When the two returned home, Zhou Xingxing had fallen asleep on the sofa, with homework spread out in front of him.
He did not die in battle, but because the enemy army was so powerful that he became dizzy after just one look, his hands and feet were sore and weak, and after a second look, he fell unconscious.
Cao Dahua woke up Zhou Xingxing, explained the situation tonight, and brought Huang Sir's order. Today is different from the past, and the two of them are at risk of being exposed. Please be cautious when doing things.
Zhou Xingxing woke up immediately after hearing this, and discussed with Cao Dahua for a long time, which did not end until late at night.
On the other side, Liao Wenjie returned home and went straight to the bedroom to study the system at hand.
Today he dared to save someone in a hot pot restaurant and even got a bottle of wine on purpose. It was not because he had learned Iron Tou Kung Fu at a culinary training academy, but because he had spent 100 points of financial resources to redeem a skill in time.
[Iron Shirt (Introductory)]
100 points can only be exchanged for entry-level martial arts, but no higher level. Moreover, because the system is mechanical and rigid, the vision is very short-sighted, and it does not know how to invest in high-quality stocks, so there is no loan function.
If there is, Liao Wenjie dares to guarantee that he will owe money to the boss of the system.
You only have one chance, so be careful.
In fact, there are many entry-level martial arts in the 100-point range in the mall, and there is no shortage of handsome and stylish boxing skills. Picking any one is enough to defeat three club boys, but he still chose Iron Cloth Shirt.
Liao Wenjie knew very little about martial arts, but he understood one truth: it is better to scare someone than to hit someone!
Today you use fists and kicks to deal with the gangsters, but tomorrow you meet a master, what should you do?
Even if he is not a master, he is still just a beginner. Due to his lack of combat experience, he will most likely be beaten in any encounter.
Since you are all about to be beaten, then choose an iron cloth shirt. At least it will not hurt so much when you are beaten, and you can hold on for a while longer to wait for someone to save you.
It would be better if you can frighten the opponent with a few punches.
After the fight, Liao Wenjie felt a little regretful.
It's not that the iron cloth shirt is bad. In fact, the effect of the iron cloth shirt is far beyond his expectation. As long as the opponent does not bring a knife or a gun, nor is he an expert in beating people like hanging paintings, the entry-level iron cloth shirt can be used for defense.
More than enough.
I regret it because after rescuing Lao Wang, I responded to the saying, "Don't ignore good deeds because they are small, and don't do evil things because they are small." The cleared financial resources increased to 200 points. In this way, the iron cloth shirt looks a bit...
Embarrassed.
200 financial resources are not much, but little... That is really little. It can be used just enough to upgrade the iron cloth shirt, from "entry" to "entry", to enter the hall, that is, to achieve success in learning.
Or, you can use 200 points to exchange for other entry-level martial arts. If you plan carefully, you can exchange for two.
As for Taoism, not to mention that he can't understand it and won't be able to use it after exchanging it. Just talking about his current net worth, he can only think about it in a dream.
too expensive!
It would be useless for Liao Wenjie to leave these 200 points of financial resources alone. Anyway, there is no rush now, and it is the last word to keep it to be prepared for any emergencies.
But there was one thing that puzzled him: why would a system of monasticism have Buddhist martial arts?
After thinking about it, maybe it was because the names like Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt were too loud, and the heads of various sects were too lazy to come up with new names, so they just used them.
The iron cloth shirt he redeemed was not necessarily from Buddhism.
And the Kung Fu in the system looks like Buddhism at first glance...
Liao Wenjie thought for a while and felt that it was getting late, so he didn't want to worry about it.
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At dawn, Liao Wenjie went to work at the company. Zhou Xingxing had been moaning early in the morning, claiming that he had a fever and wanted to take leave, and stayed in bed refusing to get up.
As a fellow student, Cao Dahua saw through Zhou Xingxing's lies at a glance and dragged him into the school gate.
In the first class, Zhou Xingxing was punished by standing in the corridor for not handing in his homework. The same happened in the following classes. He was kicked out of the classroom by the teacher for being distracted and doodling in books.
Having been forced to stand all morning and being pointed at by his classmates, Zhou Xingxing's tense nerves were on the verge of breaking out.
During class, he angrily kicked his classmates who were mocking him. The dean happened to see him, so he hung up a sign reading "One Star Every Week" and stood in the middle of the playground for all the teachers and students in the school to watch.
Standing in the corridor in the morning and on the playground in the afternoon, Zhou Xingxing was praised as the "Standing God of Edinburgh Secondary School" for only two days after entering school, and his status was unshakable.
When he got home from school and opened the day's homework again, the number one killer of the Flying Tigers was sweating profusely and he had already seen himself tomorrow.
Be consistent and continue to stand.
Being punished by standing still is not terrible. Zhou Xingxing would rather be punished by being punished by standing still than going into the classroom and suffering. However, he went to school to be tortured to investigate the case. How could the case be unfolded if he couldn't even enter the classroom.
For a moment, Zhou Xingxing was at a loss and planned to go back to the police station and ask his boss to look for someone else. He really couldn't go to school.
Just when he picked up the mobile phone, he suddenly thought of the beautiful female teacher He Min and hesitated again.
"Axing, why are you so listless all day long and why are you being bullied at school again?"
Liao Wenjie, who was coming home from get off work, couldn't help but joke. He didn't mean anything, he just thought it was interesting.
"Xiudou, who dares to flatter me?"
Zhou Xingxing rolled his eyes at Liao Wenjie: "Uncle Shida told me what happened last night. Now that you know it, you should call me Brother Xing or Sir Zhou when no one is around. Young people, the order of seniority cannot be messed up. This principle
Don't ask me to teach you."
"Okay, Sir Zhou."
Liao Wenjie nodded, turned around and walked into his room.
"Wait a minute, Ajie, Uncle Da said you are a top student, is it true?"
Zhou Xingxing was worried about how to finish his homework. Looking at Liao Wenjie's back, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly called out to him.
"Not really. I just know a bit of astronomy, a bit of geography, a bit of mathematics and physics, a few foreign languages, and biochemistry..."
Liao Wenjie shook his head slightly, feeling ashamed to say that although he was also a bad student, he traveled through time well, inherited the knowledge base of a top student in this life, and knew a little bit about everything.
"Really or not, then help me see if these homework can be done?" Zhou Xingxing's eyes lit up and he invited Liao Wenjie back to the coffee table in the living room.
"Sir Zhou, did you take it by mistake? Is this homework for primary school students?"
"Ajie, it's wrong to brag." Zhou Xingxing laughed and used the provocation method.
"It doesn't matter, just think of me as bragging."
After saying that, Liao Wenjie turned around and walked towards his room without looking back.
As soon as the figure flashed, Zhou Xingxing blocked the door and said with a big hand: "Liao Wenjie, as a Hong Kong police officer, I require you to unconditionally cooperate with this police operation... help me with my homework."
"Sir Zhou, do you think I'm scared?"
Liao Wenjie smiled disdainfully, slapped Zhou Xingxing's hand away, and walked around him.
"Brother Jie, I was too arrogant just now. I am guilty and I admit my mistake."
If the hard one is not enough, then the soft one will be used. Zhou Xingxing grabbed Liao Wenjie, with tears in his eyes: "For the sake of us being relatives and all handsome boys, please give me a hand. I promise, this is just this one time, and it won't be the same again."
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"Sir Zhou, please don't shout randomly. You can't mess up the order of elders and younger ones. You taught me this principle."
"Brother Jie, it's my lard that has deceived your heart. You don't remember the faults of villains. Please help Xingzi!"
"Axing, as a human being, the most important thing is to keep your word. If you say something out loud, you must be responsible for the spilled water."
Liao Wenjie shook his head coldly and snorted disdainfully: "After you finish speaking with your front foot, you want to take your back foot back. If you do this, it will be difficult for me to do it!"