MTL - I Really Want To Go Against The Sky-Chapter 1 Waste wood Yang Fan

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

The trajectory looks messy, or gliding, or dive, and some even go 8 words, but the sprints are all the same, but if there is lightning, there is no runaway collision.

"Nima, it seems that I am really drunk, I started to dream, and even the cars started to fly in the sky."

"Well, dreaming is good, dreaming shows that I can finally fall asleep!"

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

So sweet, so sweet, so enjoyable!

Therefore, wine is really a good thing. He should have thought of using this method to help him sleep soon. Even if he died, he spit it out. It is worth it.

"You turned over, the body coordination improved, and physical recovery +1."

In the meantime, a gentle but slightly mechanical strange female voice came from the ear. Yang Fan frowned and returned with a vague saying: "Don't make trouble! Sleep!"

The surrounding moments were quiet, and Yang Fanba slammed his mouth and his mouth began to drool and slept very well.

An hour later, the strange voice rang again.

"You have been sleeping for an hour, your mental strength has recovered, and your fitness has recovered +1."

“You have been exposed to the sun for an hour, the radiation protection has been strengthened, photosynthesis +1, psionic +1.”

"You have been breathing your breath for an hour, your lung capacity has increased, and your toxicity is +1."

Huh!

Yang Fan slept, completely ignoring the groaning from time to time.

He is really tired, five days and five nights of insomnia experience, tortured him several times to want to jump off the building, now it is hard to fall asleep by wine, he wants to sleep all the time, it is best not to wake up forever. Come.

Even if he died, he would die in bed.

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

"It's not like poisoning, this guy won't fall asleep, you listen to this grunt."

"Long mind is good? Yang Fan is not a waste, but it is not a lack of heart, but now in the mock exam, and in the wild, he did not wear a radiation-proof jacket, sleep here, find death."

"Looking at the scar on his head, it was obviously thrown here after being stunned. Who has such a big hatred with him, stunned people, and peeled off his protective clothing. This is not what you want. What is the life of Yang Fan?"

A group of young people wearing uniform uniforms were surrounded by Yang Fan, but they were not willing to lend a helping hand to him. Even the signal for asking for help from the invigilator was too lazy to do.

"I have done it, a waste, and it’s better to die. Let’s continue to check it out. Don’t affect everyone’s achievements because of a waste!”

Soon, the crowd dissipated and Yang Fan’s side was restored to silence.

Huh!

Yang Fan turned over again, slept more fragrant, and the saliva flowed to the ground, but he did not know.

"You turned over, the body coordination improved, and physical recovery +1."

In the high altitude of the kilometer, deep in the white clouds, the Yunling I-type airship is suspended and suspended. The monitoring hall in the central area, the class teacher of the third grade of the third grade, Huang Zhong, turned his eyebrows and looked at the sleeping Yang Fan.

Breathing evenly, heart rate 65 times per minute, blood intensity 86, vital signs are normal.

It seems that there is no problem, but who can explain, how can a student of a martial arts level in his district resist the following three levels of radiation and secondary suffocation?

"This kid is a bit interesting!"

Next, Gao Xiangyang, the class teacher of the 28th class of the third grade, looked at the monitoring picture about Yang Fan with great interest. He said: "On the first admission, he was blacked out, picked up the mask, smashed the clothes, and the whole exposed in the wild. Hey, how much hatred this has to be, it is going to force people to die."

Gao Xiangyang shook his head and shook his head. "If an ordinary person is thrown into the wild like this, it will take half an hour to die from heart and lung failure. But this kid, it’s been an hour, but he didn’t have a fart, he slept. Got it, I really took it here as his bedroom, and I slept that smell, and I saw that I was a little sleepy."

Said, Gao Xiangyang also deliberately raised his arms and stretched and yawned.

"Mr. Huang," Gao Xiangyang put down his arms and turned his head to look at the yellow bell on the side of his eyes. A pair of expressions that you earned a lot: "I really want to congratulate you. This kid is a gift of talent, maybe the body What special hidden blood is a dusty treasure!"

Huang Zhongzui’s mouth was pumping, and there was an urge to raise his hand and slap the slap in front of him.

The entire South China Military Academy, who does not know that Yang Fan is a famous martial arts firewood, 16 years old, only Wushu two, repaired as a talent even less than the sixth grade primary school children, they are high three twenty-nine The class and even the shame of the entire South China military school.

Such a student in his class, in addition to dragging his legs or dragging his legs, if the federal 12-year compulsory education can not be violated, Huang Zhong has already taken this grandson out of school.

"If Xiangyang teacher thinks that he is a baby, even if he takes it away, my old Huang will never say half a word."

Huang Zhong grabbed Gao Xiangyang’s arm and pulled him to his desk. “Come and come, Gao teacher, don’t be polite to me. I have a student in the drawer to apply for a shift, as long as you nod, I signed the old Huang Lima, absolutely unambiguous!"

Gao Xiangyang's body shape shocked, so that a tyrant overlord unloaded, easily opened the yellow bell, and shook his head and waved: "Jokes, Huang teacher can not take it seriously, after all, the gentleman does not take people well ~ www.novelbuddy .com~ This is a good baby, but I can’t afford it, or Mr. Huang, you keep it yourself.”

Just kidding, Yang Fan is a famous crane, but the high-end three years have always occupied the top-ranking throne of the grade. Their 28th class still wants to hit the top class of the top ten. How is it possible? Will you accept him?

"Really not?" Huang Zhong did not give up, tempted to say: "Special blood, ah, even nuclear radiation can be immune, only Wushu level has the equivalent of the level of the martial arts resistance, a little adjustment may be the next A Chu Feiyun, Gao teacher really does not heart?"

Seeing that Huang Zhong seems to want to rely on him, Gao Xiangyang quickly stepped back two steps and opened a distance with Huang Zhongyu. Yizheng said: "Mr. Huang does not have to say any more, I am still saying that the gentleman is not good, Yang Fan Even if it is the golden blood, it is also the student in your teacher's class. Gao will never be half-hearted."

Huang Zhongyi licked his mouth and groaned in disbelief.

Then, Huang Zhong looked at the Yang Fan, who was still sleeping on the screen, feeling good.

This kind of waste wood, let alone the golden blood, even if it is the legendary god-level blood, there is no martial arts cultivation talent, and there is a hair?

Moreover, being able to resist radiation and suffocation is not necessarily a special blood pulse. It may also be genetic variation or any special medicine taken before. In short, dog meat is still dog meat, and waste wood is still waste wood, and it is impossible to get on the countertop.

"Oh, it seems that this time the simulation test, the twenty-ninth class has to bottom out."

"Fortunately, there is only one month left. When the college entrance examination is over, Laozi is completely relieved! Finally, there is no need to be in the last class of the grades."

Huang Zhong’s eyes were a little wet and excited.