It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

Qinghe Miao closed his eyes to rest, receiving classroom information like a radio.

The system's prompts are clearly displayed in my consciousness:

[After being rigidly analyzed by a teacher with a mediocre understanding of history, who meticulously outlined the iterative development of an ancient country, my proficiency in General History has slightly increased. My current proficiency level is: General History (Master).]

Suddenly, a faint, refreshing sensation entered my mind, as if some previously dusty fragments of memory had been wiped clean and arranged in a more orderly manner.

The underlying connections between different historical events, figures, and systems have become clearer and more discernible.

He subconsciously opened his eyes and looked in surprise toward the podium.

With the experience I had accumulated before, I didn't expect that my proficiency would improve so quickly in less than a year after entering high school.

There must also be reasons for changes in the teaching content and teachers, right?

This one glance, however, caused the history teacher who was speaking fluently on the podium to pause for a moment.

This student, Qing, often keeps his eyes closed during class, looking completely at ease.

But his grades have always been good and quite stable, and many teachers have also heard the rumors.

So most people don't bother with it.

Anyway, even if I try to control him occasionally, he won't listen.

Why did it suddenly open its eyes today?

Did I say something wrong?

Or is there an error in the blackboard writing?

The history teacher pondered for a moment without making a sound, then turned around and quickly scanned the knowledge points he had copied onto the blackboard.

After reviewing my previous statement and confirming that it was correct, I felt a little relieved.

Only when he saw that Qinghe Miao had returned to his usual self did the history teacher finally breathe a sigh of relief and continue the lesson, somewhat bewildered.

What he certainly didn't know was...

Soon after, Qinghe Miao's abilities in "General Literature" and "Scientific Foundations" also broke through the proficiency level in the same way.

With these three core knowledge-based skills taught in modern schools returning to the "mastery" level, they have all been restored.

The "Forgotten" status that had been with him since the beginning of his journey finally vanished in an instant.

Qinghe Miao could clearly feel that he had finally regained the peak state he had in high school in his previous life.

In some aspects, they are even better than before because their abilities are solidified by the system.

This means that, at least in terms of his current studies, he is already quite capable.

Even if I don't attend classes anymore, it shouldn't be a problem for me to get into a bachelor's program based on my overall grades.

"Next, try to reach the 'minor achievement' level, and you might be able to compete for the top score in the university entrance exam?"

The thought flashed through Qinghe Miao's mind, but she immediately dismissed it.

It's not impossible, but it won't be of much use to his future and is of little significance.

After all, if the diploma looks better, it's like you can avoid being slapped by the old master more often.

Knowledge itself is useful.

But he no longer sought to devote himself to his studies.

Time continued to pass, and before we knew it, we were in our second year of high school.

One autumn night, the bell rang to signal the end of evening self-study, and a stream of students eager to get home immediately poured into the teaching building.

Qinghe Miao packed her schoolbag and walked out slowly with the crowd.

This backpack, it feels like a meteor hammer when you carry it, it's really heavy.

The corridor was brightly lit, and the night outside the window was already deep.

As he passed through a corridor where two teaching buildings met, his peripheral vision inadvertently glanced at the shadows of the opposite building.

In a daze, he seemed to see a figure standing quietly between the two teaching buildings opposite him.

The figure blended into the night, its outline blurred, making it difficult for an ordinary person to spot, yet it stirred a feeling within Qinghe Miao.

He seemed to notice that Qinghe Miao was looking at him.

The figure moved slightly and then vanished silently into the darkness, so fast that one wondered if it was an illusion.

Qinghe Miao's expression turned strange, but he didn't stop walking.

I continued downstairs with the crowd without making a sound, but at a fork in the road, I turned onto a route that was not the usual route for high school students leaving school.

The crowd thinned out quickly until he was completely alone. He found a blind spot in the surveillance cameras, deftly pushed open a window, and nimbly climbed out.

It's still hanging outside the window, so I closed the window again.

Then, it landed silently, and after a few leaps, it arrived at the approximate location where it had just glimpsed the figure.

The narrow alley between the two buildings has a cement floor and is littered with discarded building materials and fallen leaves.

No one usually comes here, and now it is completely empty, without a single person or any obvious trace.

However, the moment he focused his attention on sensing, a sudden change occurred!

A large hand, like an iron clamp, emerged without warning from the shadows behind him, its five fingers like hooks, swiftly gripping his shoulder!

[Having been attacked by LV28 shaman Deng Youcai, you are in a slightly abnormal state. A damage test will be conducted. If the test is failed, you will be subjected to suppression and other similar situations.]

Despite being startled, Qinghe Miao remained calm. His shoulder muscles tensed and sank slightly as he tried to release the force, while his feet spun rapidly, attempting to break free from control.

But his opponent was incredibly strong. Once he was pinned down, he couldn't break free completely. Then, he twisted his waist and used his strength to execute a standard over-the-shoulder throw!

With his center of gravity shifted, Qinghe Miao went with the flow, not only not resisting the force of the lateral fall, but also using the force to accelerate his side roll!

In the split second before his body was about to be slammed to the ground, his right leg swept backward like a whip, kicking the attacker's supporting leg hard in the calf!

Chapter 59 Barbecue Outside the Pass

"Boom! Boom!"

Two dull thuds rang out almost simultaneously!

The first sound came from Qinghe Miao taking advantage of the momentum to fall to the ground sideways, using his arms and the side of his body to cushion the impact.

The second sound was the attacker's shin being kicked, and the throwing motion being disrupted, causing him to lose his balance and stumble heavily to the side on the ground!

A light dust rose.

Neither side paused for the slightest.

The moment Qinghe Miao landed, she rolled sideways repeatedly to create distance, and at the same time, she half-squatted up, her gaze sweeping towards the attacker's direction.

"Holy crap... This kid's reflexes are getting faster and faster, and he's really ruthless!"

The attacker grumbled as he got up and dusted himself off.

With his extraordinary eyesight, he could see that it was Deng Youcai, a burly man dressed in ordinary clothes, whom he had never seen before.

He rubbed his calf, which had been kicked, his face showing no anger, but rather a mixture of annoyance and surprise.

"I remember you spent the whole year in school and hardly ever interacted with anyone in the industry. Where did you get this kind of practical ability? Tsk tsk, is there really such a big difference in talent?"

These days, let alone real-world combat, it's not easy to even see what other people in the industry are capable of.

Haven't you seen how Tang Clan is almost turned into a martial arts school?

This results in the younger generation, who lack physical training, often being weaker than the older generation when it comes to actual combat.

The kid in front of me, who seemed rather naive at first glance, has become increasingly different from them in the last two years.

"Brother Cai, the way you greeted me... you've gotten my school uniform all dirty, it'll be hard to work tomorrow."

Qinghe Miao straightened up, patted the dust off his clothes, and said helplessly:

Why did you suddenly come to the school to find me? Is something wrong?

That feeling of recognizing someone in a crowd at a glance is like having a celestial being on them.

Although I had expected it, my tense nerves finally relaxed.

As for his skills, they were naturally honed in the world of martial arts.

The attributes may not have changed, but the style of play is becoming more and more practical.

"Hehe, stop talking nonsense, I'll wash your school uniform. Let's see how good you are now!"

Deng Youcai grinned and wanted to step forward and demonstrate a few more moves.

"Alright, that's clever."

A much gentler voice came from the shadows on the other side.

Deng Youfu, also dressed casually but with a more refined and composed demeanor, slowly walked out, adjusted his glasses, and nodded to Qing Hemiao.

"Nothing special, just passing by, and I thought I'd treat you to a meal."

"That's great! Where should we eat?"

Upon seeing Deng Youfu appear, Qing Hemiao asked.

"Ask him! This kid's treating today, let's not be shy, find a good place, and rip him off!"

Deng Youcai smiled, spread his hands, and pointed at Deng Youfu:

"How about it? That last bit doesn't count. How about we do some more pre-dinner exercises?"

"Counting birds, counting birds, you're so talented."

Qinghe Miao smiled and waved his hand:

"Even if you don't use all the power that Gray Master lent you, I'm still no match for you in terms of your own life cultivation level. What's the point of fighting?"

"Damn it, that's all you say, but when you actually fight me, it just feels like it's all a joke!"

Deng Youcai said unhappily.

The distinctive feature of the shamanic lineage is "inviting spirits".

If it's a duel with other sects, using the power of immortals is perfectly justified; one earns a living through skill.

However, when it comes to competitions among fellow disciples, especially among younger generations like them, they often ask the immortals behind them to fight on their behalf.

Wouldn't that just turn into a comparison of the spiritual power and background of the immortals behind each person?

It made him seem like he was abusing his power.

But this is also what made Deng Youcai depressed.

Without using any divine power, that surprise attack not only failed to gain any advantage, but actually resulted in a slight loss.

He had a vague feeling that if their cultivation levels were equalized, he might really lose.

This left him feeling a little uneasy.

"Alright, all you ever do is talk about fighting and being tough."

Deng Youfu looked at his younger brother and smiled as he spoke up to defuse the situation:

"Don't just stand here. Let's find a nice restaurant and take Xiaoqing to have a good meal. We can talk about anything while we eat."

The three of them then left the campus and arrived near the main gate.

Deng Youcai drove up in a domestically produced car that was neither new nor old, and invited the two of them to get in.

The car drove away from the school, through the slightly crowded streets of the county town, and after many twists and turns, finally stopped in front of a barbecue restaurant with a large sign, bright lights, and a lot of customers.

It was late-night snack time, and the shop was packed with people, both inside and out. The air was thick with the aroma of charcoal, cumin, and chili.

After finding a relatively quiet booth to sit in, Deng Youcai took the menu with practiced ease, waved his hand, and ordered a whole bunch of things, including several bottles of chilled beer.

Qinghe Miao placed her heavy schoolbag on the empty seat beside her, only then having a chance to complain:

"Hey Cai, can you two be a little more normal next time you contact me? Don't bother me unless it's important. It's right here at my school. What if some random person from the industry notices us? I don't want it to cause any unnecessary trouble."

Although extraordinary people are rare, his village is included within the county.