"Class adviser Wang Fang: @everyone, the martial arts examination standard for this year is 120 for Qi Blood level, 150 for advanced placement."
"Only ten days left, everyone keep it up."
As soon as this message came out.
The chat group of Senior three, class nine, suddenly became lively.
"I'm currently at 117, with a Qi Blood pill, it shouldn’t be a problem."
"I'm at 145, I have a chance to strive for advanced placement."
"Zhong Qing's Qi Blood level has already reached 160."
"Truly deserving as the class beauty, what an envy."
"What about Chen Fan? Wasn't he always at par with the class beauty before?"
"Why bring him up? He has been out of school for half a year."
In an old room.
Chen Fan was lying on his bed, the glow from his phone illuminating his handsome face.
"Everyone seems pretty confident."
"By passing the martial arts exam, you can enter the Martial Arts University for further studies."
"Basically everyone can become a martial artist..."
Chen Fan pursed his lips.
If he said he wasn't envious,
that would be a lie.
In the context of the revival of spiritual energy, beasts run amok, and monsters roam freely. After firearms completely lost their combat value, martial artists became the absolute core force in defending home.
They not only enjoy a noble status,
but also various social privileges.
In addition to that,
they can also accumulate unimaginable wealth, more easily than ordinary people.
Chen Fan has to go to the job market every day.
Mostly for dirty and heavy labour.
Working from dawn till dusk,
he only makes a bit over one hundred dollars.
As for martial artists.
Merely killing a low-level beast can earn them several thousand dollars.
As for the high-level beasts, they can sell for tens of thousands.
Even several tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands.
On one hand, there are those with noble status, enjoying privileges and leading a luxurious life.
On the other, there are those who struggle at the bottom, working hard just to get by.
The insurmountable class barrier between warriors and non-warriors has long been established.
Even not mentioning status and privileges,
Just talking about income,
Who wouldn't want to be a warrior?
Only a fool wouldn't.
However, becoming a warrior isn't something that can be achieved just by wishful thinking.
The Qi and blood value must reach 200.
Today is extremely hot.
Chen Fan turns over, vigorously swinging the fan in his hand.
Speaking of Qi and blood,
Before he dropped out, his Qi and blood value was 82.
It's still 82 now.
Very stable.
It's not that you can't improve your Qi and blood after leaving school.
But...
You need to have money.
The price of the most common Qi-blood pill is over ten thousand yuan.
It would take Chen Fan several months of not eating or drinking to afford one.
And becoming a martial artist isn’t something that can be achieved by just taking a Qi-blood pill.
Chen Fan would leave the house early in the morning and return home after dark, dragging his exhausted body.
He would whip up a simple dinner.
He was so tired that he just wanted to lie in bed.
In the past six months...
The hardship of the lower class has flattened his spirits.
Becoming a martial artist... Chen Fan didn't dare to dream of it anymore.
Having a place that would shelter him from wind and rain...
If he could fill his stomach, he would be very content.
Living the hard life, feeling half dead every day.
Chen Fan, since the age of eighteen, felt as if he could see his life unfolding all the way to the age of eighty.
This might just be how his life was going to be.
As for his classmates,
Even the previously worst-performing one was streets ahead of him now.
The gap between him and them would only grow larger in the future.
He was destined to be apart from their world.
Feeling somewhat desolate, Chen Fan set his cell phone aside and goes to sleep.
Buzz, buzz, buzz...
Just as he was about to fall asleep, a mosquito flew over.
It landed on Chen Fan's face.
Smack!
He slapped it dead immediately.
Chen Fan lived in an old tube-shaped building. The lighting was poor, the room was damp, and mosquitoes were plenty - it was a common scenario.
He didn't mind at all and continued to sleep.
However, the very next moment:
*Ding! You have successfully killed a mosquito. Vitality +0.01.*
Chen Fan bolted up in surprise.
He gazed at the virtual panel before him:
Name: Chen Fan
Age: 18
Realm: None
Vitality: 82.01/200
Chen Fan slapped his own cheeks, making sure again and again, that he wasn't dreaming.
He was beyond delighted.
For 18 years, since he was reborn in this world, he had been waiting.
The godsend has finally arrived.
"System, quickly introduce yourself."
No response.
"System?"
Chen Fan seemed to understand that the system wasn't very intelligent. It couldn't communicate with him. But who cares if it was clever or not, as long as it could boost his 'Qi and Blood' level.
Chen Fan recalled just swatting a mosquito, which increased his 'Qi and Blood' by 0.01. And a 'Qi and Blood' pill could increase the 'Qi and Blood' by about six points. So, wouldn't that mean that killing 600 mosquitoes was equivalent to taking one 'Qi and Blood' pill?
Chen Fan was excited. He couldn't afford ten thousand 'Qi and Blood' pills, but 600 mosquitoes? They were definitely within his killing reach. Suddenly he felt motivated.
Even his body, which had been exhausted from an entire day's work, didn't feel that tired anymore. Chen Fan looked around. There were three mosquitoes left in his mosquito net.
Thwack.
One down.
"Ding, one mosquito eliminated, Vitality +0.01."
Thwack.
"Ding, one mosquito eliminated, Vitality +0.01."
Thwack.
"Ding, one mosquito eliminated, Vitality +0.01."
A faint warmth spread through his body.
Though very weak.
But Chen Fan could indeed feel his vitality increasing.
After clearing out the mosquitoes under the net.
Chen Fan climbed down from bed and put on his shoes.
He spent more than twenty minutes wrestling in the room.
He killed 6 mosquitoes.
Now his vitality value was 82.1.
However, there are no traces of mosquitoes in the room now.
I don't know if they're hiding or they've run away.
Originally, I thought dealing with merely 600 mosquitoes was not a big deal.
But it seems now.
It's not as easy as I thought.
"Hmm?"
Chen Fan suddenly noticed a fly on the dining table.
Can flies work the same as mosquitoes?
Smack.
Chen Fan killed a fly with a flyswatter.
"Ding, by killing a fly, you gain +0.01 to your vitality."
Chen Fan was delighted.
Since flies also count.
Then, his thought process suddenly became unblocked.
If you ask where are the most flies...
Of course, that's the trash bin of the community.
Every time I go to throw the garbage, flies are densely packed and buzzing around.
Thinking of this,
Chen Fan suddenly fell out of love with the assortment of fruits at home.
Holding a can of Golden Spear insecticide, he walked out the door.
Just that Chen Fan was too tired and went to sleep early.
It was now past eight in the evening.
There were still quite a few people strolling around in the community.
Most of them were the elderly.
In fact, Chen Fan was quite envious of them.
Being able to enjoy their twilight years meant they had saved enough for retirement.
In their younger years, they were mostly martial artists.
If it was the same as Chen Fan before,
where did the retirement money come from?
They could only work until they couldn't.
Work until death.
Thinking about it is quite gloomy.
Fortunately, there is the system.
He cherishes this opportunity deeply.
Chen Fan came to the garbage dump.
Flies were dense and black, buzzing and flying chaotically.
Chen Fan started spraying insecticide.
One after another, flies slowly fell to the ground.
"Ding! A fly has been exterminated, increasing vitality..."
"Ding! A fly has been exterminated, increasing vitality..."
It's indeed much faster than using a flyswatter at home.
But it would be even better if it could be faster.
"Little Fan, what are you doing?"
A hunchbacked old man approached, with his hands behind his back.
"It's Grandpa Wang. I am free, so I'm killing the flies here to serve the people."
Chen Fan responded with a smile.
Elder Wang's full name is Wang Shanru, who lives in the same building unit as Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's apartment is on the fourth floor.
His is on the first floor, with a small courtyard.
Chen Fan often sees him busy working on his little vegetable garden in the courtyard.
"It's rare for you to be so considerate, but your method may not work well."
"This insecticide you have in the bottle, it's fine if you spray it inside your home with the windows closed. But outside, its effect is greatly diminished."
"I have pesticides at home and also a sprayer."
"Do you want to use them? If you do, I can get them for you."
Wang Shanru kindly offered.
Chen Fan's eyes lit up, "That would be great, thank you, Elder Wang."
Wang Shanru smiled, "We're all here to serve the people, just wait a moment."
