottom number one in the school to the number one positive number in the whole school within half a month. I have a history of success."

Fang Moyan can only use his own example to strengthen the persuasion of his point of view.He is currently on the system without deciding anything. As long as he learns a certain skill, he will try his best to apply the successful experience of the Super Scholar System.This system, he feels, is a universally applicable truth when it comes to learning.

Bingjiang knew about Fang Moyan's grades, otherwise he wouldn't have listened to Fang Moyan talking so much nonsense, he would have kicked him into the practice room long ago, and directly taken compulsory measures.In fact, before Fang Moyan came, the eight generations of his ancestors were all investigated. Daoyi Zhenren was the patriarch of the previous generation of Yuan family in Jiangbei. Does the department dare not give the old patriarch face?
Since Fang Moyan spoke so confidently, Bingjiang was also thinking, should he just give this kid a chance?

So he said,

"Our Taishan Taoist sect really did not have an overly quantified goal in the process of building the foundation. Don't feel discouraged when you hear the word "foundation". Building a foundation means literally, and it means to consolidate the foundation. Cultivate Taoism and become immortal, don't think about it too mysteriously."

"Then can you find a way to quantify this?" Fang Moyan knew that if he couldn't quantify it, it would affect the accuracy of his plan.

"How about this, after I built my foundation in 49 days, my limbs can withstand [-] continuous whippings with rubber sticks. Is this a kind of quantification?"

"It's better to be more accurate. For example, strength tests and the like."

"The strength test is indeed more accurate." Bingjiang nodded. As the saying goes, strength is indeed a very important measure of kung fu. "However, when we practiced kung fu back then, we didn't test it Strength, there is no data comparison."

"That's it, it's actually easy to handle. You have to ask Brother Bingjiang to find a boxing machine to test your strength according to your strength back then, so you can get a number."

Boxing machine?
Bingjiang thought about it, this is Mount Tai, a scenic spot, and there are many tourists all year round. There is a similar equipment in the tourist square on the top of the mountain. You can test it for a few dollars to the store. It is said that the business is not bad.

"Come on, let's find a boxing machine and try it out."

Bingjiang led Fang Moyan to the elevator and went directly to the square on the top of the mountain.There are many tourists on the top of the mountain, but at this time, most of them have watched the sunrise and are ready to go down the mountain. The flow of people has been temporarily relieved, and there are many fewer people in the square.

In the corner over there, there are a lot of entertainment equipment, such as rings, claw machines, darts and balloons, and a boxing machine, which costs 20 yuan for a test.

At this time, standing in front of the boxing machine were two young men, who had just finished the test, and each of them scored 130 kg and 140 kg, both of which belonged to the normal level.

"Come to play?" The boss of the boxing machine is that young man.

"Play." Bingjiang handed over 100 yuan, then turned to the other party and said silently, "I can only try my best to simulate the power at the end of foundation establishment, it may not be very accurate."

"Okay, Brother Bingjiang." Fang Moyan looked at the boxing machine, but he didn't know how much power he could punch.

Bingjiang quietly recalled the feeling at the beginning, raised his fist, and punched the boxing machine.

"140 kilograms."

"Oh, it's not bad. We played every day and exerted our maximum strength to only hit 140 kilograms. The strength of the brothers is not small." The boss praised.

Bingjiang smiled and said nothing, pointed to the boxing machine: "You try?"

"Try and try." Fang Moyan started to do warm-up activities. This was a habit he had developed from running for a long time. His preparations made the boss pay attention to him, thinking that this young man was also a master.

Fang Moyan put on his gloves and punched him.Before he hit him, the boss kept shaking his head. This posture was too unprofessional, and it didn't use the strength of his waist and abdomen at all.

Sure enough, the result came out, as expected by the boss, only:

"60 kilograms."

Fang Moyan felt a little embarrassed, but after getting Bingjiang's data, he had a goal to strive for, so he practiced slowly, and he didn't intend to eat a fat man in one bite.

"Hahaha, 60KG, what a weak chicken." A discordant voice sounded.