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What's more, I don't even know how to use it. After all, this broken panel looks like it was chewed by a dog. What can I do? Find some tape to stick it up?
After accepting the changes in his body, Li Mo stopped observing himself through his phone. The six-dimensional attribute diagram on the "upgrade" panel has undergone subtle changes, the balance has been broken, and it is no longer a perfect hexagon. People with obsessive-compulsive disorder will feel uncomfortable watching it. But after watching it for a while, Li Mo got used to it.
He gradually accepted all of this, and instead began to feel uncomfortable with the invitation letter in the "items". Not being able to find how to use it was like going to the bathroom and finding out there was no toilet paper.
It was not until his stomach made a "gurgling" sound, reminding Li Mo that it was time to eat, that he temporarily put aside the invitation letter that he had been thinking about. He ran outside to find a nearby ramen restaurant and started eating ramen. When he returned home again, he put the invitation letter behind his mind and began to think about his own life. Now that he was no longer plagued by the strange disease, he had to think about how to spend the future.
Don't talk about the three-year plan or something like that. You have to consider whether you want to go to college after graduating from high school. Empty questions will not last long without the support of reality. Later, Li Mo went to play games. On ordinary days, the school would not assign homework. Only during long holidays would there be certain homework. Of course, if you want to take the college entrance examination, you must go to a private school. In fact, the degree of the Japanese test is not small, but the polarization is serious.
After playing for a while, Li Mo turned off the computer. At this moment, night fell, and lying on the bed to sleep was the best choice. When the room fell into darkness, he closed his eyes and fell into a hollow sleep. When he opened his eyes next time, it would be the next morning.
Things should have developed like this...
"where is this place?"
When Li Mo opened his eyes again, he saw an unfamiliar room. Moreover, his eyes were not looking at the ceiling, but at a normal room.
The walls and floors are all made of wood. Looking out through the open wooden windows, you can see lush trees and green grass everywhere.
Not lying on the bed, but with his feet firmly on the wooden floor, he was lost in confusion. He searched his memory but could not find any place that matched this place.
A completely unfamiliar place.
Li Mo confirmed this.
"Oh. Are you here?"
The old voice attracted his attention. The owner of the voice was a hunchbacked old man with gray hair, age spots on his face, sunken cheeks, and black sunglasses with yellow frames covering his eyes. He wore a red round hat, a dark red coat, and a cane. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like a frail old man, and people were afraid that he would fall down at the next moment.
Old man, wooden house.
A subtle combination, the word hermit comes to mind.
But... this old man feels a little familiar.
The old man asked, "Young man, do you know what 'martial arts' are?"
"Martial arts? If you're talking about the kind in the movies..."
"It's better not to know. A blank sheet of paper is easier to paint with ink. I will train you well."
The old man put down his cane.
and many more……
Martial arts?
Li Mo's memory went back to a few hours ago, when he had just experienced a subtle change in his points. His entire attention was focused on the unusable item in the inventory. He was struggling with how to use it.
"Dissipate energy."
This is a term that Li Mo is not unfamiliar with. With this as an introduction, memories continue to emerge in his mind like a spring, allowing him to barely recall the identity of the old man in front of him.
What needs to be corrected is.
The person in front of me is a centenarian.
But even though the opponent's physical function has degenerated to an unimaginable level, the attack is still like a tide, just like standing on the beach to welcome the coming typhoon tsunami.
Martial arts.
It is the skill that allows the weak to defeat the strong. It is the power that allows children, women, and old people to defeat young and strong men.
Therefore, the young Li Mo was like a piece of wood in front of the old man, without any ability to resist. Every time an attack hit his body, he felt the force deeply. Yes, he was obviously hit by a fist, but Li Mo felt that someone drew arrows between his muscles, guiding him how to act.
When a normal person is hit, he will feel pain and then have a stress response. The skills that ordinary people practice will be forgotten due to physiological reactions at the moment of being hit. Therefore, the first thing in martial arts is to learn to take a beating and stay awake during the beating. Li Mo now feels very little pain. He can feel the force of the old man's attack on him, and then he is guided on how to "eliminate" the attack force.
The old man's attack itself contains a certain charm, and it guides Li Mo to grow rapidly like a sponge.
At this point, if Li Mo still didn't know what was going on, he would be a fool.
The invitation to the "force elimination" special training has been launched without anyone noticing.
Time flies, and the years pass by. In this wonderful space, the ability to perceive time is greatly reduced, because it is daytime all the time, and it is impossible to judge the time by the setting and rising of the sun.
until--
Wake up from dream.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the familiar ceiling. The faint sunlight shining through the gaps in the curtains indicated the time of the day.
"It was just a dream?"
Chapter 6 Joining the Ministry
People do dream. And dreams are strange and anything can happen in dreams. The so-called dream is caused by thinking about something during the day. Because I was worried about not being able to use the invitation during the day, I couldn't forget it, and I dreamed about it at night.
"Just check your inventory."
Li Mo went to the bathroom. The system was extremely embarrassing. If you wanted to open the panel, you needed to use a mirror, water or something that could reflect your image. You could only operate after you saw the health bar. The process was very troublesome. If the system had intelligence, he would definitely ridicule it as much as he could. Unfortunately, the system was just a rigid object and there was no possibility that it would pass the Turing test.
I checked my inventory and it was empty. This proved that it was not a dream. The lie I had told myself was broken.
Yes, lies. Lies that deceive oneself.
Li Mo remembered that at the end of the training, his sight shifted from the wooden house that was always filled with light to the dark room. The contrast between light and dark was still fresh in his memory. Now when he recalled the training, his memory began to blur. He only vaguely remembered that he had been training under a centenarian and learning "force elimination".
How long did the training take? I don't know. The scale of time there is vague.
“It really does seem like a dream.”
Studying in a dream or something. It's really weird...
Li Mo tried to punch, and his whole body felt very subtle. He felt that he could dislocate the bones at any time and then put them back together.
——The human body is so amazing.
At this point, Li Mo didn't think about why in that dream, he only needed to be beaten to learn how to "dissipate energy". The system was already amazing enough, so why should he care so much?
After learning "Xiao Li", it seems that there is no difference from normal life. Walking, jogging, eating... everything is the same as before. Maybe the person involved is confused and can't find out what "Xiao Li" is. Who knows what "Xiao Li" is after fighting with others once.
"It's time to go to school."
Dream teaching is also a dream, even if it is true that Li Mo has mastered the skills. The actual experience is just a dream, and the details in it are almost forgotten, and there is no sequelae at all. Being beaten is not a good memory.
……
……
Today, I left for school a little later than yesterday. There were few students walking on the road. Yesterday, Li Mo was among the students. But today, the asphalt road was quiet, with only the occasional passerby leaving in a hurry.
The dawn indicated the time. Li Mo felt that he was a little early when he arrived at the convenience store. It seemed that the store had just opened. Li Mo still parked his bicycle in front of the store temporarily, and then entered the convenience store to choose the same lunch box as yesterday. When he paid, he looked up and saw a black car driving by. Li Mo could not be called proficient in cars, but at least he knew nothing about them.
I clearly don’t recognize the brand of that car, but it seems familiar. Have you seen it somewhere before?
Li Mo thought as he walked out of the convenience store carrying his lunch box.
The episode on the way to school passed by like this, and it was not far from Sobu High School. After turning at an intersection and passing one or two traffic lights, the gate of Sobu High School could be seen from afar. Then Li Mo saw the black car at the gate of Sobu High School, and then he heard the sound of the engine. The black car slowly left.
Li Mo thought of a possibility and sped up his bike. He parked his bike under the school's bicycle shed and saw the distant figure on the way to the gate of the teaching building.
It should be her.
Li Mo felt that the back figure was very familiar. He could see it in every class at school.
I walked into the teaching building slowly and changed into my indoor shoes. Then I ran into the owner of the back figure in the corridor.
"Good morning, Yukinoshita-san."
"Good morning, Mr. Li. It looks like you have recovered from your so-called strange illness."
"Yes, thanks to you. It's probably some kind of puberty syndrome."
"Ah."
The random nonsense did not attract much attention from Yukinoshita Yukino. The other party's eyes stayed on Li Mo for a moment and asked, "Have you become a little stronger?"
"Really? Maybe the clothes I wear are too big for me."
“There is no shortage of such possibilities.”
A person's body shape will not change dramatically in one day. It is possible to turn gray hair overnight, but it is not realistic to gain muscle overnight.
Yukinoshita Yukino believes in science.
The two entered the classroom side by side. It was still early, but there were already some students in Class J who were studying hard. The so-called international class seemed more like a top class to Li Mo. It was not surprising that Yukinoshita Yukino, who ranked first in the grade, was here.
Sitting back in his seat, Li Mo could see the back of Yukinoshita Yukino when he looked up. In fact, the other person was the one sitting in front of him. If it were someone else, they would have had an intersection with each other at the beginning of their time travel. However, he only established formal contact with the other person yesterday.
Is it because Yukinoshita Yukino is a high-class beauty? Yes and no. He hasn't been to school because he was troubled by a strange disease some time ago. What about Yukinoshita? Is it important to have your own body?
Now, when he could relax and face the world, and after meeting Yukinoshita, he understood deeply.
Yukinoshita Yukino is a beauty.
Staring at the other person's black hair for dozens of seconds, Li Mo felt like a pervert. He immediately lowered his head, took out the math test book he bought, and flipped to the first few pages with traces of questions. He stopped until he saw a blank.
Just do the questions first and calm down.
Mathematics can make people focus. When you devote yourself to the problem, all your worries will go away. At this time, Li Mo can understand why mathematicians like Archimedes and Poincare are obsessed with mathematics.
Unfortunately, his brain can't compare to that great god.
During lunch break, Li Mo followed Yukinoshita Yukino to eat and study in the activity room just like yesterday. The only subjects that needed to be studied were Chinese and Japanese history. It was normal for a foreigner to be weak in these two subjects.
Then, as usual, during the break, Hiratsuka-sensei came here, and like yesterday, she had something in her hand. But it was not a birthday cake, but a piece of paper.
"Join the Yukinoshita club, Li Mo."
Hiratsuka Shizuka slapped the paper on the table so that Li Ze could see clearly what was written on it.
"Application for membership? Mr. Hiratsuka, what are you going to do with this? Also, Yukinoshita-san should be the one who decides who will join her club. Is Mr. Hiratsuka qualified to recruit members on behalf of Yukinoshita-san?"
If you are a Japanese high school student and you don't even know what a club is, can you still be called a Japanese high school student? In Li Mo's view, clubs are places to sing the praises of youth, because after graduation, you will be beaten by society.
Then the problem is coming.
Why did you let me join this club? What did Mr. Hiratsuka think?
After raising the question, Li Mo brought the ball to Hiratsuka Shizuka's feet and looked forward to what would happen next.
Chapter 7 Li Mo is proud of his thick skin
Hiratsuka Shizuka did not directly answer Li Mo's question. Instead, she looked at Yukinoshita Yukino.