The cold wind chilled Shen Qian's skin, and at this moment, Shen Qian looked confused.
Who am I? Where am I? Am I crazy?
Shen Qian felt that he must be dreaming, because if he felt right, at this moment, he was lying naked on the rooftop of the building, and his whole body ached...
But the unusually real cold feeling on the ground and some sticky things on his hands reminded him that this was not a dream.
Shen Qian suddenly sat up, but the excessive body movements almost caused him to fall forward.
This is clearly a symptom of discomfort caused by the sudden increase in physical strength.
Shen had experienced this kind of experience once before, so he still had some impressions, but the feeling that time was far less intense than this time.
But...how could it be?
He looked around. His clothes had been taken off and neatly stacked aside. There was a lot of dirt on the floor of the rooftop, which seemed to have been expelled from his body.
A few meters away, an iron pot was set up. The pot was very clean, but a rather pungent medicinal smell could be smelled.
Not only did Shen Qian's body hurt, but there was still some stinging pain in his mind. It was already dawn, and Shen Qian's last memory was of falling asleep at home, so...
What happened last night?
Some vague memories emerged. Shen Qian vaguely remembered hearing a bunch of strange sounds in his mind, what system and hangup.
When Shen Qian thought of "system", he was caught off guard and a panel composed of light and shadow appeared in his consciousness.
This panel is divided into different areas, and the most conspicuous one is the "hang-up record" in the middle, which is still flickering at this moment.
After Shen Qian's consciousness was concentrated, the "hook record" was enlarged, and the next moment, a row of bookshelves appeared in Shen Qian's mind.
The entire bookshelf was empty except for a folder on the far left side of the top row.
There is a string of numbers "22970308" marked on the surface of the folder, which is the date last night.
When Shen Qian concentrated his thoughts again, the folder was opened and a line of text emerged.
"Remarks: There is no combat experience or training memory in this hang-up. In order to save energy, except for the 'pharmaceutical' part, only text records are left for the host to browse."
Shen Qian was a little confused, but he intuitively knew that the reason for his change was probably from the "hook record" in front of him, so he continued to read.
"You wake up from bed (19:22)
You're out the door (19:23)
You took a taxi and arrived at Nanmen River (19:38)
You were unable to pay the fare and were punched and kicked by the driver, causing minor injuries (19:40)
…”
Shen Qian: "?"
Wait, what the hell?
Why was I beaten?
"...
You jumped into the Nanmen River 80 meters south of Wuding Bridge (19:43)
You collected a plant of Schisandra chinensis from the depths of the river (Note 1)(19:47)
You have arrived at Huaxia Pharmacy on Nanhe Road (19:59)
You purchased Jiuwei Dihuang Pills, angelica root, salvia miltiorrhiza, red deer skin and other medicinal materials (20:02)
You were unable to pay for the medicine and the credit failed, so you put down the medicine and left the pharmacy (20:05)
…”
The corner of Shen Qian's mouth twitched. Do I need to be constantly reminded that I am poor?
But Shen Qian was also a little curious.
No matter what medicine the system wanted to prepare, judging from the changes in his body, it should have been successful. So where did the money for the medicine come from?
So Shen Qian continued to read.
"...
You ran to No. 113 Haigeng Road in the north of the city (21:18)
You rang the doorbell and explained your intention to the owner of the villa (21:20)
You met Ding Yi and borrowed 2795.6 yuan from her (21:26)
You smiled evilly and turned around to leave (21:28)
…”
Shen Qian: "..."
What a devilish smile!
If the system didn't lie to him, then Shen Qian felt that he could live on another planet.
He admitted that sometimes he was a bit thick-skinned, but he was not thick-skinned to the point of "evil smile"!
After calming down, Shen Qian decided to read the hang-up record first to avoid any further surprises.
"...
You took a taxi back to Huaxia Pharmacy on Nanhe Road and paid the fare of 57.6 yuan (21:59)
You came to Huaxia Pharmacy and paid 2,651 yuan to pick up the medicinal materials (22:00)
You took a taxi back to Xingfu Community and paid the fare of 23 yuan (22:14)
You spent 87 yuan at the convenience store at the door to buy water, a lighter, an electronic scale, an iron pot and asked the boss for some charcoal (22:18)
You came to the rooftop of Building 3 and started making potions (22:25) (click to get the memory fragment of "Pharmaceuticals")
The improved version of ‘Physical Potion’ is produced (23:47)
You took off your clothes and took a 'strength potion' (23:51)
Your body functions begin to improve, and the severe pain makes you fall into a coma (23:52-10:11)
…
Note 1: Schisandra chinensis is a medicinal material containing a large amount of trace elements and a little spiritual energy. It has mild medicinal properties and is often used as a body-building mixture for refining junior warriors."
After reading all the hang-up records, Shen Qian fell into deep thought after the initial excitement and shame.
This "physical potion" did not seem to match the name of the common potions on the market that he knew. At this moment, he was not sure how much the potion had actually strengthened his body.
Suddenly, Shen Qian thought of another question.
According to the records, it’s past ten o’clock now?
He took his bracelet and looked at it. The time on it was already half past ten.
"I'm sorry, I have to go to class today!"
Shen Qian's face changed and he didn't care to think about it anymore. He hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed to school.
…
When Shen Qian rushed to school, it was already past 11 o'clock.
It's not that he was delaying on purpose, but because of the god-awful system and the money Ding Yi borrowed was just enough for last night, Shen Qian, who was penniless, could only run with the wind.
Fortunately, Shen Qian caught up with the last class. Unfortunately, this class was taught by the head teacher Liu Simin...
"I know you may have entered a stage of giving up on yourself and feeling that there is no hope for martial arts, but this is not the reason for your absence all morning..."
"There are more than a thousand graduates from the school every year, but only a few can pass the martial arts examination. If everyone is like you, then doesn't this society need other people..."
"Don't think that no one will pay attention to you, no one will care about you, let me tell you..."
"That's it for today. I'll deduct 30 points for your conduct. I won't do it next time!"
After finally enduring Liu Simin's urge to urinate, Shen Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He found his seat and sat down. His deskmate Zhou Xu, who was about to clean up and go to eat, changed his expression and covered his nose: "Damn it, Shen Qian, you were late this morning because you fell into the toilet, right?"
Shen Qian also realized that he did smell a little bad. After all, he had excreted a lot of impurities, but he didn't care. He asked casually: "I remember that the last class this morning was not a basic martial arts class. How did I become Teacher Liu?" Class begins?"
Liu Simin teaches martial arts theory and world history, so Shen Qian asked this question.
After all, he had a good relationship with Shen Qian. Although Zhou Xu disliked it, he still pinched his nose and explained: "Teacher Liu is here to collect the registration fee."
"What's the registration fee?" Shen Qian was startled.
"Anyone who intends to take the martial arts college entrance examination must pay an additional registration fee. After all, you know how valuable those equipment are."
"Is the registration fee due today?" Shen Qian suddenly couldn't sit still, "Why didn't I know?"
"I was notified last month, but why are you reacting so violently? Do you still want to apply for martial arts?" Zhou Xu asked a little strangely.
There were more than fifty people in the class, but in the end, less than twenty people applied for the martial arts exam, and Shen Qian was not among them.
"Do you know what a three-day absence is? How much is the registration fee?"
"five hundred."
Shen Qian couldn't care less about talking nonsense to Zhou Xu. He turned around and found Wang Yangming, who was sleeping on his stomach across the table, and slapped him awake.
"What?" Wang Yangming raised his head in confusion.
"Money, five hundred."
"Oh." Wang Yangming took out his wallet, rummaged through it and pulled out a banknote and handed it over, "Well, I think I only have five yuan left after paying the registration fee."
"Damn, I'm so poor. Five yuan is also called money?"
Shen Qian stuffed five yuan into his trouser pocket, turned around and slipped out of the classroom with a scornful expression.
At this time, Wang Yangming was slightly sober and asked Zhou Xu beside him in confusion, "Why does he want five hundred?"
"It seems...you have to pay the registration fee for the martial arts college entrance examination?" Zhou Xu said uncertainly.
The two people who reacted immediately looked at each other.