Mary Taylor
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In the multipurpose hall of No. 1 High School. While Fang Ping racked his mind for ways to earn money and increase his Mentality, Wang Jinyang explained how the martial sciences examinations worked. ... At the same time. Lakeview Gardens. Block 6, Unit 201. A man in his forties said good-naturedly, “Sister, you can relax. I promise not to damage any of your furniture. “If any of them gets damaged somehow, you can deduct the loss from my deposit!” Opposite the man stood a…
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While they were chatting, the car arrived at the entrance of No.1 High School. They could see that many people were standing there even from a distance. The one leading them was the Dean of Students. The principal was not in, so the Dean of Students himself came out to welcome Wang Jinyang. They treated him as if he was a minister from the city coming to inspect them. Wang Jinyang was only a freshman, but it was his identity as a martial artist that mattered to the school. At this time last…
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Wu Zhihao and his friends said their goodbyes as they did not have classes in the morning. Seeing that it was still early, Fang Ping did not have much of a mood to go to school early, thus he started walking in the direction of Lakeview Gardens. On his way back, Fang Ping thought about what Wang Jinyang said. Fang Ping had heard about the so-called technique that Wu Zhihao and the rest cared so much about, but he did not pay much attention to them. What was more important to him were the other…
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By the time Wang Jinyang finished talking, they had reached the cafe. Wu Zhihao went to the bar to order some drinks. Nobody fought to pay because the school would cover these expenses anyway. Meanwhile, everyone else found a secluded spot to sit and continued listening to Wang Jinyang. “All these matters related to martial artists are still far from your stage in life. The most important aspect is still your martial sciences exam for now. There’s no point overthinking it.” “The martial…
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9 April, Wednesday. When Fang Ping reached the No.1 High School gates, Wu Zhihao and Liu Ruoqi were already there. Now, they were all waiting for Yang Jian. Standing beside the two of them, was a middle-aged man perched beside a parked seven-seater van. Once Fang Ping arrived, Wu Zhihao quickly introduced him, “Fang Ping, this is Mister Zhang from our school. Mister Zhang will be driving us today...” The middle-aged man was the driver allocated by the school. Fang Ping greeted him briefly…
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It was not Fang Ping’s first encounter with the name, Wang Jinyang. Yang Jian mentioned him on the very day Fang Ping woke up from his transmigration. Then, Chen Fan started talking about him. Then, Wu Zhihao. Now, even his class teacher was talking about him too. The point was, in just a few days, Wang Jinyang’s fame skyrocketed and turned him into a household name although Fang Ping did not know much about him. Wang Jinyang was a student from an average class. With mediocre results, he…
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After a tiring conversation, Fang Ping finally satisfied the young girl. Fang Ping had owed her more debts for that. He did not remember how many good things he had promised the girl. ... The next day, April 8th. Fang Ping was now famous — in Senior Three Class (4) at the least. Wu Zhihao had arrived in school before him. When Wu Zhihao arrived, Zhang Hao and Yang Jian, already bursting with curiosity, came to ask for the details instantly. Old Wu was probably loath to admit to…
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Fang Ping said this with such conviction that the Fang couple had no choice but to believe him. After that, they were first filled with joy, and sadness and even some degree of guiltiness. It was obvious that they had believed Fang Ping’s words, that he really possessed extraordinary talent. However, that also meant he had been held back by them. Once they thought about what would happen if their son was born in a wealthy family... They did not dare to think about it further. While at the…
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In the gym. The number on the screen went up rapidly. As Fang Ping started to huff from exhaustion, the number slowly froze. “113cal!” Wu Zhihao’s face was filled with disbelief. Yes, this small Vitality Measuring Machine in his home had a huge margin of error, but it was only 5cal, give or take! In other words, Fang Ping’s Vitality point was 108 at least and 118cal at most! How was this possible? Wu Zhihao did not intend to hold Fang Ping in disdain, but was this…
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After returning to the classroom and replying to a few of Chen Fan’s questions, he started reading the books he got from Old Teach. He read briefly before his head started to hurt. General studies included boundless knowledge from various fields. The central content was one’s understanding of their own body. As a prospective martial artist, how could one train their body and spirit well if one did not understand the composition of their own body. How many bones were in the human body,…
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