Even if you belong to a demonic sect, you still have to bring glory to the country.

Chapter 50 Anyway, I don't have an ID card here.

Guan Zhong understood; a driver's license was required to buy a car.

The cult leader agreed to buy it for him, and he was satisfied anyway.

So after hanging up the phone, he urged Yu Liangliang to go and take the driving test.

Yu Liangliang was dumbfounded: "Brother Zhong, it's not that I don't want you to take the test, but you need to be able to read and answer questions to pass the driver's license test. Can you read now?"

Guan Zhong's world collapsed in an instant.

In ancient times, he was an illiterate brute who had no means of learning.

When Li Sui came later, he did teach them some simple characters, but Guan Zhong was impatient to learn them.

He was a terrible student; he had a natural aversion to studying.

When Guan Zhongren heard that he also needed to be able to read to get a driver's license, he was stunned.

Yu Liangliang was quite open-minded: "But if you're interested, I can take you along. Weaver Girl has also been taking online classes to learn to recognize characters and read pinyin recently. You can learn with her. There's no rush for the driver's license."

Guan Zhong was anxious; he was very anxious.

You used to be able to ride a horse and go, but now you need a driver's license to get on a car.

When Yu Liangliang went to talk about cars, he was so worried that he squatted down at the entrance of the car dealership and pulled out his hair.

To learn or not to learn?

Learning to read is very difficult.

He still remembered decades ago, when his son, a peddler and the only one in his village who could go to school, got along well with him.

After starting school, she came home crying every day.

She told him pitifully, "If you study for three days and still can't recognize two characters, you'll get beaten by the teacher every day."

Back then, recognizing characters also required understanding their meanings. Guan Zhong didn't know the distinction between them; he only knew that recognizing characters was difficult.

Of course, if he knew more, he would understand that he had also encountered a poor student back then...

Before I could even get started, this impression was already formed.

Guan Zhong felt he couldn't learn it, so wouldn't he never be able to drive a car in this world?

I hate it.

Fortunately, the weaver couldn't drive either.

"Awesome! Awesome! Asia has produced another sprinter! He Fei broke the Asian men's 100-meter record at the Asian Championships. Let's remember this name, He Fei!!"

Suddenly, Guan Zhong heard a loud and somewhat irritating sound.

He looked in the direction of the sound and found it was coming from a supermarket next to the car dealership.

Above the cashier's counter at the entrance, there was a television set hanging facing the door. An elderly supermarket owner was leisurely watching TV with his legs crossed, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan.

The video shown above depicts several spirited young men running together.

After looking for a while—why are there still black ones?

Xiacheng is not a city favored by international visitors, and since Li Sui does not live in the city center, he rarely sees foreigners.

Guan Zhonglai hasn't seen a single one in the past two days.

When he saw people with dark skin, his pupils really widened.

How can a person be so dark-skinned?!

The only time you can see his white teeth is when he speaks...

Guan Zhong glanced at the black man on TV, then looked down at his own hands.

He suddenly didn't feel like he was getting darker.

Compared to them, I'm practically glowing white. And why are they keeping playing footage of them running?

The people on TV were very excited; they were all cheering, talking about world records and sprinters...

Guan Zhong was completely confused.

After Yu Liangliang finished her discussion, she came out and saw Guan Zhong, so she called out, "Brother Zhong, let's leave first. We've already ordered the car, and we'll come back to pick it up after we've set up the studio. We still need to prepare some materials..."

Seeing Guan Zhong staring at the supermarket next door, Yu Liangliang glanced over and said, "Oh, that's the Asian Athletics Championships, three years ago. He Fei broke the Asian record back then. Unfortunately, I don't know what happened in the last two years, but he's been in a slump and his performance hasn't improved at all. Compared to his peak, he's nowhere near it."

Hearing the regret in Yu Liangliang's tone, Guan Zhong was puzzled: "What championship? Is it a competition? Like on TV, a running race?"

Seeing that Guan Zhonglian didn't understand this kind of competition, Yu Liangliang was surprised but also explained as usual: "Yes, it's a competitive event, and it's also a grand event that all of humanity in the world will hold together."

"The most prestigious events are these global competitions, but this is just one in Asia. Other continents also have their own competitions. For example, this men's sprint competition is about who can run faster, and the fastest runner can set a world record. He Fei is currently the fastest runner in Asia, but unfortunately, this is his peak achievement."

When it comes to concepts like continents, Guan Zhong is still quite confused.

It was difficult for him to understand.

Just like when I first arrived and learned that there were countless other countries besides China, it was hard to understand.

Even though he knew there were foreign lands beyond the Central Plains, he never imagined there would be so many, or even more countries across the sea…

It turns out that the Central Plains is but a drop in the ocean.

Putting aside these complicated thoughts, Guan Zhong looked at the people competing on TV and said, "They... don't seem fast enough..."

Yu Liangliang couldn't help but laugh when she heard this: "Brother Zhong, you only see it on TV and don't really understand. You'd know if you were there in person. They're like sprinters. They're already among the fastest runners in the world. Even if there are faster ones, they're only two or three seconds faster."

"Do you know what two or three seconds means? Even if you only take one breath, that takes one second. In the time it takes to take two breaths, you might set a brand new record."

“No.” Guan Zhong shook his head: “They are not the fastest. I have a brother who is faster than them.”

Zhang Tian, ​​the head of Xuanwu Hall.

Guan Zhong certainly didn't have any internal energy boosting him.

Even without internal energy, he couldn't outrun these people, since his talent wasn't in running.

If he uses internal force, these people have no chance of outrunning him.

Having come into this world and knowing that they were just ordinary people, Guan Zhong understood the difference between himself and these people.

Just like the cult leader, she doesn't possess internal energy.

Even without using internal energy, Zhang Tian's speed is unmatched by others. Moreover, before the old sect leader captured him, this kid had already made a name for himself and could even outrun warhorses.

Later, after learning kung fu, Zhang Tian focused all his energy on lightness skills.

In the blink of an eye, you will never see Zhang Tian again.

Zhang Tian is also the only person in the martial arts world today who has the ability to escape Guan Zhong's pursuit completely unharmed.

Yu Liangliang took Guan Zhong's words as boasting and shook his head with a laugh: "Impossible, Brother Zhong. If your brother had that kind of ability, he would have been discovered long ago..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yu Liangliang suddenly realized that Guan Zhong came from the mountains.

While the lack of all common sense is absurd, it seems understandable upon reflection.
Yu Liangliang asked curiously, "Brother Zhong, where is your brother now?"

Guan Zhong's expression was complicated: "I don't know, he probably can't come..."

Zhang Tian was the fastest runner; he wouldn't have gotten into any trouble, so naturally he wouldn't have been able to get here.

Then Yu Liangliang heard Guan Zhong say in a muffled voice.

"Anyway, he didn't have an ID card when he came."

Yu Liangliang: "..."

The plot is primarily for entertainment; while some wish-fulfillment elements might be introduced, it will remain logically consistent. Zhang Tian is portrayed as a super-talented player, and there's no instance of him using internal energy to compete.

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