"Uncle, what's the date today?" As he was going downstairs, Zhang Cundao casually asked the uncle who was enjoying the cool air downstairs.
The uncle glanced at him and said, "It's a trail. Today is the 10th. What's wrong?"
Zhang Cundao was stunned when he heard this answer, because he clearly remembered that when he went to the dream world that day, it should be the night of the 9th...
After spending so many days in the dream world, was it just one night here?
He shook his head and couldn't figure out what was going on. He was not very smart and thought about it for a while, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.
There is no literature appreciation class today. It is an elective class. There are not many normal courses. After finishing the required classes in a daze, he must go to the track and field team to report. He is a special sports recruit. If he does not go to training, he may face the penalty of dropping out of school.
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He is a member of the school's track and field team, specializing in middle and long-distance running. As a special sports recruit of the school, he has the responsibility and obligation to strive for honor for the school! He didn't go last time when he asked for leave, and it would be unreasonable not to go this time.
After arriving at the school's playground and canceling leave with his coach, he started to warm up and then jogged a five-kilometer run.
After finishing a training session, Zhang Cundao let out a light sigh. Because after running these five kilometers, he felt very relaxed. He ran at his usual pace, and it was usually a bit strenuous after a round, but today he felt very relaxed.
It was as if I was running not five kilometers, but one kilometer.
While he was moving his body, he was thinking about this problem. On the other hand, the coach obviously saw all this. He came over and said: "Cundao, you are in good condition today. You seem to have enough energy after running these five kilometers. Yes
Has there been a breakthrough?"
"I don't know, maybe I'm in a particularly good state today..." Zhang Cundao couldn't explain clearly.
The coach nodded, patted him on the shoulder and said, "If you can maintain this level, then you have great hopes in this year's National University Games!"
He smiled and said: "I don't ask you to win the championship. I just hope you can beat Mingrui University. It doesn't matter if you lose to other schools. It would be too embarrassing to lose to Mingrui University! Hahaha."
Hearing this, Zhang Cundao couldn't help but laugh. Because Zijin University is one of the best universities in the country, and Mingrui University is one of the best universities with them. Either they are first, or they are first!
The two top universities compete with each other all the time. In terms of college sports competitions, the two schools actually do not perform well. After all, there are still some sports colleges. But everyone in the two universities knows that others can lose.
, it’s just that they can’t!
The coach encouraged Zhang Cundao and then went to instruct other players. After Zhang Cundao stopped smiling, he was also thinking about why his strength suddenly increased so much.
So, he ran five kilometers again. This time, he tried his best, as if he was in a competition.
Then, people on the sports field saw a man who was like the wind whistling past them. Whether they were runners or not, they were all shocked!
At the end of the five kilometers, Zhang Cundao was panting slightly. Then the coach rushed to his side and shouted to him: "Zhang Cundao, do you know how fast you just ran? Have you taken medicine?!"
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After a long explanation, the coach was convinced that he had not taken any medicine. The teammates next to him also came over to ask about the situation. This made Zhang Cundao somewhat uncomfortable. He hurriedly prevaricated a few words and left here.
On the way back, Zhang Cundao finally thought of it.
"Could this be the ability brought out by the dream world?" If the dream world can bring out wounds, why can't it bring out some abilities?
He practiced in the Taoist temple for less than half a month, and his body also cultivated the sense of Qi, which has even settled down to his feet...
Sedimented to the feet...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at his feet. Could it be that the "Tai Shang Wuwei Qing Jing Sutra" could make him run faster? The pure energy accumulated on the soles of his feet, which sounded like strengthening his feet.
He was a little excited, but the next moment, his heart was hanging again. Because he also thought of the consequences of Qing Qi accumulating under his feet! That is, his feet would explode!
His heart was startled, and he quickly felt it. It didn't matter, he soon felt that his feet were indeed filled with some fresh air. And this fresh air was dissipating at a slow speed!
Zhang Cundao was shocked, what is this? Can the practice in the dream world be brought into reality?
Is it possible to practice cultivation in reality?
But he quickly rejected this idea, because he couldn't feel any fresh air entering his body here. He ran the technique and tried to inhale the clear air, but he was inhaled.
He got nothing except feeling the wind blowing above his head!
Reality cannot be practiced! Even if there is fresh air brought from the dream world in the body, it will slowly dissipate here.
Without replenishment, it will dissipate...
Zhang Cundao felt a little confused for a moment. The more he came into contact with these things, the more frightened he felt.
After thinking about it, he went to the school library to borrow some books on ancient literature, and then bought a lot of coffee. He needed coffee to refresh himself, but as a sports student, he couldn't use stimulants.
When he got home, he dug out the tea leaves at home and made himself a pot of strong tea. He didn't drink tea before, but today he risked his life in order not to sleep.
With coffee and strong tea, he began to look through those ancient Chinese books. The thick tomes gave him a headache. In order to prevent himself from falling asleep while reading, he chose to read while standing.
He swore that even during the college entrance examination, he had never read so hard!
After looking through the thick literature and books, Zhang Cundao drank tea and coffee when he felt sleepy. If he couldn't do it, he would move his body. Anyway, he just didn't want to fall asleep.
In this way, after an all-nighter, he was still in good spirits. And he only read the first few pages of the borrowed books!
Haha, for a scumbag, reading is painful... He thought he only needed to work hard to read, but in fact, he overestimated himself!
The documents in the university library are not something that a dabbler like him can understand in one night!
After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth. He took out two bottles of good wine from his father's wine cabinet, then put the two bottles of good wine in his schoolbag and went to Professor Wen's office again!
Soon, in Professor Wen's office, Zhang Cundao took out two bottles of good wine and put them on the table, and then said: "Professor helped me a lot last time, and I left without thanking him properly. I really don't understand etiquette."
.I came here specifically to thank the professor."
Professor Wen looked at the wine on the table, then at Zhang Cundao, who had a flattering smile on his face, pushed up his glasses and said, "Okay, what do you want?"