It was night on the third day of Jiu Chi Taoist Temple.
Zhang Xuezhou swallowed the Qi and Blood Pill in one gulp.
He has no interest in feeling the surge of Qi and blood in his body, let alone any pain.
As soon as he swallowed the Qi and Blood Pill, his vision went dark, and then his eyelids opened, and he had returned to the bed in reality.
“What an exciting night!”
Zhang Xuezhou shook his head, which was still a little dazed due to too much dreaming, recalled the content of the dream again, and then updated the patient's diary there.
"Tai Qing Zhen Technique is a bit interesting!"
Zhang Xuezhou took a look at another piece of nonsense called "The Way of Heaven, which damages the excess but makes up for the deficiency. This is why the virtual defeats the reality, and the deficiency overcomes the excess...".
Zhang Xuezhou made a special record of Zhang Weimeng's made-up practice method. The special reason for this is nothing more than the saying "less than enough is more than enough".
To be weak and to be more than capable means to attack the strong with the weak, which is very consistent with Zhang Xuezhou's current physical condition.
If he wanted to break out of the siege, he could only give himself the comforting words of "not enough but more than victory".
He glanced at the exercise called "Nine Yin Manual" and also recorded the contents of Taiqing True Technique when writing in his diary.
After finishing his daily work, Zhang Xuezhou took the scheduled breakfast and walked slowly to Yucai Middle School.
Whether they are a freshman, sophomore or junior in high school, every student is fighting for a way out.
After one round of screening, now is the final watershed, and you have to fight hard in these last few months.
It is difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to evaluate the benefits and drawbacks of this education system, but it is indeed a fairer screening method at the moment, and this is the concept even if he becomes a failed student.
He wandered into Class 156 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 besides the question-testing tactic. Ninety-nine percent of them come from ordinary families, so the only way to take exams is to take exams.
Zhang Xuezhou is no exception. When he gets to school, he studies by reading books or answering questions. If he encounters something difficult to understand, he asks the teacher.
Everything that needs to be learned has been learned in the first and second grades of high school, and the rest basically depends on the students' performance. The teacher is more responsible for controlling classroom discipline and clearing up doubts, or finding relevant key test questions to explain one day.
"Brother Zhou, let's go challenge together?"
As soon as Zhang Xuezhou sat down, his deskmate Mei Renteng whispered an invitation.
The challenge mentioned by Mei Renteng is the school ranking test. This is a test chosen by students independently. They have three opportunities every month and the highest score is used for calculation.
The monitor on the desk panel can connect to the question bank, and different test questions can be extracted for independent testing each time.
As long as students have a certain degree of confidence, they can challenge it at any time.
Mei Renteng is obviously eager to try, and wants to take advantage of the time when his mental state is at his best to hit the rankings.
"It seems that Brother Teng is going to hit the top two hundred this time!" Zhang Xuezhou laughed.
"necessary!"
Mei Renteng raised his right fist.
As a fellow student in need, he is not much better than Zhang Xuezhou. His school ranking is at the middle level. It is difficult to get admitted to 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 continuously study questions is very poor. After two hours of question sea tactics, he couldn't stand it anymore. He easily got sleepy and turned in the paper early.
This makes Mei Renteng's results always better than Zhang Xuezhou's.
As the saying goes, dragons follow dragons and phoenixes follow phoenix, but in Zhang Xuezhou's condition, it is almost impossible to repeat the glory of his academically dominant sister.
Many people in the senior high school group feel that Zhang Manqian's younger brother should not be so bad, and some people think that it is impossible for the whole family to have good grades.
Some teachers had some expectations, some gave serious responses to Zhang Xuezhou's questions, and some looked at the joke coldly.
But for most people, who Zhang Manqian is, who her brother is, and whether they do well or not have nothing to do with them.
Mei Renteng's thoughts are more complicated.
The reason for this is naturally that he has had more contact with Zhang Xuezhou, and he has some expectations in his heart, wanting to see if the other person can continue his glory. However, he is also conflicted, feeling that Zhang Xuezhou should belong to the same ranks of normal people as him.
For example, he and Zhang Xuezhou had a bad relationship. The two sat together every day. This deskmate friendship was the strongest friendship in high school.
But if he had a good relationship with Zhang Xuezhou, Mei Renteng felt that something was wrong.
Zhang Xuezhou comes and leaves on time every day. Except for the eight classes, there is very little communication between them, and they can only exchange a few sentences when answering questions.
Mei Renteng finally put all these little thoughts aside and plunged into the sea of questions with Zhang Xuezhou's support.
"The ranking has been updated to number 218!"
After some testing, Zhang Xuezhou closed the test interface with great satisfaction when he saw the rankings updated in real time.
He is quite satisfied with the speed of his performance improvement.
It was impossible for his grades to rise explosively in just a few days.
If his estimate is correct, his final ranking this month should be around 180, which will be 70 places higher than his previous school ranking of 256.
This is partly due to the fact that he specializes in complex number theory questions to increase his score, and more importantly, the time he has to deal with the test questions is increasing.
As long as he can complete the test questions soberly, his score will obviously increase. This 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 at his own ranking of 219th. He gritted his teeth.
Everyone is studying hard at school, studying day and night. Zhang Xuezhou takes advantage of his home next to the school and just clocks in to go to school on time every day.
Mei Renteng felt a little sad, feeling that her hard study for more than ten hours a day was not as good as Zhang Xuezhou's playful learning style.
Although the other party cannot continue Zhang Manqian's strength, this comparison is still heartbreaking.
"Maybe the test questions I took were relatively simple." Zhang Xuezhou shrugged and said, "You know, there are some lucky candidates every time!"
"It makes me feel better when you say that!"
Mei Renteng murmured.
There are thousands of test questions in the question bank, and the questions given to each candidate are different, but there is no guarantee that the difficulty given will be exactly the same.
The question bank can only ensure that there are no questions that the candidate has taken before, but if the candidate has done similar questions outside class, this is a judgment that the machine program cannot make.
This also has the luck mentioned by Zhang Xuezhou.
And when the unified adult test comes, everyone will definitely be on the same paper.
As for who has done similar types of questions, that kind of lucky candidate is probably what everyone wants to be.
The short-term luck of the school ranking training test cannot determine anything.
Only if Zhang Xuezhou can break into the top ten of the school rankings can he win the ranking award of Yucai Middle School.
But a score of more than 200 will obviously not gain anything.
Mei Renteng made a 'come on' gesture towards Zhang Xuezhou, who smiled and nodded again.
His popularity in the class is average.
On the one hand, because of the "campus room", Zhang Xuezhou was a day student near the school and did not get along with everyone morning and night, nor did he sleep in the same dormitory.
On the other hand, Zhang Xuezhou is trying his best to avoid close friendships to avoid revealing his schizophrenia.
His relationship with everyone in the class cannot be said to be good, but it cannot be said to be bad either.
It's probably because there's no possibility of making enemies, and if you want to become best friends, you also need some emotions.
Zhang Xuezhou sometimes feels that his interpersonal relationships are quite pathetic, but he cannot require a mental patient to be a sociable person.
By the time we graduate from high school, we rarely interact with each other from all over the world, and there is no difference between close and distant relationships.
Zhang Xuezhou felt relieved again after thinking about it.
The days of studying in the senior year of high school are still a tense transition.
Zhang Xuezhou calculated his time.
If nothing unexpected happens, he will spend one month on number theory, one month on biogenetics, one month on language theory, and half a month on foreign language subjects and other subjects.
His grades improved by dozens of places every month until he entered the competition among the top students in the school.
As for what ranking he can compete for and what level he will perform in the adult examination, Zhang Xuezhou cannot predict.
He smiled at Mei Renteng.
For him, the highly concentrated study for this day was over, and the remaining time was a kind of casual study. It was difficult to improve the study in an absent-minded state, and it was just to pass the time.
Zhang Xuezhou was passing the time lazily, his eyes fixed on the textbook.
When his mind was far away, he suddenly thought of Taiqing Zhenshu.
There are countless things to do in dreams, just like the Nine Yin Scriptures in Zhang Weimeng's novels.
Although Zhang Weimeng made up a set of martial arts from the Nine Yin Manual, which seemed to be nonsense, no one could practice that kind of unique skill.
The same is true for the Taiqing Zhenshu that came from Zhang Xuezhou's dream.
If he believed in the cultivation technique he constructed in his dream, this kind of thing would make people laugh out loud.
However, given the imprisoned dream, Taiqing Zhenshu must be the content practiced by the person in the dream. When Zhang Xuezhou could not understand the content of the class, he could not help but think about it, ensuring that he could master his first skill as soon as possible after falling asleep.
His body was floating in the classroom, and his mind had already flown to those mysterious and unspeakable contents.
Zhang Xuezhou was mentally exhausted from dealing with the test-type study, but pondering the Taiqing Zhen Technique made him relaxed.
"Mental patients can only be normal if they are in their own spiritual world!"
Zhang Xuezhou thought silently in his heart.
He felt that only when he was thinking about the dream world, his head would not be so tight that it seemed to burst.
"I'm here thinking about the magic in my dream, and I don't know if I can put some thought into my studies so that I can get into a more useful school!"
Zhang Weimeng's plan to make a fortune failed step by step, and everything he did failed. Together with his mother Song Fengying, who was not doing her job and engaged in live broadcasting to deceive people, 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 thoughts, they just wanted to get into a good school and make money.
If you have never had it, losing it is not terrible.
But once you have it and are knocked down, this level of difference will be difficult to accept.
Zhang Xuezhou longed for the spacious house he lived in since he was a child, even if it was just in a corner of the suburbs.
Zhang Xuezhou also likes to grow fresh vegetables instead of eating artificial foods every day like now.
He once had too many good things, but they were deprived of them one by one.
Zhang Xuezhou just wants to get everything back.
"This may be possible in three years after I complete my studies and enter the society... no, five years... forget it, I should be able to achieve it in ten years!"
His thoughts changed and he kept making gestures of Taiqing Zhenshu.
When he unconsciously lifted up the white seed in his body, Zhang Xuezhou felt a faint white light rising from the fingertips of his right hand, and a wave of heat immediately surged out.
"Um?"
Zhang Xuezhou was slightly startled.
Zhang Weimeng's made-up cultivation technique cannot be practiced, but the cultivation technique he came up with in his dream seems to have been successfully practiced.
Although the power of Taiqing Zhenshu is very weak, Zhang Xuezhou is certain that this is the introduction to Taiqing Zhenshu mentioned by Li Jiao.
"How can it be?"
The abilities he has mastered in the real world are reflected in his dreams, and Zhang Xuezhou thinks this is normal.
For example, he can play tennis in reality, and he also has related abilities in his dreams. As long as he gets a tennis racket and a tennis ball in his dream, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he can hit the wall three hundred times without taking off the racket.
For example, he has certain production and repair skills, and his level of number theory is quite good, and 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 very 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 hallucinations, which were the sequelae of the conditioning treatment. Now that he thought about it again, Zhang Xuezhou felt that it was probably the harvest of a dream.
Swallowing the poisonous python meat gave him the seed to enter the country, which in reality also gave him a white seed.
Taiqing Zhenshu 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. This chapter has been completed!