I Became the Academy's Disabled Student - Chapter 335: Pat pat

My surname is Wu, and everyone calls me Little Wu.I've seen those Mobile Battle Armors deep underground that surpass human imagination,and I've also witnessed someone in the asteroid belt of space punch a star to pieces with a single Fist.Buddy, listen up, here are some of my fight insights:When fighting the Dragon Clan, don't listen to what they say, just keep hitting them until they're dead;Dealing with fairies is a bit tricky, it's best not to let them see you, and to take sneaky shots;When it comes to orcs, there are two words for it, wrestling naked!If a Devil is looking for trouble, just desperately twist its horns, and it's bound to kneel;Alright, I'm off to fight in a bar now, more detailed content when I get back.

Being able to learn any skill immediately, and just by raising its proficiency, stand at the summit.

He is the World Chef Association Honorary Chairman, having the title of the World Chef God.

He is the greatest composer, pianist, and conductor after Beethoven and Mozart.

He also has the title of Underground Racing King, Fist King, Gambling King, Giant of the Stock Exchange Market, Arm of the Industries and King of the Skies.

He who has a miraculous learning ability and can stand at the apex of all things if he so wishes for it, the Omni Genius.

- Description from Novelupdates

Past life, her spirit root was dug out from her body. She had wholeheartedly dedicated herself to the just path, but she was sentenced as an evil demonic cultivator.

Returning back to her juvenile years, she turns the tide. Against natural order, she had been reborn. Those who had deceived and humiliated her, she would return it to them a hundredfold with additional thanks.

Studying her own blood vessels, she recasts the best quality spirit roots. She destroys those rascal clansmen and returned home with glory!

The rules of the world do not hold her down; this time around she kills through the righteous path.

He is the universally admired spirit emperor, high above others, cold, proud and aloof. But every night he sneaks into her room and takes liberties. “Little runt, won’t you think it over?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“You can choose from giving birth once or giving birth twice.”

“Why must I?!”

“Because you stole my heart.”

In the original lines of the novel, I was a villainess—used as a political tool by my father and older brother—who ended up dying at the hands of my future husband.