Real Scholar System

He has been exercising for more than 60 minutes, and he didn't feel any abnormality at all. What's the use of such a simple basic exercise?
At 10:[-], I was ready to go to bed, and I still breathed naturally to enter deep sleep by counting breaths.

"Brat, stay away from the creek."

Yang Jin pointed at Fang Moyan's nose and cursed, and the classmates next to him were also applauding him.

Fang Moyan couldn't bear it anymore, clenched his fists hard, and punched him with one punch, the fists rained down, hitting Yang Jin's face like a pig's head on the spot.

"Hahaha, tell you to scold me again, tell you to pester Yuan Lanxi again!"

Fang Moyan put his hands on his hips proudly, and laughed so hard that even the dust on the roof shook.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jin smiled coldly: "Hmph, dare to touch me? You are dead."

Fang Moyan saw that he was still not convinced, so he rushed up and slapped him a few times, "Call you crazy, talk too much? Your teeth were knocked out."

Yang Jin continued to sneer, making Fang Moyan's heart shudder.

"Look at your hands, haha."

Fang Moyan looked down and saw that his hands were swollen as thick as pig's trotters, and they were like countless ants biting, numb and itchy, it was extremely uncomfortable.

"what have you done?"

Fang Moyan said angrily, stunned, Yang Jin disappeared, and the surrounding environment became gloomy, with endless black ants gushing out of it like a tide.

He turned around and ran, and the road ahead couldn't be reached.

Suddenly, he stepped into the air and woke up sweating profusely. He let out a long breath.

How did you have such a strange dream?

Since he started counting breaths to enter deep sleep, he has not had such dreams for a long time.

To have such a strange dream?

Frightened into a cold sweat and feeling thirsty, he reached for the cup by the bed.

hiss!
A piercing pain spread from his fingers to his heart, and he gritted his teeth in pain.

Looking at my palm again, it was red and swollen, one-third thicker than usual.

It was so numb and swollen that I wanted to chop off my palm.

Looking at the time, it's not even two o'clock, and I don't know what's going on. At this time, there is no one in the infirmary.

Forget it, bear with it, and wait until tomorrow.

Fang Moyan endured it until dawn.

Finally, at five in the morning, the phone rang suddenly, it was the phone Bei Aoxue gave him.

He answered the phone with his thick fingers.

"Xiao Fang, it's time to get up. If you want to practice Kungfu successfully, you must go to bed early and get up early. Go out and warm up first, and then I will teach you the basic exercises."

"Sister Bei, my hands are swollen and I can't move."

"what's the situation?"

"I don't know either. I just fell asleep and woke up in the middle of the night with pain."

"You take a photo for me."

Fang Moyan took a picture of the situation with his hand.

"Hahaha, did you practice kung fu yesterday?"

"Yeah, you gave me the tutorial, anyway, I practiced it for such a simple thing."

"What are you practicing?"

"hand."

"for how long?"

"About 60 minutes."

"Then you deserve it. The important reminder should not exceed half an hour. You actually spent six or ten minutes. You are lucky that your hands are not broken."

"It's such a simple action, but it can still hurt your hand?"

"It's true that there are some hindrances, but usually it only hurts twice. This is a very serious situation for you. Have you practiced before?"

"No, I just run every day."

"It should be put another way. What kind of mental methods have you practiced before, such as internal strength, yoga, etc.?"

"I have a counting method before going to bed every day, so that I can enter a deep sleep."

"Mother is a thief! I found the reason. The counting method you practiced is actually a kind of internal strength, but most people practice it to no avail. It seems that I have misjudged it. You are still a martial arts prodigy."

What Fang Moyan heard was actually related to the counting breath method he had practiced before, which was taught to him by the system builder, Master Zhang Bao.What is the origin of this master, how can he know everything?
In fact, he himself knew that maybe it wasn't the breath counting method that was powerful, but the miraculous effect obtained by cooperating with his subconscious psychological suggestive power.

Speaking of which, when practicing the basic exercises given by Bei Aoxue, the imaginary hand that can crush stones should be one of the psychological suggestions, right?
It seems that the origin of truths in the world is similar, and the same goal by different routes.

"Then what should we do? It's inconvenient to do anything like this."

Fang Moyan looked at his fat trotter-like palm and said helplessly.

"Actually, this kind of training method has existed since ancient times, but it needs to be washed with water. Many medicinal materials are no longer available, bear with it, the ancients came here like this." Bei Aoxue laughed.

"What kind of medicinal material? Can't get it yet? The current planting and breeding technology is a hundred times better than the ancient one?" Fang Moyan wondered.

"I'm just talking about a main medicine, tiger bone, can you get it? Even if you can get it, do you dare to use it?"

Fang Moyan shrank his neck and shook his head: "Of course not, this is against the law."

"Then just wait for the swelling to subside on its own. Of course, you can also try using ice compresses."

Fang Moyan lives in an ordinary dormitory, where can I get ice.When the sky is bright, go to the supermarket at the door to buy ice packs to top it off temporarily.

"However, there is no shortage of steps that should be run. Now prepare to warm up, then run five kilometers, and use the sports app to record the completion time."

"Simple, I often run ten kilometers."

"Is that what you call running? I have a special method for running." Bei Aoxue didn't talk nonsense, and immediately taught a set of breathing methods for running. This is actually in conjunction with running. The effect has been experienced by many mercenaries and track and field athletes. verification.

Fang Moyan listened to Bei Aoxue's instructions honestly, thinking, this breathing method is so simple?Isn't this exactly the same as your own running rhythm?When I am running normally, the AI ​​glasses will remind me from time to time that there are strict regulations on when to use what rhythm, and how many times to breathe.

He feels that the suggestions given by the AI ​​​​glasses seem to be more reasonable.

Come on, warm up first.

Fang Moyan shook both hands, not daring to make a fist anymore, and warmed up according to his previous rhythm.

Because the two hands are not convenient to use, the movements are a bit awkward, but the effect is not great.

When the blood circulation in the whole body is activated, the body is also warm, and the two hands seem to be inserted into the red oil of the hot pot, not to mention the sourness.

After finishing the five kilometers, he didn't dare to make his own claim this time, and sent the data of the sports app to Bei Aoxue.

Bei Aoxue nodded: "Not bad, not bad, your physical fitness is also very good, just suitable for joining my school to practice kung fu."

Fang Moyan saw that his hands were still swollen. It seemed that he would not be able to write with a pen today.