Class 7, Grade 3, the first class in the afternoon.

"Gudong."

Han Dong swallowed quietly and spread out the Chinese textbook on the table. But all his thoughts were focused on his body, and he felt worried.

"That trace of gray-white air flow entered my body?"

"By the heavens, I have just been reborn, should I die young at this young age?"

Han Dong pursed his lips secretly.

What a pity!

What exactly is the gray air flow?

Han Dong held a black carbon pen in his right palm, and sometimes pinched his thigh with his left hand, sometimes touching his belly, for fear that he would suddenly mutate and become a monster... or die suddenly on the spot.

"Huh."

"The body is the same as before."

Han Dong rubbed it for a while, nodded secretly, and breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most worried about was the irreversible damage caused by the gray air flow to his body.

"Well."

Han Dong squinted his eyes, his thoughts racing: "Since my rebirth, no other strange phenomena have happened to me. This gray-white air flow can only appear under certain conditions."

Obviously, this copper coin is the so-called specific condition.

Snap.

Han Dong pulled out the cap of the black carbon pen and put it on gently. His sharp mind began to spin rapidly, thinking about the current situation.

This trace of gray air is the mysterious thing contained in the copper coin.

He has the mysterious ability to suck in the gray air flow. As for the function of the gray air flow, it is not clear yet.

He only felt that he seemed to be more energetic, full of energy, and his physical strength had reached its peak state.

"But."

"This copper coin contains a hint of gray-white airflow. Is it because of the copper-iron substance? Or is it because it has been passed down for hundreds of years, or for other reasons? I just asked Gu Yuanliang for another copper coin, and there is no longer a gray-white airflow in it... and I can be sure that the copper coin is the same as before.

.”

all in all.

This gray air flow is definitely not the substance in the copper coin, but a mysterious energy, the mysterious energy contained inside the copper coin!

Jingle Bell.

The ringing of the get out of class bell woke Han Dong up, and made him quickly sort out his thoughts and sort out two points that needed to be clarified urgently.

First, whether other similar copper coins also contain gray air flow.

Second, the role of gray air flow.

But he didn't notice... The Chinese teacher on the podium glanced at him reproachfully, then without saying a word, he shook his head and left the classroom.

Notice.

Standing on the podium, you can easily observe the entire classroom.

During this class, Han Dong was distracted throughout the whole class and did not study seriously at all... The Chinese teacher could see it clearly, but her grades in Han Dong's school were relatively good, so she didn't want to scold Han Dong in front of her classmates.

after awhile.

Sun Hui, a martial arts student in the last row by the window, rubbed his head. He had just fallen asleep and his burgundy hair was a little messy, but he was too lazy to tidy it up. He stood up and shouted: "Han Dong, it's time to go.

"

"I almost forgot."

Han Dong stood up in a hurry and signaled Gu Yuanliang to give way... His mind was filled with thoughts of gray air currents and copper coins, and he almost forgot that he had to go to the martial arts test in the afternoon!

after all.

The gray-white air flow was really too mysterious, making him a little confused.

Sun Hui walked to the third row and couldn't help but laugh: "I think you are crazy about studying, so you can forget this."

It's a little quiet around here.

All the classmates, including Gu Yuanliang... did not expect that Han Dong, a good student, would be so familiar with Sun Hui and seemed to have a good relationship.

"Thank you for reminding me." Han Dong smiled.

"Hey! Just say how you want to thank me. There's no point in saying this. There's a new Malatang restaurant opened at the back door of the school, hehe..." Sun Hui hammered Han Dong's shoulder and said happily.

Han Dong's face changed slightly, and he refused without mercy: "No Malatang!"

Although he is a reborn person, his integrity and so on... have been shattered in the university, but he is still a pure child, how can he accept a shameful deal like Malatang?

The head can be cut off, the blood can bleed, but Malatang cannot be eaten! At least not with Sun Hui!

Sun Hui didn't think too much. He put his arm around Han Dong's shoulders and walked out of the classroom: "No, no, no, you have to!"

He left side by side with Han Dong.

…

Opposite the senior high school teaching building and on the other side of the green playground is the fitness activity building.

Han Dong and Sun Hui walked side by side and walked into the building. As soon as they entered the building, they were in a wide main hall. There was a half-open door on the left side, and the voices of the martial arts students inside could be clearly heard.

"go in."

Sun Hui whispered: "This is the practice time for our senior martial arts students. There are about seventy or eighty martial arts students, and some of them have good academic performance."

Said.

They opened the door and walked in.

Han Dong followed Sun Hui and took a look at the martial arts practice area inside the door.

What comes into view is a circular arena, which is obviously used for martial arts competitions. And around the arena is a flat cement floor, which seems a bit rough... About dozens of martial arts students gathered on the other side of the arena, and Han

They are separated by an arena.

"Ahem."

An old man with gray hair was leaning on the edge of the ring with his back to Han Dong.

Sun Hui patted Han Dong on the shoulder and said in a low voice: "You wait here first, I will talk to Mr. Ning."

"good."

Han Dongdao.

At this moment, Han Dong, who was originally a little nervous and apprehensive, turned out to be extremely calm. First he experienced rebirth, and then encountered the gray air flow, which was a refinement of his state of mind.

Creak.

The door next to Han Dong was suddenly pushed open, and there were two or three martial arts students carrying schoolbags, chatting quietly with each other... They glanced at Han Dong, looking very unfamiliar, and looked at him curiously, and then walked around

Go to the arena and walk to the gathering queue.

At this time - "Han Dong!"

Sun Hui said a few words to the white-haired old man, and waved to Han Dong from across the ring, motioning for him to come over.

Han Dong felt happy and hurriedly walked around the ring.

…

The other side of the arena.

The eyes of dozens of martial arts students focused on Han Dong, either curiously or looking at the excitement... After hearing Sun Hui's request, they inevitably had various emotions in their hearts.

A senior high school student wants to practice martial arts? Want to test whether he can practice martial arts?

A martial arts student squinted his eyes and whispered: "Which class is this Han Dong from? He is very brave."

"Not sure."

"Sun Hui is from Class 7, and I guess Han Dong is also a student from Class 7."

Some martial arts students looked at it with interest.

"Hmph!" One of the burly boys with short hair snorted. He chewed gum happily, shook his head and sneered: "There are still ninety-nine days before the college entrance examination. What does he want to do to test martial arts at this time?"

"He thinks martial arts is easy to practice?"

"It's impossible for him to complete the basic test moves... These good students are really stupid in their studies and think they can do anything."

The short-haired boy shook his head and was not optimistic about Han Dong.

But some martial arts students chuckled and said: "To be honest, we are very impressed by being able to come here to take the test. Student Han Dong's courage is worthy of praise."

The short-haired boy said disdainfully: "Martial arts levels are divided into nine levels. Only those who are above level seven can be admitted to the university! There are still more than ninety days until the college entrance examination. No matter how good his foundation is, he is only at level eight."

Want to use martial arts to increase your chances of getting into college? It's simply wishful thinking.

Bada.
To be continued...