"Martial arts."

"Martial arts?"

Han Dong sat on the seat, frowning and thinking.

He held a black carbon pen and drew crooked trajectories, and drew repeated superimposed circles in the narrow blank space of the test paper.

The so-called martial arts is a way of survival that has been passed down since ancient times. It is the art of killing and war... But Han Dong is a little doubtful that physical strength alone can be of any use?

In terms of current technology.

Just a pistol, a missile, or a speeding car can easily kill a martial artist. Who can withstand a vehicle collision? Who can stop a bullet or even a missile?

etc!

Han Dong was suddenly startled.

The memories of past lives flashed in his mind with terrifying speculations.

“When I was working in my previous life, I often looked at the built-in news window of my browser and saw some bizarre and ridiculous anecdotes. For example, diving into the bottom of the water with bare hands, fighting ferocious crocodiles, or jumping off the top of a tall building...

…I thought it was all fake news to gain attention.”

"After all, there are few words to confirm it on the Internet."

"But since those things can exist, why can't martial arts transcend imagination?"

Han Dong squinted his eyes.

Snap.

He closed the cap of the black carbon pen, pressed his finger on the test paper, and had a lot of thoughts: "As far as high school students are concerned. In high school, they are divided into normal college entrance examination students, art students and martial arts students. This is a doubtful point and also a question of

Proof of the power of martial arts!”

It’s okay to be an art student. After all, talents such as dancing, singing, acting, etc. can indeed be used as a lifelong career and contribute cultural power to the economy and society.

But what is the use of martial arts students?

In other words, what is the use of martial arts? Martial arts is nothing more than physical training. Why can it affect high school students?

Notice.

Students are the foundation of society's future.

Why can martial arts interfere with or even enter the student body and have a huge impact?

Moreover, as a top-notch academic institution, it actually rushes to admit martial arts students with excellent scores in additional tests... It is conceivable that the social status of martial arts students is very high!

This is extremely unreasonable.

Han Dong's heart began to beat rapidly, and he said secretly: "Martial arts cannot enhance the economy, let alone interfere with politics... Since martial arts can have such a status, perhaps practicing martial arts can really have incredible power!"

"Is it true that the joke circulating on the Internet...that one man fights an armored regiment alone is true?"

Han Dong couldn't help but take a breath.

There is hope, there is dawn, there is motivation!

"very good."

"There are still two days of classes today on Thursday...Friday and Saturday. I will go home today to check the relevant information of martial arts students, and then go to the martial arts students' training ground to see if I can join them."

…

During get out of class time.

Han Dong put down his black carbon pen and looked at his deskmate Gu Yuanliang.

As in his memory, Gu Yuanliang's face was a little darkened and his figure was thin. Although he was half a head taller than Han Dong when sitting on the chair, which made him stand out at 1.85 meters tall. His eyes were still bright and clear, but they were a bit

The meaning of complaining.

"Han Dong."

Gu Yuanliang complained: "You didn't help me just now. After all, we have been at the same table for more than a year. You are too cruel."

Han Dong said hurriedly: "I was just thinking about something, and besides what Teacher Jiang asked... I also forgot about it."

Gu Yuanliang complained: "Really...this martial arts theory is only thirty points. What's the point of us ordinary students reciting it? We won't need it in the future. Besides, we are different from martial arts students. Other martial arts students can pass the exam based on their martial arts grades alone."

A good university.”

Han Dong shook his head and said nothing.

He became more and more certain about his guess.

———

The teaching building for the third year of high school is four stories high and is red and white.

When school was over, it was already 9:08 pm. Han Dong stood in front of the teaching building, looking at the brightly lit classrooms... The dark night enveloped him, as well as the bustling senior high school students.

"Senior year of high school."

Han Dong breathed out.

Seeing this teaching building again, he had thousands of words frozen in his heart, but he couldn't express the chaotic mood at this moment.

There is remembrance and regret, but there is also joy and hesitation.

Normally, after being reborn, he should dive headlong into the ocean of study, crazily absorb knowledge from the senior year of high school, and face the college entrance examination ninety-nine days later... But no matter how good his college entrance examination results are, it has no meaning to him.

Han Dong stood silently, hidden under the dark night.

The senior high school students who came and went were all focused on going home, and they didn't notice the strange Han Dong. Even if they did, they just assumed that Han Dong was doing some strange things because he was under too much study pressure.

After a while.

Snap.

Snap.

Han Dong walked quickly out of the school gate along the side of the senior high school teaching building.

There were cars, buses, and bicycles parked at the school gate. Han Dong looked at the busy traffic at the school gate and was startled for a moment, then walked to the left and walked on the very familiar road home.

At this time, a voice came: "Hey, Han Dong."

A strong boy with fluffy textured hair held a cigarette in his mouth, puffed away smoke, squinted his eyes, and said hello to Han Dong.

"Hi."

Han Dong smiled slightly and walked straight over without stopping. He was in a hurry to go home. Besides, he had no impression of the boy. He didn't know the boy's name at all, so he could only smile politely in return.

"Tsk tsk."

The corner of the boy's mouth as he puffed out the smoke twitched unnaturally, and he was obviously stunned for a moment. He took a deep breath of cigarette, and his eyelids twitched: "Is this Han Dong losing his temper? He has the ability to pretend in front of me.

,incredible."

"It's really amazing."

He shook his head and tilted his head to look at Han Dong's back.

"Gao Yang, put out your cigarette for me!" The security guard at the school gate pointed at the boy and shouted loudly. How can you smoke casually at the school gate?

The key is that Gao Yang is also wearing a blue and white school uniform, which is even more conspicuous.

"well."

Gao Yang nodded and threw away the cigarette butt, as if he didn't care.

——

About one kilometer away from Suzhou Senior Experimental High School, along a dim road, there is a narrow, slightly rundown community.

This is Han Dong's home. To be precise, it's just a temporary home.

Because he was in his senior year of high school this year, his parents made the decision to temporarily rent a house near the school. In order to make Han Dong's senior year of high school study easier, at least he would not waste too much time going to and from school.

Snap.

Han Dong felt the darkness, slowed down his steps, and walked into the community.

Fortunately, there were some lights in the community, and the dim lights on the street allowed Han Dong to see clearly.

"Well."

"Although I have only lived here for a year... I clearly remember that there was often a gray motorcycle locked at the door of the unit downstairs."

motorcycle.

Dark gray color, relatively old motorcycle.

Han Dong looked around and found the motorcycle that he remembered deeply. He compared it with the familiar appearance at the door of the unit building and said with a low smile: "Fortunately, this motorcycle is here, otherwise I would really not remember it clearly."

Creak.

Han Dong took out his key, opened the old unit door, walked up the stairs to the fifth floor, and stopped in front of the security door on the left side of the fifth floor.

He was suddenly startled.

"The smell of home."
To be continued...