fifth form

Chapter 20 Mapping
It was night on the third day of Jiuchi Taoist Temple.

Zhang Xuezhou swallowed the Qi and Blood Pill in one gulp.

He has no interest in things like feeling the surge of qi and blood in his body, and he doesn't want to feel any pain.

As soon as he swallowed the Qi and Blood Pill, his eyes went dark, and then his eyelids opened, and he had already returned to the bed in reality.

"What an exciting night!"

Zhang Xuezhou shook his head, which was still in a trance due to too many dreams, recalled the content of the dream again, and then updated the patient's diary there.

"Too halal, interesting!"

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at another nonsense exercise "The way of heaven, more than damage but make up for what is not enough. That's why emptiness wins reality, what is not enough wins more...".

Zhang Xuezhou made a special record of Zhang Weimeng's made-up cultivation method, and the special reason for this is nothing more than the phrase 'more than enough is better than what is insufficient'.

Not enough to win and more than enough means to attack the strong with the weak, which is very in line with Zhang Xuezhou's current physical condition.

If he wants to break out of the encirclement, he can only give himself the words of consolation that there is more than enough to overcome.

He glanced at the exercise called "Nine Yin Manual", and also recorded the content of Taiqing Zhenshu when writing his diary.

After finishing his daily work, Zhang Xuezhou took the scheduled breakfast and walked slowly towards Yucai Middle School.

Whether they are freshmen, sophomores or seniors, every student is fighting for a way out.

One after another screening, now is the final watershed, you have to fight hard for the last few months.

It is difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to evaluate the advantages and disadvantages of this education system, but this is indeed a relatively fair screening method at present, even if he becomes a failed student.

He staggered into Class [-] and found his place again.

On Zhang Xuezhou's desk, there are books and test papers nearly one meter thick.

For senior high school students, they have few other options other than the sea of ​​questions tactics. Ninety-nine percent of them are from ordinary families, so the only way left is to take the exam.

Zhang Xuezhou is no exception. When he arrives at school, his study is to read books or brush up questions. If he encounters difficult content, he will ask the teacher.

What should be learned has already been learned in the first and second grades of high school, and the rest basically depends on the performance of the students. The teacher is more concerned with controlling classroom discipline and clarifying doubts, or finding relevant key exam questions one day to explain.

"Brother Zhou, shall we challenge the challenge together?"

As soon as Zhang Xuezhou sat down, his deskmate Mei Renteng made an invitation in a low voice.

The challenge mentioned by Mei Renteng is the school ranking test, which is a test that students choose independently. They have three chances a month, and the highest score is used for calculation.

The visual instrument on the desk panel can link to the question bank, and each time a different test question is extracted for independent testing.

As long as students have a certain degree of confidence, they can go to the challenge at any time.

Mei Renteng is obviously eager to try, and wants to take advantage of the time when he is in the best state of mind to hit the rankings.

"It seems that Brother Teng is going to hit the top [-] this time!" Zhang Xuezhou laughed.

"necessary!"

Mei Renteng raised his right fist.

As a suffering brother, he is not much better than Zhang Xuezhou. His school ranks at the middle level, and it is difficult to get into any good university. He can only choose between ordinary universities and colleges.

But Mei Renteng still has a somewhat superior mentality.

Compared with him, Zhang Xuezhou's ability to continue brushing the questions is very poor. After two hours of question sea tactics, he can't stand it anymore, and he is easy to get sleepy and hand in the papers early.

This makes Mei Renteng's grades always better than Zhang Xuezhou's.

As the saying goes, the dragon follows the dragon and the phoenix follows the phoenix, but in Zhang Xuezhou's state, it is almost impossible to repeat the glory of his schoolmaster sister.

Many people in the senior three group felt that Zhang Manqian's younger brother should not be so poor, and some people felt that it was impossible for the whole family to have good grades.

Some teachers, with a little expectation, gave serious responses to Zhang Xuezhou's questions, while some looked at the jokes coldly.

But for most people, who Zhang Manqian is and who Zhang Manqian's younger brother is, it has nothing to do with them whether they do well or not in the exam.

Mei Renteng's mind is more complicated.

The reason for this is naturally that he has more contact with Zhang Xuezhou, and he has some expectations in his heart, wanting to see if the other party can continue his glory, but he is mixed with contradictions, and feels that Zhang Xuezhou should belong to the ranks of normal people like him.

For example, he has a bad relationship with Zhang Xuezhou, and the two sit together every day. This kind of friendship at the same table is the strongest friendship in high school.

But if it is said that he has a good relationship with Zhang Xuezhou, Mei Renteng feels that there seems to be something wrong.

Zhang Xuezhou came and left on time every day. Except for the time of the eight classes, there was extremely little communication between them, and they could only exchange a few sentences when brushing the questions.

Mei Renteng finally put all these careful thoughts aside, and with Zhang Xuezhou's support, plunged into the sea of ​​questions.

"The ranking is updated to 210 eight!"

After some tests, Zhang Xuezhou was very satisfied with the real-time updated rankings and closed the interface of the exam questions.

He is quite satisfied with the speed at which his grades have risen.

In just a few days, it is impossible for his grades to show an explosive and rapid rise.

If his calculations were correct, his final ranking this month should be around 180, which would be 250 places higher than his previous school ranking of [-].

One of the reasons for this is that he specializes in complex number theory questions to increase his scores, and it is more because he has more time to cope with the exam questions.

As long as he can complete the test questions soberly, his score will obviously rise, which is an inevitable result.

"I'm actually one place behind you!"

Next to Zhang Xuezhou, Mei Renteng glanced at Zhang Xuezhou's ranking, and then looked at his own ranking of 210th and [-]th, his teeth were gritted.

Everyone is studying hard at school, and the study time can be called day and night. Zhang Xuezhou relies on his home next to the school, and only clocks in to go to school on time every day.

Mei Renteng felt a little sad in his heart, feeling that his hard work of more than ten hours a day could not compare to Zhang Xuezhou's playful learning style.

Although the opponent cannot continue Zhang Manqian's strength, this comparison still makes people feel sad.

"Maybe the exam questions I encountered were relatively simple." Zhang Xuezhou shrugged and said, "You know, there are some lucky candidates every time!"

"That made me feel better!"

Mei Renteng muttered.

There are thousands of exam questions in the question bank, and the questions given to each candidate are different, but there is no guarantee that the difficulty given is exactly the same.

The question bank can only ensure that there are no questions that the examinee has taken before, but if the examinee has done similar question types outside of class, this is a judgment that the machine program cannot make.

This is also the luck mentioned by Zhang Xuezhou.

And when the adult exam is unified, everyone must have the same paper.

As for who has done similar question types, that kind of luck examinee is probably the hope that everyone wants to be.

The short-term luck of the school ranking training test does not determine anything.

If Zhang Xuezhou can break into the top ten of the school, he can win the ranking award of Yucai Middle School.

But the results of more than two hundred obviously won't get anything.

Mei Renteng gestured a 'come on' gesture towards Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Xuezhou smiled and nodded again.

He is not popular in the class.

On the one hand, because of the 'campus housing', Zhang Xuezhou was a day student near the school, and he didn't get along with everyone in the morning and evening, and he never slept in the same dormitory.

On the other hand, Zhang Xuezhou is trying to avoid deep friendship, so as not to reveal his schizophrenia problem.

His relationship with everyone in the class isn't good, but it's not bad either.

It is probably because there is no possibility of friendship, and there is a little lack of emotion if you want to become a buddy.

Zhang Xuezhou sometimes feels that his interpersonal relationship is quite pathetic, but he cannot require a mental patient to be a person who is good at communication.

But after graduating from high school, everyone has less contact with each other, and there is no distinction between close and distant relationships.

Zhang Xuezhou felt relieved after thinking about it.

The days of studying in the third year of high school are still a tense transition.

Zhang Xuezhou was thinking about his time.

If there are no accidents, he will spend one month on number theory, one month on biological genetics, one month on language theory, half a month on foreign language subjects and other subjects.

His grades improved by dozens of rankings every month, until he got into the competition of the top students in the school.

As for what ranking he can compete for and what level he will perform in the adult test, Zhang Xuezhou cannot predict.

He smiled at Mei Renteng.

For him, this day's highly focused study is over, and the rest of the time belongs to fly-by-night study. It is difficult to improve much in the study in the absent-minded state, and it is purely to pass the time.

Zhang Xuezhou lazily passed the time, his eyes fixed on the textbook.

When his mind was flying far away, he suddenly thought of Taiqing Zhenshu.

There are countless things to do in the dream, which is like the Nine Yin Manual in Zhang Weimeng's novel.

Although Zhang Weimeng made up a set of martial arts from the Nine Yin Scriptures, which seems to have some sense, but no one can practice that kind of unique knowledge.

The same is true of the Taiqing Zhenshu that came from Zhang Xuezhou's dream.

If he believed in the cultivation technique constructed in his dream, telling such a thing would make people laugh out loud.

But there is a dream of being imprisoned, and the Taiqing technique must be the content of the dreamer's practice. When Zhang Xuezhou has difficulty seeing the content of the class, he can't help thinking about it, so that he can master his first technique as soon as possible after falling asleep.

His mind was floating in the classroom, but his mind had already flown to those mysterious and unspeakable contents.

Zhang Xuezhou was mentally exhausted by coping with the problem-solving learning, but he was relaxed mentally by pondering the tai halal technique.

"Sure enough, a mental patient can only be normal if he is in his own spiritual world!"

Zhang Xuezhou muttered in his heart.

He felt that only when he was thinking about the dream world, his head would not be so tense that it seemed to split open.

"I'm pondering the technique in my dream here, and I don't know if I can spend some time on my studies in my dream, so that I can get admitted to a useful school!"

Zhang Weimeng's plan to get rich failed every step of the way, and failed in everything he did. Even his mother, Song Fengying, went out of business to engage in live broadcasts to deceive people, and the Zhang family's financial resources were directly hit hard.

Both Zhang Xuezhou and Zhang Manqian have endured the pain of lack of money.

Neither Zhang Xuezhou nor Zhang Manqian had any special intentions, they just wanted to get into a good school and rush for money.

If you don't have it, it's not terrible to lose it.

But once owned and knocked down, this level of difference will be difficult for people to accept.

Zhang Xuezhou longed for the spacious house he lived in since he was a child, even if it was only in a corner of the suburb.

Zhang Xuezhou also likes to grow fresh vegetables, instead of eating artificial food every day like now.

He used to have too many good things, but was deprived of them one by one.

Zhang Xuezhou just wants to get back everything he once had.

"This may be three years after I have successfully entered the society... no, five years... Forget it, it should be possible in ten years!"

He flipped his mind and kept gesticulating the Tai Halal Technique.

When he unnaturally lifted the white seed in his body, Zhang Xuezhou felt a faint white light rising from the tip of his right finger, and a wave of heat rushed out.

"Ok?"

Zhang Xuezhou was slightly taken aback.

Zhang Weimeng's self-made training technique can't be practiced, but the training technique he came from in a dream seems to have been successfully cultivated.

Although the power of the too-halal technique is very weak, Zhang Xuezhou is sure that this is the introduction to the too-halal technique mentioned by Li Jiao.

"how is this possible?"

Zhang Xuezhou felt that it was normal for the abilities he mastered in the real world to be reflected in his dream.

For example, he can play tennis in reality, and he also possesses related abilities in his dreams. Whenever he gets tennis rackets and tennis balls in his dreams, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he can hit the wall [-] times without taking off his racket.

For example, he has certain production and maintenance skills, and his number theory is quite good, so he can easily take on the responsibility of distributing meat in the village.

But from the dream to reality, Zhang Xuezhou felt that things were dreamy and difficult to explain with normal theories.

He suddenly recalled the white seed in his body.

Zhang Xuezhou used to think that it was the sequelae of his schizophrenia and he had hallucinations, which belonged to the sequelae of the conditioning treatment. Now thinking about it again, Zhang Xuezhou thinks that it is probably the harvest of dreams.

Swallowing the poisonous python meat allowed him to have an imported seed, so that in reality he also derived a white seed.

Tai halal art can also be mapped to practice in reality.

"I also swallowed a Qi and Blood Pill..."

When Zhang Xuezhou thought that he might become a strong man in reality, he couldn't help it.

(End of this chapter)