The First Strong Control In History

For the next three days.

Yuan Bei basically wandered between three points and one line, home, school, and Zhang Peng's house.

The training is still with the four of them. The other awakened shooter seems to be delayed by something and hasn't come to gather yet.

Neither Zhang Xiner said anything nor Yuan Bei dared to ask.

Training hasn't changed.

He runs like a dead dog every day. In the past few days, Yuan Bei's legs and feet are not flexible, and he is limping no matter what time he looks.

But still.

Cultivation is a matter of frantically squeezing one's body, constantly testing one's bottom line, and hitting and breaking through the bottom line time and time again.

As long as you don't cut yourself with a knife and keep up with nutrition, you will only get stronger with practice.

All in all, only those who practice until they give up, not those who practice to death.

Of course, there are times when training is worse than dying.

Just like... Yan Huohuo's whip.

A whip was whipped, as if it had penetrated the body and hit the internal organs directly.

It's sour and refreshing, it's really incomprehensible to outsiders.

But after a few days, Yuan Bei felt that he was a little used to the pleasure of being whipped... Well, it was painful.

Yan Huohuo, the female hooligan, didn't know what she was thinking, and the whip whipped harder and harder.

Yuan Bei thought she might think she was handsome?

But the whip was hit hard, and it seemed that there was a little more energy in it.

It's not in vain.

Paying and harvesting are not necessarily directly proportional, but they are not inversely proportional.

Host: Yuan Bei

Race: Terran

Genes: 51 squares (15/100)

Gene lock: not open

Skill: [Deep Sleep] Bronze (147/5000)

Skill description: When the target is unprepared, it can quickly enter a deep sleep

The genetic value has reached 51, and the experience value may have reached a certain threshold, but there is no change. However, with the increase of gene value, the consumption of time cost is also increasing.

Over the past three days, the average growth rate can only increase by 2 squares per day.

According to Zhang Xiner's words, if the speed remains the same, he can reach the average level today. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, his training volume will increase, and she is also formulating other training plans.

This made Yuan Bei look forward to it.

Yuan Bei is not afraid of suffering, but the data can be seen every day. It is an indisputable fact that the growth of strength is gradually slowing down. Who doesn't want to see his strength rising like a rocket?

Gene values ​​approach the mean.

Although it was only a few days, the changes in Yuan Bei could be seen with the naked eye.

People who don't exercise all year round and people who exercise regularly stand together, and the difference can be seen at a glance.

Although the parents didn't say anything in the past two days, they could see the changes in Yuan Bei's spirit, and they were naturally very relieved. Yuan Bei told them that he went to a classmate's house to study and exercise together.

Yuan Bei planned to confess to them in the past two days, and it would not be a problem to go home in the middle of the night every day.

You have to let your parents know a little bit.

I just turned off the system panel, and the teacher was talking about it in class.

Something has happened!

Zhang Peng, who was sitting next to Yuan Bei, suddenly threw the book away, and said to Yuan Bei with a serious face.

What's wrong?

Surprised, Yuan Bei put down the book and asked.

Since Zhang Peng came here this morning, something was wrong, he was frizzy, Yuan Bei didn't care, now he heard Zhang Peng's tone.

Is there something wrong with the game?

I haven't been online for five days!

Zhang Peng said with a serious face, slamming every word, with a face full of catastrophe.

Yuan Bei:? ? ?

How big is this?

Believe it or not, I'll kill you with a black brick!

He directly picked up the book with a dull head, and then read it. This is already the last subject, and he can finish all of it today.

Zhang Peng became impatient and tugged at Yuan Bei, You don't know, surfing the Internet is the driving force of my life. If you don't let me eat, I still have to talk about it. If you don't let me go online, there's nothing to talk about!

Then go talk to your sister and see if she can talk to you.

Yuan Bei replied calmly without raising his head.

Forehead…

Zhang Peng was speechless for a while: If there is something to talk about, I don't need to tell you.

Don't look at it, don't look at it, think about it for me!

Yuan Bei stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of snapping his fingers.

Zhang Peng shrank his neck and stopped talking.

He didn't think so at first, but now he thinks that Yuan Bei's move is simply a killer weapon, the kind that he can't wake up after sleeping all day.

Especially in class, he was already tall, and although he was in good spirits after waking up on the table, his body was uncomfortable everywhere.

Just look at the few students who fell asleep in strange postures around you, and you don't know how they fell asleep...

Those who are smart seem to have mastered the trick. Before Yuan Bei comes every day, he adjusts his sleeping position first, and prepares for a whole day of sweet dreams.

How good would you say this cleverness is put into study?

Hey!

Zhang Peng seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and his eyes lit up: You are like this, let's go back today, I will help you distract my sister, and you just put her to sleep.

When the time comes, the two of us will go directly to the Internet cafe and give him a good slap, how about it?

Yuan Bei turned his head and gave Zhang Peng a look like a fool.

You want me to die?

Zhang Peng: ...

He sighed slightly, and silently picked up the book again.

Seeing Zhang Peng like this, Yuan Bei couldn't help but smile.

Internet addicted teenager lost his mind.

If you want to go online, you will be crazy, and you can think of this kind of trick.

If he could put the two of them to sleep, would he still need to train with the whip every day?

Isn't the reason for training like this now that the control is not hard enough? If it is hard enough, practice with a hammer. Whoever dares to come up with a sap will be knocked out directly and it will be over.

Thinking of this, he held the book and read it again.

...

soon.

an hour later.

The experience points were exhausted, and his accelerated learning also came to an end.

Putting down the book, Yuan Bei fell into deep thought.

Four days!

Today is still 10 points of experience.

For four consecutive days, he still washed his hands and worshiped Oshen every day, but even so, he still received the subsistence allowance for four consecutive days.

After asking Yuan Xiaopang carefully, he came to the conclusion that this little fat man hasn't picked up any money these days!

Yuan Xiaopang himself was puzzled.

Not to mention picking up money, even the WeChat payment waiver that often appeared in the past few days has not appeared!

He also felt as if he had seen a ghost.

When Yuan Xiaopang said this, Yuan Bei felt as if he had seen a ghost...

Look at his use of words, unexpectedly, often, free of charge.

Are Ou Shen and African chiefs living in the same world?

How come to him, all these words have to become never?

Tomorrow will be the seventh day, and the rewards for signing in for seven consecutive days will come out. At this time, Yuan Xiaopang's Ou Shenli power is gone, which is a big obstacle for Yuan Bei.

Yuan Bei always had a vague feeling that Yuan Xiaopang consumed so much European spirit at once, maybe he was going to make a big move?

Could it be that this little fat man secretly bought a lottery ticket?

Or come back today to pick up a sack of money?

Taking this matter to heart, Yuan Bei plans to observe and observe carefully in the next few days to see where Yuan Xiaopang's European spirit has gone.

He didn't think about it for long.

Who can say what luck is.

Even Oushen will go to Maicheng sometimes, right?

Maybe it's just plain bad luck?

The next class begins.

Yang Hongmei walked in, and the whole class focused on her.

To be precise, it focused on the stack of papers she held in her arms.

Exam results are out!

Liang Zhijia straightened his waist, his eyes were full of eagerness.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Yuan Bei felt that Yang Hongmei's eyes lingered on him for a long time.