In the classroom, Wang Jin gritted his teeth and wrote down a line of notes on the notebook on the table in front of him.
On the podium, a young-looking male teacher with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose and fair skin, who looked like he had not experienced much real martial arts training, was giving a lecture with great emotion.
This class is about the structural analysis of cold weapons.
The seemingly young male teacher on the podium is a young professor with extensive research on cold weapons.
Young teachers who have just entered universities are generally cynical and ambitious to change the teaching chaos on their own.
Of course, this kind of baggage will usually be eliminated within a few years after the teacher enters university.
Obviously, the teacher on the podium in front of me has not yet reached this stage.
Before class, the teacher gave all students very clear rules.
No student is allowed to use mobile phones in his class, and everyone must take class notes.
After the end of the final semester, the performance of each student's class notes will be used to determine each student's usual grade.
As soon as this rule was announced, the group of freshmen students in the class were naturally so frightened that they did not dare to touch their mobile phones at all, for fear that they would be failed by the strict teacher in front of them if they were not careful.
But as an old man who had experienced four years of university life in his previous life, Wang Jin was dismissive of the teacher's request.
What bullshit notes.
This is university.
Do you really think it’s still high school?
He didn't bother to pay attention to the teacher who wanted to show his authority by setting up a few rules. He took a pen and scribbled on the notebook in front of him with gritted teeth.
He is not angry because of the teacher.
I was angry because of my trip to the dream world last night.
Last night in the dream world, he was crushed by the monster transformed from the first medicine peak.
He used all his moves, but he was still powerless in front of the medicine peak.
It's like an infant child facing a tall adult.
Fortunately, at the last moment, he escaped in time and avoided death again in the dream world.
The first medicine peak seems to be trapped in that attic, unable to take a step out of the attic.
After Wang Jin escaped from the attic, the Medicine Peak Chief stopped pursuing him.
Wang Jin escaped from the attic, and the joy he felt just after breaking through was completely wiped out by the first blow from the medicine peak.
No matter how he thought about it, he was unwilling to give in. After adjusting his breath for a while, he planned to try his luck at the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion next to it.
As a result, not long after, he was beaten by another monster in the Sutra Pavilion and escaped with a bruised nose and face.
The strength of the monster in the Sutra Pavilion was only slightly worse than that of the first one on Yaofeng. Wang Jin also did not have much power to fight back in front of that monster.
Moreover, when facing the monster in the Sutra Pavilion, he once again felt the strange phenomenon that appeared on his body when facing the first seat of Medicine Peak.
The body movements seem to slow down...the distance seems to be lengthened.
Is this some kind of method?
Or is it the ability of a strong person in the Dongxuan realm?
Wang Jin didn't know.
All he knew was that he was feeling aggrieved now.
Very frustrating.
"Oh shit……"
Thinking of what happened last night, Wang Jin couldn't help but grab the gel pen and once again left a deep mark on the notebook in front of him. With the sound of "creak", the notebook immediately
Pierced by Wang Jin.
I had just broken through not long ago, and I was excited to try out my own strength.
As a result, he was severely beaten.
Can he not be angry?
"Brother Jin, Brother Jin..."
Maybe Wang Jin was scratching paper too loudly. Huang Mao, who was writing furiously and taking notes at the side, poked Wang Jin and whispered: "What are you doing? Don't you take notes? Aren't you afraid of the teacher when the time comes?"
Are you going to fail the exam?"
"Take shitty notes."
Wang Jin rolled his eyes at him: "If you have the ability, let him fail my exam."
"Then please keep your voice down."
Huang Mao whispered: "Brother Jin, you are making too much noise here. The teacher has glanced at you several times just now. Be careful that he is thinking about you."
Wang Jin ignored him and continued scratching in his notebook with gritted teeth.
I was thinking about what I should do to improve my strength in the dream world faster.
Take revenge for this beating as soon as possible.
The creaking sound of scratching paper made Huang Mao panic. Just when he was about to whisper something, he suddenly heard the teacher's voice on the high platform: "That boy sitting in the second to last row, you have been there all along.
Drawing paper and not taking notes, have you learned everything I said?"
The classroom fell silent for a moment, and all eyes followed the teacher's gaze and landed on Wang Jin.
Under the gazes, Wang Jin stood up calmly.
"yes."
Immediately, under everyone's suddenly surprised gazes, Wang Jin nodded calmly.
The faint word not only made everyone in the classroom look shocked, but even the teacher on the high platform was stunned uncontrollably for a few seconds.
Wang Jin's name was very clear to the students present.
He is currently the number one scholar in martial arts in the college entrance examination, is the first grader in the military martial arts department in the entire Great Xia, and is the undisputed number one in martial arts.
All the freshmen have nothing but sincere admiration for Wang Jin in the martial arts field.
But, what is the structure of the cold weapon?
Even if one has extraordinary attainments in martial arts, how can one know anything about this field?
Wang Jin actually dared to nod so calmly, saying that he already knew all the issues explained by the teacher on the high platform?
"Oh, it's really interesting. Even I don't dare to say how much I know about the analytical structure of cold weapons. How dare a freshman dare to talk so shamelessly..."
The teacher on the high platform came to his senses and sneered.
"Since you said that you know everything about cold weapons that I told you, then tell me the advantages and disadvantages of various weapons."
The teacher crossed his arms and sneered, waiting to see Wang Jin's joke.
He had noticed this boy just now.
As a research-oriented scholar, he has the same common problem as other young and energetic scholars, that is, he looks down on these warriors.
This boy took his class and didn't pay attention from beginning to end.
Although this question was not too difficult, he did not believe that this boy could answer it.
Huang Mao on the side was already sweating on his forehead, and he was flipping through his notes frantically to find the answer.
Finally, I saw the answer in my notes.
"Brother Jin, I found the answer, cold weapon..."
Huang Mao lowered his voice and was about to whisper the answer to Wang Jin.
But suddenly, he heard Wang Jin beside him speak loudly, his voice was calm and without any lag.
"Cold weapons are divided into swords and guns..."
"It's just nonsense made out of desperation...I want to see what tricks you can come up with..."
The teacher on the high platform initially disagreed, thinking that Wang Jin was just making things up in a hurry.
However, after listening to a few words, his eyes suddenly opened wide.