This Korean comic is not right

This was all he gained today. The effect of subsequent heat flow became smaller and smaller until it disappeared.

Zhao Cheng could think of two possibilities:

Either the true Qi that is cultivated every day has a limit and can no longer stimulate physical growth.

Or there is an upper limit to the growth of the body, like a small bowl, even if it is stuffed to the brim, it can only hold so much.

However, in just one day, he recovered from the weak state after being resurrected to a healthy state. His physical condition even surpassed that of ordinary people. Zhao Cheng was already very satisfied.

Moreover, today I have already nurtured the true Qi, and perhaps I am not far from everlasting life.

In addition, the physical growth is higher than the mental growth. I don’t know if it is because the main events are long-distance running. Maybe the other stages that follow will make up for it and allow the mental growth to catch up.

After returning home, Zhao Cheng fell asleep tiredly and didn't say a word all night.

Chapter 3 Class

Early in the morning, Zhao Cheng was woken up by the alarm clock and impatiently turned it off. He lay down for a while before realizing that he had to go to class today.

Zhao Cheng hurriedly put on his school uniform and ran towards the school.

He has decided to complete most of his future journeys by running, so that he can accumulate true Qi as quickly as possible and keep it energized, so that he can see the next stage of the practice.

After entering the school and walking towards the classroom, Zhao Cheng felt someone patted his shoulder gently.

"Hey!"

When I turned around, I saw a young and beautiful girl greeting me.

She had short amber hair and a pretty face, and her emerald green eyes were looking at him happily.

"How have you considered what I told you?"

Zhao Cheng was a little confused and was trying hard to recall.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the girl asked unhappily:

"You won't forget, will you?"

"Ah? Haha, no way."

Zhao Cheng scratched the back of his head, and then he remembered that the girl's name was Zhang Peilin, and she was his classmate, but he couldn't remember what they talked about at all.

I don’t know what the memory of my previous life was like. Such a lively and lovely girl didn’t care at all. She was not a focus in my memory, so I didn’t even think of her at the first time.

"So what have you thought about? Let me tell you, if you don't come, my brother's friend will move in."

"Ah? Wait a moment."

Zhao Cheng pretended to be thinking, but he was actually trying hard to recall what Peilin had said to him. However, his predecessor was probably only 1 minutes old before he died, so he probably didn't remember anything.

After a while, Zhao Cheng still couldn't remember and said helplessly:

"Can you tell me more about your situation? I've been too busy these days."

Peilin looked at him angrily. He actually forgot about it! If it weren't for the fact that he was so pitiful recently, she would have ignored him for at least a day.

"My brother is going to college and is moving out, so he wants his friend to move in. I just happened to think of you living out there too, so I told my mom about your situation, and she asked if you'd like to move in with her?"

Zhao Cheng suddenly realized and remembered everything at once.

Just the day before yesterday, on Friday afternoon, after school, Peilin took me to her house, talked about renting a house, and also took me to see her brother's room.

It was just that my predecessor had started to have a fever, and my head was a little confused, plus I had a sensitive self-esteem and didn't want to rent it for free, so I didn't take it seriously at all and quickly forgot about it.

I remember Peilin’s mother and sister were there at the time, but I have no memory of them at all.

But now when I think back on it, this plot about the mother and two sisters seems so familiar. If it weren't for the fact that everything was spoken in Korean, I would have thought I had traveled through time to a Japanese anime.

"Would that be convenient?"

Zhao Cheng asked subconsciously. After all, he was not a child anymore, but his mind was still recalling the specific details of what happened.

"What's the big deal? The room is empty anyway. If you don't come and stay here, my brother's friend will."

Peilin said nonchalantly.

"Wait, his friend's brother is coming to live here? Zhang Peilin, this name, this plot, looks so familiar."

Zhao Cheng pondered over it for a while before he suddenly realized that this was a Korean 18+ comic that he had read.

"Isn't your sister's name Zhang Wan'en?"

Zhao Cheng asked tentatively.

"how do you know?!"

Peilin asked in surprise, but soon remembered that her sister had asked about Zhao Cheng's name, and then she snorted angrily, turned around and walked away.

I was worried that he had no place to live, but he started to care about his sister instead and ignored me the whole day!

“Oh my god, it’s true!”

Zhao Cheng opened his mouth wide. The comic book was called "Boarding Diary". It was the first Korean comic he had ever read. The story was about the murderer who killed his millions of descendants, so he was deeply impressed.

The one walking in front of her angrily was the youngest daughter in the family. Zhang Wanen was her elder sister. Their mother was Zhao Meijing, and their father passed away many years ago.

It seems that the plot has not yet begun, so have I traveled to this comic book?

Then wouldn't my martial arts be a perfect match for this comic book? After all, the old beggar said that this comic book was passed down from Lao Ai. Ahem, I can't think about it any further.

You can't call me old man from now on. Please forgive my disrespect.

Quickly catch up with the figure in front.

"Um...thank you for helping me so much."

Zhang Peilin snorted lightly, and Zhao Cheng was about to apologize again when there was a sudden noise from the back.

The two of them subconsciously looked back, and Zhang Peilin's face changed. He pulled Zhao Cheng and hurriedly walked into the teaching building.

Zhao Cheng turned around and saw the noisy crowd at the door. In the middle was a red-haired man. This time his memory came back quickly. He was a student who had just transferred in from the senior year of high school. He was the child of the director of SG Group and was someone he must stay away from in school.

"Is this the legendary Korean chaebol?"

Seeing Peilin avoiding the snakes and scorpions as if she were a snake, it is obvious that she should not be provoked. But speaking of it, with Peilin's family's good looks, how did they survive safely in such a social environment?

He entered the classroom silently with Peilin. As soon as Peilin entered the classroom, she let go of his hand and sat down in her seat with a slightly red face.

Zhao Cheng walked to his seat, which was unfortunately not Wang’s hometown, but the second to last row, a small transparent seat close to the corridor.

When Zhao Cheng opened the book, he was curious whether he would not understand it at all. But when he really saw these books, he realized that memory was actually Schrödinger's cat.

When you don't recall certain memories, you can't be sure whether you remember them or not. You are in a superposition state of remembering and not remembering. Only when you truly recall this superposition state will it collapse into one state.

That's what happened now. When he saw that knowledge, the corresponding knowledge was awakened in his mind little by little. This process actually made Zhao Cheng a little addicted.

"Ding..."

Zhao Cheng picked up his phone and saw the message Peilin sent him:

"Are you going to live there or not?"

"Yes, but I just paid January's rent, so I have to go next month."

"Can't you take it back?"

Zhao Cheng recalled the landlord's angry look when he chased the motorcycle yesterday, and replied:

"That's enough. I'll go back and try it tonight."

"Well, I'll tell mom when I get home tonight."

At this time, the teacher came in, Zhao Cheng quickly replied with an "OK" and put away his phone.

I couldn't help but recall the images of Peilin's mother and sister, but unfortunately, they seemed to be really ill at the time. I only remember that they were in good shape, but I have no impression of anything else.

I adjusted my breathing, used the breathing method in the "Yangqi Stage", and then began to listen to the class seriously.

If you want to live well in this world, it is crucial to get into a prestigious university. You can't always live off others.

Lao Ai, the king who lived off his wife, could be said to have lived as a gigolo as he could be, but in the end he was still defeated and killed due to his arrogance, and he could not even protect his descendants.

Therefore, although cultivation can allow one's martial arts strength to continue to increase, before truly growing into an ancestor, knowledge is also the capital for survival.

What's more, even if you become a great ancestor, you won't be able to live a peaceful life if you can't even govern a country.

It is impossible for a person who cannot even tell the difference between 13.8 and 13.11 to not be confused by the ruling elites.

Zhao Cheng devoted himself to study and the day passed quickly. After class in the evening, he started his senior year evening self-study.

Zhao Cheng was gritting his teeth over a math problem when he heard a roar of applause from the next room. The sound gradually became louder and clearer from noisy:

"Someone jumped off the building!"

There was a sound of tables and chairs sliding in the classroom. Everyone ran to the window and looked down, and Zhao Cheng was naturally among them.

Under the bright lights of the teaching building, the figure lying in the grass is so clear and quiet.

He was an ordinary-looking boy, with his eyes closed and no sound, perhaps he was unconscious. However, the tibia of one of his legs was obviously bent to one side, and a sharp bulge was raised on his school uniform.

Soon the head teacher walked into the classroom. He was a middle-aged man in his 50s with a bald head. His last name was Wu. He shouted:

"Stop looking! Everyone return to your seats! The college entrance exam is coming up soon, why don't you hurry up and review?!"

Everyone returned to their seats one after another, but everyone's cell phone was vibrating.

Zhao Cheng opened his phone and saw messages from several groups saying 99+. Peilin also sent him a message, which turned out to be a video.

The perspective seemed to be behind everyone, watching the bullied party at the back of the classroom, and the bully's red hair was particularly conspicuous, it was Li Minghao.

Until a classmate sitting by the window couldn't stand it anymore and said something, but unfortunately I couldn't hear it clearly because he was too far away.

Then Li Minghao angrily rushed over and pushed him to the window to threaten him. It was not clear whether it was a struggle or a push, but the man fell down.

Obviously, the person who shot the video did not expect that the video would become messy at this point, as if the owner was running and shaking the phone in his hand.

Then the video came to an abrupt end.

Chapter 4 University

Zhao Cheng turned off the video. Peilin sent an angry expression, but he ignored it.

The bullying that was really happening before his eyes had gone from film to reality, and it was so dizzying that he was a little dazed. The unconscious boy outside the window and his bent legs kept flashing through Zhao Cheng's mind.

Even with the memories of his previous life, the facts before him were still beyond his imagination. The Korean country here was even worse than in his previous life. No wonder his previous life's parents had told him to work for a chaebol.

So there is nothing wrong with my previous assumption. Studying hard is indeed necessary, but the priority can be put aside for the time being.

Otherwise, if we come into conflict with the chaebols one day, what will we use to fight against them?

I have already completed my high school courses and there is less than a year left before the college entrance examination. I might as well take a leave of absence for a while due to this matter, and at least push "Feng Yue Ling Jian" to the next stage to see what the effect will be.

Maybe it will not only help with martial arts, but the spiritual attributes may also play a role in learning.

Before Zhao Cheng could ask for leave, the head teacher standing in front of the podium took out his cell phone, glanced at it, and then said to the whole class:

"Everyone, delete the videos! We are dismissed early today, and you can leave after deleting the videos."

After saying that, he walked to the door and stood still.

The students in the class looked at each other, and a few of them stood up first, picked up their mobile phones, operated them, and handed them to the head teacher standing at the door.

The head teacher picked it up and checked it, then waved his hand and asked the students to leave.

Then more and more people stood up one after another, including Peilin.

Zhao Cheng flipped through his phone, but unfortunately there was no software like cloud disk, so he clicked delete in desperation.

I walked to the door and handed the phone to the head teacher. When he was looking at the phone, I said:

"Teacher, I want to take two days off. I'm not feeling well."

The head teacher carefully checked the album chat records and other software in the phone, and then said impatiently:

"Go to the hospital to get a certificate, and then give it to me."

Zhao Cheng nodded helplessly. If that was the case, don't blame yourself for skipping classes. You can study at home anyway. The plan won't change. At worst, you can find a chance to get a certificate later.

Peilin was waiting at the door, and when Zhao Cheng came out, she grabbed his sleeve.