dmims Chapter 65 The Black Pipe, Wang Ye, and Zhuge Qing
Chapter 65 The Black Pipe, Wang Ye, and Zhuge Qing
They got Wang Zhenqiu on board.
Su Wuxian did not stop.
They went directly to the gymnasium next door with Zhang Zhiwei.
This is the clarinet's perfect dreamland.
As soon as I entered, I heard a heavy metallic clanging sound.
"Drink! Drink!"
In the huge gymnasium, all the equipment had been cleared out.
Only in the center remained a burly man, shirtless and with muscles like granite, lifting weights.
But that wasn't an ordinary barbell.
It was a... heavy truck.
With his hands supporting the truck chassis, Black Pipe did deep squats, and the ground trembled with each rise and fall.
A group of students in sportswear surrounded him, frantically taking notes in their notebooks, their eyes filled with admiration for his power.
"Incredible! The discipline officer truly represents the pinnacle of human strength!"
"Is this the ultimate physical body we've been pursuing??"
In this dream, the clarinet is no longer the sniper who hides in the shadows and fires sniper shots.
He is the embodiment of power, a believer in pure flesh.
He could lift mountains with ease, and nothing could stop his charge.
"Oh, practicing?"
Su Wuxian walked over and stood next to the truck, as if watching a circus act.
"headmaster?"
The clarinet operator stopped what he was doing, supporting the truck with one hand, without even taking a breath:
"This is the fitness area; unauthorized personnel are not permitted. Be careful not to get hurt."
"Did you hurt me?"
Su Wuxian smiled.
He extended a finger and gently placed it on the truck's tire.
"Guan'er, do you think this car... is heavy?"
"Heavy?"
"Principal, it's not heavy at all."
The clarinet-wielding boy smiled confidently, his biceps bulging.
"In my eyes, it's no different from a feather."
"I have surpassed the limits of human capability; there is nothing in this world that I cannot lift."
"Yeah?"
Su Wuxian pressed his finger down slightly.
"boom!!"
The truck, which was originally as light as a feather, suddenly became as heavy as a mountain!
Black Pipe felt an overwhelming force surge through him, his knees buckled, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
"Ughhhhh!!"
He tried his best to hold on, his veins bulging, but the truck seemed to be welded to Su Wuxian's fingers, unable to move an inch.
"What? You can't hold on already?"
Su Wuxian looked at Hei Guan'er, whose face was flushed red, and said in a relaxed tone:
"What you call the limit is actually just a value that Ma Xianhong set for you."
"In this dream, you lowered the gravity parameter and increased your own strength parameter."
"What you're lifting isn't a truck, it's your imagination."
"Is this kind of false strength meaningful?"
Su Wuxian loosened his fingers.
The truck crashed to the ground.
Black Pipe was panting heavily, looking at his hands with a blank expression in his eyes.
There was no soreness.
Even though that blow almost broke his spine, his muscles showed no signs of fatigue.
It's like a perpetual motion machine.
"No limits... also means no breakthroughs."
Su Wuxian patted Hei Guan'er's hard, iron-like pectoral muscles:
"True strength is gained through repeated exhaustion, injuries, and near-death experiences."
"The iron here is cold, it's dead."
"It doesn't give you real feedback."
"Let's go back."
Su Wuxian pointed to the door:
"The outside world is dangerous, and you may get hurt and bleed."
"But there... every breath you take is warm."
The clarinet remained silent for a long time.
Looking at the students around him who were admiring him, he suddenly felt utterly bored.
He smashed the truck to pieces with a single punch, grinned as he watched the flying debris:
"yes......"
"You won't build real muscles by lifting these foams."
"Thanks, Principal."
click-
The space in the stadium also began to break down.
Su Wuxian stretched as he watched the black tube gradually dissipate.
"Alright, all temporary workers, return to your posts."
"Warm-up complete."
He turned his head and looked in the direction of the teaching building.
That's a classroom for the second-year high school students.
It was also the class that Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were in.
"Next, it's time to go check on those two nemesis."
"I heard that in this world, Zhuge Qing really tormented Wang Ye?"
"Tsk, this little squinty-eyed guy's vengefulness is really something else."
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Biyou First Cultivation Middle School, Grade 11 (1)
"stand up!"
"Hello, teacher!"
Amidst the uniform greetings, only one figure in the corner stood out from the crowd.
The person was slumped over the table, their head covered by their school uniform jacket, fast asleep, their snoring even drowning out the teacher's voice from the podium.
The teacher on the podium pushed up his glasses, sighed helplessly, but dared not do anything about it.
After all, this guy is the son of a school board member; his family owns a mine, a real mine.
"Alright, in this lesson we will announce the results of the mock exam for 'Five Elements Techniques'."
The teacher cleared his throat, and his tone instantly became impassioned:
"First place! It's still our undisputed choice—Zhuge Qing! Full marks! 150 points!"
"Whoosh—!!"
The whole class erupted in applause.
In the very center of the first row, Zhuge Qing was wearing a neatly pressed school uniform, his hair combed meticulously.
He stood up gracefully, squinted, and with that signature, all-knowing smile on his lips, waved to the people around him.
In this dream, he is perfect.
She comes from a distinguished family, is exceptionally talented, has outstanding looks, and ranks first in the entire school academically.
There is no regret here, like "Why did Heaven create both Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang?", because he is the only Zhuge Liang.
"As for the last place..."
The teacher's face fell, and she threw a rolled-up test paper angrily into the corner:
"Wang Ye! 0 points! You even misspelled your name! You wrote 'Tu Ye' as 'Wang Ye'! Are you going to be buried?!"
"Smack."
The test paper hit Wang Ye on the head.
Wang Ye groggily lifted his school uniform, revealing a pair of huge dark circles under his eyes, and yawned:
"Huh? get out of class is over? Let's go grab some food at the cafeteria."
The whole class burst into laughter.
Zhuge Qing turned his head and looked at the dejected Wang Ye, his eyes revealing a hint of superior pity, as well as a secret, twisted pleasure.
In reality, he suffered a crushing defeat at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony against Wang Ye.
In his dream, Wang also became a complete loser.
This setup greatly satisfied his subconscious obsession with "winning".
This is also what Zhuge Qing has always wanted to prove.
"Wang Ye, classmate."
Zhuge Qing walked over and gently tapped Wang Ye's table with his fingers, his tone earnest and earnest:
"As your classmate, I must remind you that spiritual practice is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind."
"How can you face your family's expectations if you continue to degenerate like this?"
"If you need tutoring, I can spare some of my precious time to teach you. After all... a strong person must have a compassionate heart."
"Come on, old man."
Wang Ye changed his position and continued lying down, saying lazily:
"My family has hundreds of billions of assets waiting for me to inherit, why would I bother cultivating immortality? That's too tiring."
"If you're so capable, then you do it. I'm perfectly fine being a rich second-generation heir who just lazes around and waits to die."
"You—! You're utterly hopeless!"
Zhuge Qing looked disappointed in Zhuge Qing, but secretly he was overjoyed.
Yes! That's it!
You deserve to be a piece of trash! You should look up to me!
Just as Zhuge Qing was preparing to deliver a lengthy speech and continue to enjoy the thrill of intellectual dominance,
"Bang!"
The front door of the classroom was kicked open.
"Room check!"
Su Wuxian walked in with his hands behind his back and a stern face.
Behind him followed Zhang Zhiwei, who was carrying a police baton and had a fierce look on his face.
The classroom fell silent instantly.