After binding with the rich school beauty, I became a martial god by lying flat

"Why, you care about me so soon?" Zhao Yue winked at Chen Ping playfully.

Chen Ping said helplessly: "I mean if you have to pay a high price to use your talent, don't use it lightly."

"The talent of time reversal has a big limitation, which is that it can only change the future once. The greater the limitation of the talent, the lower the cost of using it. The cost of using it once is that I will lose a hair."

Zhao Yue pointed to her full head of hair, "Don't worry, I'm not old enough to lose my hair yet, and I still have a lot of hair."

"Are you kidding?"

Zhao Yue's expression became serious: "I won't joke with you about this."

"But you have to remember one thing, because you can keep the memory of reversal, under the influence of your subconscious mind, once time goes back, you will definitely change the future."

"So you only have one chance to start over, even if you will die, you must find a way to break the situation before you die, otherwise it will still be a dead end."

Zhao Yue grabbed Chen Ping's hand and put a small metal wristband on his wrist.

"This is a mental communication device. You can communicate with me through it, but you can't be more than a hundred meters away from me, otherwise it will fail."

"Okay, we should go." Zhao Yue led the two to the classroom.

"Are you also a freshman?" Chen Ping asked.

"I'm a sophomore, but I asked for leave from the teacher today." Zhao Yue smiled slightly, revealing a dimple.

"You don't have to worry about time conflicts in the future. I have accumulated enough credits to be promoted to the third year. After all, my talent makes me particularly good at taking exams."

Chen Ping then realized that if time travel is used in exams...

Fuck, isn't this equivalent to an open-book exam?

If he had this talent when he first came here, he wouldn't have to give up literature and martial arts!

On the way, Xu Qingli walked to Chen Ping and said with a guilty tone: "I'm sorry, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have given up literature and turned to martial arts, and ended up being targeted by the aristocratic family as the son of destiny."

After thinking for a long time, Xu Qingli came to a conclusion that Chen Ping could not be the son of destiny at all. If he was, he should have appeared in the previous life and ended the rule of the aristocratic family.

It was just because she gave up literature and turned to martial arts in this life that a series of chain reactions occurred.

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "This has nothing to do with you. Whether I am the son of destiny or not, all this is my own choice."

When several people came to the classroom, Chen Ping was shocked by the classroom in front of him, which looked like a large hall.

It was densely packed with people. At a glance, there must be at least thousands of people!

"Are you surprised? Some of them are repeaters who don't have enough credits or didn't pass the exam, some are recommended students who were directly admitted by Beijing Wuda, and the rest are students who passed the martial arts exam this year."

In a classroom that can accommodate a thousand people, a teacher is fiddling with a huge machine on the central podium, and there is a huge screen on the machine.

Soon, under the control of the teacher, the machine made a roar.

"Okay, the debugging is complete."

As the machine started successfully, the teacher began to say some polite words such as welcoming all the new students, and soon mentioned the entrance examination.

"There are some changes in this year's entrance examination. It is no longer necessary to defeat the afterimage, but to withstand or avoid the attack of the afterimage."

"All candidates must not give up the entrance examination. Those who give up will be treated as expelled!"

Then the teacher began to read the students' names.

"Ma San."

"Here!"

A student with a horse face ran to the teacher excitedly.

"Enter the machine and start your entrance examination."

The horse-faced student looked at the dark entrance of the machine with a hesitant look.

"Don't waste time, there are more than a thousand students waiting behind you!"

"I'll give you three seconds. If you don't get in, you will fail and 5 points will be deducted from your credits."

Hearing this, the horse-faced student's face changed, and he had to grit his teeth and rush into the machine.

Not long after, a miserable cry came out, and the horse-faced student ran out from the other end of the machine, covering his broken arm with his hands. He looked very terrified, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

"Pass the exam and get 5 credits."

The teacher directly added 5 credits to the column of the horse-faced student.

"The previous entrance exam wasn't so scary, right? I remember it was just challenging a residual image, which was not difficult."

"Look at this wound that was cut off at the shoulder. If he had dodged a little later, it would not be his hand that was cut off, but his head."

"Something is wrong with this year's entrance exam!"

Suddenly, the students sitting in the front row screamed in surprise, and several students even began to vomit.

Chen Ping's eyes condensed and saw the teacher put a headless corpseAfter being dragged out, a trace of anger inexplicably surged in his heart.

Do these aristocratic families like to treat human lives as a joke?

"Don't they want to harm me? Why don't they let other students go?"

Zhao Yue sneered and said, "They are doing a full show. Because you are now famous and you are the disciple of Xu Tianyuan, the martial god, they are worried that it will be too obvious if you die alone, which will cause an uproar in public opinion and revenge from Xu Tianyuan, so they arranged a few cannon fodder to go first, and the students behind should be fine."

"Is this also from their aristocratic family?"

"All aristocratic families will raise some retainers and dead soldiers to charge into battle. The ones in front are the descendants of the retainers and dead soldiers they raise."

Chen Ping looked at the corpse being carried away and had a deeper understanding of the fierceness and cruelty of the aristocratic family.

The fact is just as Zhao Yue said. Except for the casualties of the first few students, all the students behind walked out of the machine safely.

Looking at their confident expressions, it is obvious that they have been prepared.

"Next, Chen Ping!"

Just when Chen Ping's name was read, Li Chun suddenly appeared and grabbed Chen Ping.

"Chen Ping, don't go. I received news that the school has greatly increased the difficulty of your exam. You must dodge five attacks from the afterimage!"

"And the attacks are more powerful each time! The last attack can even kill a sixth-level monster with one blow!"

"Isn't it just that you will be expelled if you give up? Life is more important than anything else. If you lose your life, you lose everything!"

After listening to Li Chun's persuasion, Chen Ping smiled and said, "How do you know it won't work if you don't try?"

"But your SSS-level talent sacrifice requires killing to become stronger. Without killing, you don't have this talent. How can you pass it?"

Chen Ping smiled slightly: "Uncle Li, believe me, I have a way to pass it."

Hearing this, Li Chun sighed: "Okay, if you feel you can't hold on, give up the exam immediately. Life is the most important."

"Is Chen Ping here?"

In the worried eyes of Xu Qingli and Zhao Yue, Chen Ping stood up and shouted: "Here!"

"Since you're here, why don't you come up to take the entrance exam?"