Yang Fan is not a smart man, at least he thinks so.

    Because compared with his sister''s intelligence evaluation of 85 points, Yang Fan, who only got 55 points, has always had some inferiority complex. Even if this score has exceeded the average intelligence level of 50 points for all mankind, he still doesn''t think he is a smart man.

    However, in order to gain a foothold in South China martial arts school and not give the head teacher and school leaders an excuse to drive him out of the school, he still took all the cultural courses to full marks with his extraordinary perseverance and far more efforts than ordinary people.

    In South China martial arts school, which only pays attention to the cultivation of martial arts, Yang Fan is definitely an alternative.

    He is the only student who can still rely on the average score to force him to stay in South China martial arts school, which is unprecedented.

    Due to the school rules set by the master of South China, even the current president of the martial arts school has no right to dissuade Yang Fan.

    For this reason, Yang Fan was not ignored. The name of the shame of South China even fell on him from the beginning of his high school, but he still insisted, and this persistence was three years.

    There''s no way. Who makes the whole West Chu city belong to the South China martial arts school, and has the most abundant martial arts resources? Who makes him never give up and always want to break his own limit and break the curse that can only stay at the level 2 martial arts disciple in his life?

    As for why he was admitted to South China martial arts school with the cultivation of martial apprentice Level 2, others have long been unable to trace back.

    Only Yang fan can remember that in order to realize his wish to study and cultivate martial arts in South China martial arts school, Yang Chaoqun invited the director of the Enrollment Office to eat high-grade animal meat for half a month, and nearly half of his family''s savings were taken in.

    Therefore, even for Yang''s father and so much money spent by his family, Yang Fan should insist on completing the three years of high school, otherwise, he will lose a lot.

    Hold your head high and enter class 29.

    Several students who had arrived in the class looked up at him unexpectedly.

    Yo! What''s the matter with this guy today? It seems a little different from usual?

    In the past, when Yang Fan entered the classroom, he always walked with his head hooked, just like a small transparent, which could not attract anyone''s attention at all. Which is like today, holding your head high and walking like a tiger, with a calm smile on your face. It gives people the feeling that you are reborn.

    Is this a happy event?

    Someone looked up at Yang Fan suspiciously. Did this guy finally break through the state he had held for ten years? Now he is a martial disciple Level 3?

    The smell hasn''t changed. It doesn''t look like it.

    And even if it breaks through level 3, it''s still a waste wood. There''s no reason to be so happy?

    Many people ignored him after glancing at him. A waste wood destined to be eliminated is not worth their too much effort to observe.

    "Yang Fan! Yang Fan! Come on, come on!"

    In the last row, Ansheng waved to him excitedly. This is Yang Fan''s deskmate, the cultivation level of Wu Tu level 4. Well, the player who is the second from bottom in class 29 is Yang Fan''s only friend in the class.

    The so-called birds of a feather flock together. That''s it. Even beggars hiding on the roadside may have one or two like-minded friends around them.

    This Ansheng, like Yang Fan, was unpopular with other students because of his weak strength, so over time, he got together with Yang Fan and became a pair of friends for fun and warmth.

    "What''s the matter, fat man!"

    Seeing an Sheng, Yang Fan unconsciously thought of the coquettish and extremely narcissistic federal first master level spiritual master he saw in the last few minutes of salvation.

    Don''t mention it. If you look closely, they are really similar. They are all surnamed an, and they are so coquettish.

    Maybe Ansheng doesn''t brag with him at ordinary times. His grandfather may really be that happy.

    "Go and call me fat again. Do you believe me?" Ansheng glared at Yang Fan angrily. "Benshuai is rich, tall, rich and handsome, you know?"

    Glancing away, Yang Fan ignored him, sat down directly in his seat, habitually opened his books and wanted to review the things he learned yesterday.

    "Ah, why didn''t you say anything? Didn''t you look energetic just now? Why did you become a Muggle again?"

    Sure enough, Anson is a nagging guy who is idle for a moment. Even if you don''t ask him some words, he can''t help telling you.

    "In other words, the last one who spoke in the group last night was yourself? It''s good enough, brother. You can blow a cow''s hide so fresh and refined. You''ll dry everyone down at once!"

    An Shengchong Yang Fan stretched out his thumb, which made Zhao Chu, a good man, angry and used the great aphorism. It was definitely not an easy thing.

    "I''m telling the truth, not bragging." Yang Fan calmly replied to him.

    Ansheng''s eyes lit up and he was happy: "I like your serious nonsense. I have a unique style. I''ll come again next time I have a chance!"

    Well, I have nothing in common with this bitch.

    Yang Fan tilted his head and continued to ignore it.

    "If you carefully watch the high school mathematics textbook for one minute, your logical analysis ability will be slightly strengthened and your knowledge experience will be + 1."

    Hearing the familiar prompt sound, Yang Fan stood up from his seat excitedly and startled an Sheng who was looking for words.

    What happened to this guy?

    Suddenly, I got an electric shock. What was the stimulation?

    "Fat man, did you hear anything just now?" Yang Fan suddenly turned to an Sheng.

    Ansheng said discontentedly, "I said, don''t call me fat, call me Ansheng, or give birth to brother."

    "Don''t talk nonsense, answer me quickly!"

    Seeing that Yang Fan seemed worried, Ansheng stopped joking and asked, "there were many voices just now. What kind of voice do you mean?"

    "The sound of system prompt in salvation is similar to Lin Zhi... Oh, it''s similar to Lin Weiwei''s voice."

    An Sheng couldn''t help raising his hand and touching Yang Fan''s forehead. "What do you say in broad daylight? Return Lin Weiwei. Do you see a girl in our class now?"

    "No," an Sheng quickly reacted and looked at Yang Fan with a worried face, "haven''t you fully awakened from yesterday''s virtual scene?"

    "I heard that there are many people with weak spirit and strong sense of substitution. Once they enter a highly realistic virtual game, they will completely lose themselves. They simply can''t distinguish what is virtual reality from what is reality. Shouldn''t you be like this?"

    "Is that so?"

    Lift up the hand as like as two peas, and the voice that Yang Fan heard in his eyes is exactly the same as the system he got in the game.

    Is there really a auditory hallucination?

    "It must be!" an Sheng said cautiously: "Yang Fan, you have begun to have auditory hallucinations, but you can''t take it lightly. You must get psychological counseling from the school doctor. Otherwise, your situation will only become more and more serious in the future, and you won''t have a chance to continue to enter the salvation in a month!"

    "This is not a trivial matter. You should not be careless. You should have heard that this year''s college entrance examination has been linked to salvation. Almost all martial arts examinations should be carried out in salvation. Unless you don''t want to graduate, you must get rid of this virtual game dependence as soon as possible."

    As soon as he heard psychological counseling, Yang Fan unconsciously resisted. He was the most annoying psychologist in his life. Psychological counseling was the most annoying thing.

    "Don''t worry, wait and see." Yang Fan shook his head decisively and said stubbornly, "maybe I was just distracted for a moment and heard wrong. You don''t have to make such a fuss. Everyone knows it."

    "Really?" an Sheng looked at Yang Fan incredulously. "I''m not scaring you. It''s really not a small thing. If you really can''t get rid of the interference brought by virtual games, you can''t participate in this year''s college entrance examination. You can''t take it seriously."

    "Of course, although it''s really the same thing for waste wood like you to participate in or not participate in the college entrance examination, everyone has only one such thing in his life. If he misses it, he will be sorry."

    Yang Fan directly waved and punched him: "roll!"

    Ansheng was relieved instantly. Sure enough, Yang Fan was still that Yang Fan and was not brought to the ditch by the game.

    But then again, those 100% authenticity virtual games are really cheating. Everything is the same as real. People are addicted to them and can''t extricate themselves. It''s really... Great!

    Yang Fan continued to turn the book, but this time he changed his book into a Chinese textbook.

    "If you watch high school Chinese carefully for one minute, your language organization ability will be slightly strengthened, knowledge experience + 1 and writing skills + 1."

    Sure enough, it appeared again!

    But this time Yang Fan didn''t behave too fiercely as he did just now. He looked calm and continued to read.

    He doesn''t want to make this matter known to everyone. The class owner Huang Zhong has always wanted to find a suitable opportunity to drive him out of class 29 of senior three. If Huang Zhong knew that he had a virtual dependence on the game of salvation, he would take this as an excuse to completely break his desire to continue the college entrance examination.

    Ansheng is right. Although whether he participates in the college entrance examination or not, the results are like a bear and will certainly fall out of the sun, after all, this is a rare experience in his life. Even if he knows he will fail, he doesn''t want to give up.

    This is his right, and no one can impose interference.

    Huang Zhong doesn''t give him a good face. Yang Fan doesn''t think it''s necessary for him to give Huang Zhong any convenience. He just wants to stay here, stand on the last post and disgust the dog eyed head teacher.

    Disgusting others, happy yourself.

    This is standard for patients with narrow eyes.

    Yang Fan seems to have gone farther and farther on this road of no return, and he is still walking very hi Bo.

    "If you watch high school Chinese carefully for one minute, your language organization ability will be slightly strengthened, knowledge experience + 1 and writing skills + 1."

    ……

    "You have watched high school Chinese for ten minutes, and your language organization ability has been slightly strengthened. Knowledge experience + 1, writing skills + 1 and intelligence + 1."

    In an instant, Yang Fan''s mind was clear, and he felt that his thinking and memory seemed to have really changed.

    For a time, Yang Fan began to become a little uncertain. Is it true that what he heard and felt now are all hallucinations?

    Not quite!