Yang Fan opened his eyes and saw that there were cars flying in the sky, and there were more than one.

The trajectory looks messy, either gliding or diving, and some are even walking 8 words, speeding at lightning but doing their own ways, as fast as lightning, but without any out-of-control collision.

"Damn, it seems that I'm really drunk. I'm dreaming, and even the cars are starting to fly in the sky."

"Well, I'm fine if I dreamed. If I dreamed, I'm finally able to fall asleep!"

Yang Fan turned over and continued to sleep in a different position. After five days and five nights of insomnia, he never felt that sleeping was such a happy thing.

So fragrant, so sweet, so satisfying!

So, wine is such a good thing. He should have thought of using this method to help him sleep early. Even if he drinks to death or vomits to death, it is worth it.

"You turned over and your body coordination has improved, and your physical fitness has recovered +1."

In a trance, a gentle but slightly mechanical strange voice came to his ear. Yang Fan frowned and replied vaguely: "Don't make a fuss! Go to bed!"

The surroundings became quiet in an instant. Yang Fanba slapped his mouth twice, and saliva began to flow from the corners of his mouth, and he was sleeping soundly.

An hour later, a strange voice rang again.

"You sleep for an hour in a row, your mental strength will be restored, and your physical strength will be restored +1."

"You have sun exposure for an hour, and your radiation protection ability is enhanced, photosynthesis +1, and psionic energy +1."

"You breathe miasma for an hour, your lung capacity increases, and your poison resistance +1."

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Yang Fan slept so hard that he completely ignored the nagging sounds coming from time to time in his ears.

He was so tired that his insomnia experience of five days and five nights tortured him to the point of jumping off the building to relieve himself. Now he finally fell asleep by drinking, so he wanted to keep sleeping like this, and it would be better not to wake up.

Even if he dies, he will die in the bed.

"Yang Fan! Yang Fan! Are you okay? Wake up! Wake up!"

"It doesn't seem like he's poisoned. This guy isn't asleep, right? Listen to the snoring."

"Is it good to have a brain? Yang Fan is a waste, but he is not stupid. Now he is in a mock exam and is in the wild. He doesn't even wear a radiation-proof jacket. Sleeping here, are you looking for death?"

"Looking at the scars on the back of his head, he was obviously knocked out and threw them here. Who has such a big grudge against him? He didn't count on knocking him out, and even stripped his protective suit. Isn't this wanting Yang Fan's life?"

A group of young men wearing uniform protective clothing surrounded Yang Fan and chattered, but none of them were willing to lend a helping hand to him, and they were too lazy to even send a signal to the invigilator for him to ask for help.

"Okay, okay, just a waste, it's better to die. Let's continue to evaluate. Don't affect everyone's performance because of a waste!"

Soon, the crowd dispersed and Yang Fan's side returned to quiet.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Yang Fan turned over again and slept more soundly, and his saliva flowed all over the floor, but he didn't notice it at all.

"You turned over and your body coordination has improved, and your physical fitness has recovered +1."

In the air 1, a 100-meter high, deep in the white clouds, the cloud-led airship was suspended in the air, and in the monitoring hall in the central area, Huang Zhong, the head teacher of Class 29, Grade 3, frowned and looked at Yang Fan sleeping.

Breathe evenly, the heartbeat 65 times per minute, the qi and blood intensity is 86, and all vital signs are normal.

It seems that there is no problem, but who can explain how a mere second-level martial artist can resist the third-level radiation and second-level miasma below?

"This kid is interesting!"

Next to him, Gao Xiangyang, the head teacher of Class 28, Grade 3, looked at the surveillance footage about Yang Fan with great interest and said, "As soon as I entered the venue, I was beaten up by someone, took off my mask, took off my clothes, and was exposed in the wild. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

Gao Xiangyang shook his head, "If an ordinary person was thrown into the wild like this, he would die of heart and lung failure in half an hour. But this kid had nothing to do with it for an hour and he even slept. He really regarded this place as his bedroom. He slept so well that he made me a little sleepy."

As he said that, Gao Xiangyang deliberately raised his arms and stretched his arms, and yawned.

"Teacher Huang," Gao Xiangyang put down his arms, turned his head to look at Huang Zhong beside him, and said with a look of your gains, "I really want to congratulate you. This kid is talented at first glance. Maybe there is some special hidden bloodline in his body, a dust-covered pearl!"

Huang Zhong's mouth twitched, and he felt the urge to raise his hand and slap the guy in front of him to death.

Who doesn’t know that Yang Fan is a famous martial arts waste. He is only a second-level martial arts student at the age of sixteen, and his cultivation ability is not even as good as that of some genius children in the sixth grade of elementary school. He is a shame for their 39th grade of high school and even the entire South China Martial Arts School.

Such a student is not only dragging his legs but also dragging his legs in his class. If the federal twelve years of compulsory education were not violated, Huang Zhong would have kicked his grandson out of school.

"If Teacher Xiangyang thinks he is a treasure, even if he takes it away, I, Lao Huang, will never say a word."

Huang Zhong grabbed Gao Xiangyang's arm and pulled him to his desk, "Come on, Teacher Gao, don't be polite to me. There is a student transfer application in my drawer. As long as you nod, my old Huang will sign immediately, and you will never be vague!"

Gao Xiangyang's figure was shocked, and he used a move to remove the armor from the king. He easily threw Huang Zhong away. At the same time, he shook his head and waved his hand and said, "Just kidding, Teacher Huang, don't take it seriously. After all, a gentleman does not take advantage of others. I, Lao Gao, can't afford such a good baby. Teacher Huang, please keep it yourself."

Just kidding, Yang Fan is a famous crane, and he has always occupied the last throne of the grade for three years in high school. Class 28 wants to compete for the top ten excellent classes in the grade. How could he accept him?

"Really don't want it?" Huang Zhong didn't give up and said temptingly: "Special bloodline, even nuclear radiation can be immune. Only the second level of the martial artist has resistance equivalent to the level of the martial artist. With a little training, it may be the next Chu Feiyun. Teacher Gao is really not moved?"

Seeing that Huang Zhong seemed to want to rely on him, Gao Xiangyang quickly took two steps back, and set aside a distance from Huang Zhong, and said righteously: "Teacher Huang doesn't have to say anything more. I still say the same thing. A gentleman does not win the favors of others. Even though Yang Fan is a golden bloodline, he is also a student in your Teacher Huang's class. Gao will never be moved at all."

Huang Zhong curled his lips and cursed with contempt in his heart, "Courage guy!"

Then, Huang Zhong turned his gaze to Yang Fan, who was still sleeping soundly on the screen, feeling kind-hearted.

Such a useless man, let alone the golden bloodline, even the legendary god-level bloodline, does not have any talent for martial arts cultivation, and is of use to it?

Moreover, being able to resist radiation and miasma may not be a special bloodline, it may also be genetic mutations or some special medicines that have been taken before. In short, dog meat is still dog meat, and waste food is still waste food and cannot be put on the table.

"Oh, it seems that Class 29 will be at the bottom of this mock exam again."

"Fortunately, there is only one month left. Once the college entrance examination is over, I will be completely relieved! Finally, I don't have to roll my eyes on the last class in the grade!"
Chapter completed!