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Chapter Eighty, Strange People

The next day, Liangyan got up early and started with a set of basic training rain or shine, followed by half an hour of strength training.

It was already eight o'clock in the morning after completing these trainings. After a brief wash, he walked briskly to the cafeteria while whistling.

He is in a good mood today for no other reason than he had a video call with his parents last night to confirm that they have settled down in Zhoushan.

Now I no longer have any worries, and the stone that has been weighing on Liang Yan’s heart has finally fallen to the ground.

But what he didn't know was that these were virtual projections prepared by Yu Qingge.

In order to prevent his fragile second consciousness from collapsing again after finding the "Heart Sutra of Overcoming Calamities", Yu Qingge also took great pains.

Finally, through her efforts, Liangyan will only focus on the immediate things for a long time to come.

As for what to do in the future, we can only hope that the "Heart Sutra of Overcoming Calamities" can really have a miraculous effect in repairing his second consciousness.

Today's breakfast is scallion pancakes, eight-treasure porridge and two oil rings.

He didn't eat the side dishes because after eating the crispy cucumbers sent by Wenzhu last night, he was really not interested in other side dishes.

Walking on the path of the school, I looked at the students on the playground with my words in mind. It would be great if life could always be so comfortable and leisurely.

Suddenly, a panicked figure bumped into him, and the unprepared Liangyan was staggered by the figure.

Liangyan stood up and immediately looked at the breakfast in his hand. Fortunately, the breakfast was fine. Then he raised his head to see who had bumped into him.

The person who bumped into him had already walked far away. Liangyan could not help but frown. He looked at the retreating figure, shook his head and said to himself:

"Students from BeiLian are so rude. They bump into someone and don't stop to say modesty. Couldn't this person see that he was almost knocked down?"

On the way back, the more Liangyan thought about it, the more wrong he felt. The person who bumped into him just now gave him a very bad feeling, making him feel as if he had neglected something.

When he walked near the villa and saw Wen Zhu directing the workers to carry a console with great difficulty, Liang Yan suddenly realized that he finally knew what he had neglected.

So he quickly entered the house, ready to ask Yu Qingge what was going on.

At this time, Yu Qingge had already gotten up, and she was sitting at the table waiting for others to come and feed her breakfast.

When she saw Liang Yan closing the door in a hurry, Yu Qingge stretched out to greet him and asked lazily:

"Idiot, what are you going to eat today?"

"Onion pancakes, eight-treasure porridge, and oil rings." Liangyan replied quickly.

Yu Qingge nodded with satisfaction. She had learned to eat in the morning the same way every day for a week. She had cultivated this basic idea from Liangyan.

After Liangyan placed the breakfast, he immediately sat in front of Yu Qingge and asked:

"Qing Ge, with my current strength, what kind of person can knock me off my feet without me paying attention?"

After listening to his question, Yu Qingge looked at him with a strange expression while holding the oil ring and replied:

"Why are you asking this? It can be said that even if you don't pay attention, ordinary people will never get close to you.

Anyone who gets close to you is either a fellow human being, or they are not a human being at all."

After saying that, she ate half of the oil ring in one bite, and then picked up a crispy cucumber and ate it whole. She felt very uncomfortable eating.

Although Yu Qingge's tone was casual, her meaning was very clear. With Liangyan's current instinctive reaction and muscular quality, it would be impossible for ordinary people to have a chance to collide with him.

Unless this person is also practicing Qi Control, everyone's level is about the same.

Liangyan didn't pay much attention to this matter later on, and just wrote it down silently. If there is a chance to meet this person again, then he will ask him about his situation.

After breakfast, today's work begins.

The course on the teaching terminal was sent last night. The content is very simple, just explaining some basic theoretical knowledge of traditional weapons.

When Liangyan read the beginning, the simplicity of the content made his view of Beilian change again.

Obviously this is to fool students, how can such simple content be included in university content?

First there are the basic categories of knives such as horizontal knives, plain knives, Miao knives, and ring knives and other basic Chinese types, and then there are Japanese knives, Gabia daggers, Damascus knives, etc.

Later, there is a detailed explanation of their origin and development and an introduction to their use.

Liang Yan watched with fascination. This was the first time he understood traditional martial arts from a basic theory. He never expected that there was such a brilliant culture behind these traditional martial arts.

Now he knew why Yu Qingge chose these two departments at that time. It was obvious that he was looking for courses for them.

Liang Yan had just arrived in the classroom, and there were still five minutes of class left, but most of the students in the traditional martial arts department were already sitting in their seats.

There is no other reason. Monitor Chen Wei has informed everyone in advance that 30 points will be deducted for each person who is late for the third time, so there are not many points left for them.

However, I don’t know whether it’s because the good advice is not suitable for being a teacher, or because the teaching content is too outdated. Most of the students, especially those transfer students, were furious after listening to it.

Only Chen Wei, the An sisters and a few others were listening to his lecture.

But Liangyan doesn’t care much about these. After all, practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

After all, theoretical classes must be tested in practical classes to test your teaching level.

Thinking of the next practical class, Liang Yan was also full of interest, because he could clearly see that the two students in the class just now were obviously experts in using knives.

There are not many opportunities to compete with experts.


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