I saw a building in the distance, with tall towers, blue bricks and red tiles, and an imposing atmosphere. The door was open, and two guard guards stood on both sides like steel. A wide road led to a wide school field, and after the school field there was another
Architecture where apprentices study.
Along the way, Fu Shubao was recalling the incomplete memories of the dead young master. When he saw Hucheng Lux Academy, he was so moved that he really recalled some things.
The dean of Hucheng Lux Academy is named Jia Meng. He is in his early sixties, and his strength cultivation has reached the realm of spiritual power. He is the person with the highest strength cultivation in Hucheng. In fact, he is not qualified to enter Hucheng Lux Academy.
Practicing, he only came in because the rich man paid bribes to the seemingly "highly respected" Dean Jia Meng.
In addition to Dean Jia Meng, his strength instructor is named Lin Zhan, who is an elemental-level strongman. His fighting disciple's surname is Chong, with the word Yang, and is also an elemental-level strongman. His literature instructor is named Li Qingyao, who is a literary talent.
An outstanding talented woman whose strength is weak is only a spiritual warrior.
The youth team of Hucheng Lux Academy is organized into battalions, with fifty people in each battalion. The team he is in has a resounding name, Thunder Camp. Currently, the young man with the highest strength in Thunder Camp has reached the realm of internal strength.
The weaker ones have also reached the realm of true strength. Of course, the worst one is him. Master Shubao has been practicing strength longer than anyone else, but after ten years, even the lowest level
I haven't even developed my true strength.
Finally, he remembered something very important. The last time he came to Hucheng Lux Academy was a month ago.
"Master, we can only send it here," Chunlan said: "Dean Jia Meng has warned you and the master a long time ago that if we approach the door for two hundred steps, we will be immediately arrested by the guard and asked if we have any questions.
hurt……"
"Injured...what?"
"A crime against moral decency."
Fu Shubao, "..."
"In addition," Dongmei added: "Master, you can't play the flute to summon your shadow guard in Hucheng Lux Academy. As soon as you summon him, Dean Jia Meng will deal with him personally. I don't know, Master, you still remember
I don’t remember, last time, you fought with someone and summoned your shadow guard, but before you summoned him, he was knocked to the ground by Dean Jia Meng and a group of instructors, and he went back to his house and lay there for a whole month.
.”
The shadow guard Reemon is just an elemental-level warrior, but Dean Jamon is a spiritual-level warrior. Not only that he can crush anyone with a higher level of strength, but the key is that he has many helpers. So, Reemon appears.
It would be strange not to lie down in the Hucheng Lux Academy.
"So," the meek Xia Zhu pulled Fu Shubao's sleeve, "Master, you must be patient after you go in. You can't fight with others, otherwise the consequences will be serious."
"I know, you go back." Fu Shubao walked towards the open door.
"The young master must be sick, so sick that he is delirious. In the past, the master used a knife to force him to come to Hucheng Lux Academy, but he didn't come, but today he came on his own," Chunlan said.
"Yes, did our young master change overnight? Has the prodigal son really turned around?" Xia Zhu looked at Fu Shubao's pitifully thin back in a daze.
"Should we stand here and wait for the young master to come out or go back?" Qiu Ju asked.
"The young master's words cannot be violated. If he asks us to go back, we should go back obediently." Dongmei said. She always kept this crucial point in mind.
Just when the four maids turned to leave, their young master had already walked into the gate of Hucheng Lux Academy.
As soon as he appeared, Fu Shubao immediately became the focus of all attention.
If the figure of the young master appears on the street, in a brothel, in a casino, with four personal maids, a bird cage for pheasants, a small pig with a sword on his back, and Reemon who is always ready to fight and hides in the dark, then
The young master has always felt arrogant and domineering, like a wolf walking among sheep. But now, without a helper and surrounded by warriors practicing strength, the young master's feeling has completely changed.
Making a big turn, it's like a thin little sheep walking in the middle of a pack of wolves or tigers.
"Low-key, low-key..." Fu Shubao took a deep breath, "I'm here to learn strength training. I won't cause trouble or show off."
Ignoring the unkind looks one after another, Fu Shubao calmed down a little and walked towards the school grounds. Across the school grounds was the place where various youth teams practiced strength and studied literature. Although he could not remember the specific location of Thunder Camp.
No matter where it is, it must be easy to find once you get there.
There was already a group of teenagers running on the school field. They all had two sandbags tied to their legs and carried a log on their shoulders. They ran at the same pace all the way, and no one was left behind due to lack of physical strength.
Fu Shubao thought: "This kind of intense physical training is not something that ordinary people can endure. The fact that these teenagers can achieve this level must be related to the strength they have trained."
The so-called power is not pure physical strength, nor is it any superpower or qigong from the original world, but a brand new concept.
It stands to reason that a person who has practiced strength for ten years should be very familiar with the concept and training skills of strength. However, no matter how Fu Shubao thinks about it, his memory in this regard is... blank.
There was no other way. It seemed that he had to do everything by himself and start all over again.
As soon as he walked out of the school grounds, an unusually tall old man stood in front of Fu Shubao. He looked like a man in his early sixties, with a face like a red date, wide eyebrows, a straight nose, and a serious expression, giving him a kind of
Awe-inspiring majesty.
"You are..." Fu Shubao tried his best to recall, and suddenly his heart trembled, "Good morning, Mr. Dean."
The person standing in front of Fu Shubao was Jia Meng, the dean of Hucheng Lux Academy. However, when he stood in front of Fu Shubao, he had a serious expression. After Fu Shubao said a word, his expression no longer looked so serious.
Serious, but strange.
"Fu Shubao, are you sick?"
"No, Mr. Dean, I feel very good." Fu Shubao said a little strangely.
"Then why do you say hello to me?" Dean Jia Meng said: "In the ten years you have been at Hucheng Lux Academy for ten years, in my memory, you have never said hello to me, or even taken the initiative to fight.
Hello, so, you are not sick, you are delirious?"
Fu Shubao was speechless.
"Okay, the back door is over there, there is no guard, you can slip out from there now." Dean Jia Meng said slowly.
It seemed that this was his first time to come to Hucheng Lux Academy, but he didn't expect that even the dean would personally point out the convenient door for him to slip away. Fu Shubao couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Dean, I came here today to seek knowledge.
And those who practice strength, I don’t plan to leave.”
"Yes, it's good that you have this kind of intention. A prodigal son can't be replaced by gold, so I'm optimistic about you." Due to his status as the dean, when the apprentices of the academy show their ambition, he will naturally encourage them.
But as he said this, Dean Jia Meng was muttering strangely in his heart, "This kid must have been stimulated by something, and his brain has become abnormal? Why does he feel like he has changed? He is delirious.
, must be out of his mind. If this kid is not out of his mind, then he is taking advantage of me as the dean to have fun again..."
"By the way, Mr. Dean, does the college have a library? Where is it?" The library is undoubtedly the best place to obtain knowledge about strength training in this world. With his IQ of 349, he has a photographic memory.
With his reading ability and extraordinary understanding ability, it is much more convenient and faster to go to the library to read books than to ask the instructors. Fu Shubao has already made up his mind.
"Have you forgotten where our college library is?"
"Yes, that...I was seriously ill and forgot a lot of things."
"really……"
"What's true?"
"Go straight, three hundred steps, turn right, one hundred and twenty steps, see a small road, then go straight three hundred steps and you'll be there."
"Thank you, Dean." Fu Shubao walked towards the direction Dean Jia Meng said.
Looking at Fu Shubao's back, Dean Jia Meng had not yet come to his senses, "He actually said thank you to me, this feeling... Why do I feel like a bitch in a brothel telling me that she is innocent?
"
Walking in the direction pointed by Dean Jia Meng, he saw a majestic building not far away, all of which were palace structures. There were plaques hanging on the tall lintels, such as "Hurricane Camp", "Iron-Blooded Camp"
", "Warrior Camp" and the like, and some have plaques such as "Hurricane Camp Strength Hall", "Iron-Blooded Camp Fighting Hall", "Warrior Camp Literary Classroom" and so on. At a glance, these buildings have different functions.
, each youth team has its own buildings with various functions.
"Thunder Camp Strength Hall?" Fu Shubao suddenly stopped. Isn't this the youth team he belongs to? Without thinking much, he walked over quickly.
Before he even reached the door, he heard a man's voice, which was particularly loud, "Trash! You still can't break through the limit of real power and reach the realm of internal power. Do you also want to learn from Fu Shubao? Do you also want to learn from him?
That makes a zombie?"
A young boy's voice came next, "Coach Lin, I was wrong. I will work harder. I will not be like that useless Fu Shubao. In that case, my life will be worse than death."
Coach Lin, isn't he Lin Zhan, the strength coach of Thunder Camp? Through the open window, Fu Shubao saw at a glance a tall, middle-aged man with thick black eyebrows standing in the main hall. He was Lin Zhan. Behind him
Below, there are fifty cloth mats placed on an open indoor field. A group of teenagers of similar ages are sitting on their own cloth mats, listening to the teachings. The only unoccupied cloth mat is separated.
The team was placed in the corner, and the place was full of miscellaneous garbage.
"That cloth pad should be mine." Fu Shubao thought in his mind.
At this time, Lin Zhan said loudly: "If you don't want to follow in Fu Shubao's footsteps, cheer up and practice diligently! Okay, now let's start strength training!"
"Yes!" There was a loud response.
"Damn it, even if you are a waste, you don't have to be so damaging? I have become a model of negative teaching materials." Fu Shubao originally wanted to go in and have a look, but now he has lost interest. He has also decided to go to the library to study on his own.
Just as Fu Shubao turned to leave, a girl with a long braid suddenly looked over, her expression extremely strange.
"Ah Ye, what are you looking at!" Lin Zhan shouted immediately.
"It's strange, Coach Lin, I seemed to have seen Fu Shubao passing by here just now." The girl named Aye still looked a little dazed.
"What's wrong with you in broad daylight? Have you seen a ghost? Let me tell you, even if you saw a ghost, you wouldn't have seen him appear here!"
"But, I really felt like..."
"If you keep talking nonsense, get out!"
"I know..." Ah Ye hurriedly looked away from the window, his expression extremely aggrieved.
Fu Shubao was no longer interested in what happened at the Jinglei Camp Strength Hall. Soon, he came to the place where Dean Jia Meng said.
Not the library of Hucheng Lux Academy.
It is the back door of Hucheng Lux Academy.
The dignified and respected dean of Hucheng Lux Academy, how could he do this?
The prodigal son can't exchange for gold, so it's so difficult to get a degree?
Standing at the door, Fu Shubao was stunned for a long time...