In Han Dong's bedroom.

"Rank six to five is considered a threshold."

Han Dong stared at the desktop computer screen and chuckled at the corner of his mouth: "But with the gray air current, forcibly increasing the all-round physical fitness, this threshold is nothing to me."

Notice.

The all-round enhancement of the gray air flow affects not only the muscles, qi and blood, but also the tendons and bones. Therefore, as long as the gray air flow is sufficient, the fifth-grade threshold is not an obstacle at all.

"If you have more than half a month, you will be in the sixth grade."

"It is currently mid-March, and the college entrance examination is in early June. There are still more than seventy days left, so practicing to the fifth level of martial arts should not be a problem."

Han Dong stared at the computer screen, filled with joy.

Getting admitted to an ordinary university is no longer his goal... He wants to get admitted to Chongben University, and he wants to get into Chongben University directly with a fifth-grade martial arts level!

"The urgent matter now is to find as much gray air as possible."

"Let's take a look at today's destination... Suhe City Municipal Museum, you can make an online reservation with just your ID card." Han Dong frowned: "I always thought that museums had to charge fees, but this is actually free.

"

He pondered for a while.

A museum that is free to visit... always feels a bit unreliable, but it is a municipal museum after all, and there should be many historical objects in it.

"never mind."

"ready to go."

Han Dong didn't waste any time. He cleared the table and checked all the browsing history on the browser. Then he got dressed and moved his body a few times.

Ding!

The cell phone placed on the pillow suddenly vibrated.

Han Dong picked it up casually and unlocked the phone screen.

This is a QQ message from 'Zhang Meng': 'Why didn't you reply to me last night... I just finished my math homework. Wow, don't you martial arts students have to do your homework?'

Then he posted a crying emoji of a cat pulling on the quilt.

Han Dong replied: "I forgot about my martial arts practice last night. Martial arts students really don't have to do homework."

kindness.

He nodded secretly and was very satisfied with himself. This sentence was quite standard. It not only explained the reason for the lack of reply last night, but also answered Zhang Meng's question.

send!

He clicked lightly.

After more than ten seconds, Zhang Meng responded with an expression like a cat eating melon: "So good~"

"It's really good." Han Dong said authentically.

After another ten seconds, Zhang Meng responded with a confused expression: "Aren't you tired from practicing martial arts? You really enjoy it."

"I'm not tired, practicing martial arts makes me happy." Han Dong sat on the bed, smiled slightly, looked out the window at the early spring scenery, and replied from the bottom of his heart.

“…”

Zhang Meng replied with half an ellipsis.

She was obviously a little broken, and she didn't expect that Han Dong, who was very friendly in face-to-face communication, would actually be a topic stopper.

How can she talk about this, and force her to talk awkwardly?

Han Dong replied casually, put his phone in his pocket, and opened the bedroom door.

It just so happens.

My mother, Chen Shu, was cleaning the table outside. When she saw Han Dong getting up, she couldn't help but smile and said, "Xiaodong, why do you get up so early? It's Sunday, please sleep more."

Swish.

She asked while wiping the dining table.

"No, sleeping makes me miserable. Only studying can give me happiness." Han Dong said seriously: "And I made an appointment with my classmate to go to his house to review today to improve my study efficiency."

Chen Shu shook her head and smiled: "You kid, go ahead and remember to come back early."

"Yeah."

Han Dong nodded seriously and was about to walk towards the security door.

Snap.

The bedroom door next to her opened slowly, revealing her sister Xiaoqian's round face. She ran towards Han Dong and shouted, "Brother, good evening."

"Ha ha."

Han Dong burst out laughing instantly, his barely disguised serious attitude disappearing on the spot.

"Xiao Qian, it's morning, good morning!" He touched Xiao Qian's little head, and his mood was like the blue sky.

"Oh, but, but..." Xiao Qian bit her finger and tilted her head, feeling a little confused.

"What's wrong?"

Han Dong asked with concern. He put his right arm around Xiao Qian and pinched her little face.

Xiaoqian clasped her fingers, and the clear children's voice filled the living room: "In the morning, in the evening...what's the difference between them? Anyway, they are all the same."

hiss!

Han Dong's face froze and he reluctantly swallowed.

Vaguely, he seemed to feel two murderous glances from his mother behind him.

——

Soho Museum.

Although it is almost noon, there are still many people lining up at the entrance of the grand and heavy museum. On the right is a lush green forest. On the left is the tourist service center, where you can collect tickets.

After Han Dong received the tickets, he lined up quietly.

There was a couple in front of them, chatting with each other, discussing the route to the museum and which area was more suitable for taking pictures. The man was also carrying a SLR camera in his hand.

"this……"

Han Dong's face darkened.

The more he listened, the heavier he became, and his heart was heavy... For example, the woman said: The layout of the antique buildings is suitable for taking photos, and some replicas of cultural relics can be touched with one's own hands.

Damn it!

But he forgot that precious antiques are not allowed to be touched casually, let alone these museums that belong to China's treasures and cultural relics?

Han Dong looked ugly and could only wait in line quietly.

About ten minutes later, he finally passed the entrance of the venue and slowly walked into the venue.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a very spacious venue with pieces of porcelain on display. If you keep walking forward, you can go to the next area.

"Oops!"

Han Dong's face changed slightly, and his heart felt like a stone sinking into the sea.

It is clearly visible that these porcelains basically have square glass shields, and some of the porcelains randomly placed on the table are obviously just replicas and imitations.

Suhe Museum.

Han Dong's face was dark and he turned around silently.

finally.

He stopped at the porcelain next to the passage leading to the next area, watching quietly.

Inside the transparent glass shield... there is a lotus leaf-shaped tea cup base, with a smooth and delicate tea cup resting on it, which has a rather ancient and shabby charm. There is a detailed introduction on the glass guard. The matching tea cup base is about

It has a history of three hundred years.

"Eleven strands."

Han Dong swallowed reluctantly and reluctantly put up the glass shield. He wanted to break all the glass here and suck in the gray air.

What a pity.

If only he could be allowed to touch...touch the porcelain! Just touch it!

There are eleven streaks of gray air in this venue, but he can only watch, not touch or suck the gray air!

Snap.

Snap.

Tourists walked lightly past Han Dong and headed to the next area.

There was a long silence.

Han Dong took a deep breath and comforted himself: "This is indeed normal. I am not qualified to touch those precious antiques and these precious cultural relics yet."
To be continued...