Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

(This book is toxic; those with a strong sense of moral purity should proceed with caution.)

(Or skip chapters 64-75 directly).

(I'm reminding you. If you keep cursing, I wish you'll never have a partner.)

(Brain storage area).

(The male and female gods sign-in thread).

Zhang Yu is dead.

He died at the age of twenty-five.

"At such a young age, he must have been masturbating too much."

That's what his "sons" said when it was hanging on the wall.

Seeing their smug, "I knew it" faces, Zhang Yu wished he could jump out of his coffin and give each of them a big slit.

Unfortunately, there's nothing he can do anymore.

After graduating from university, Zhang Yu spent a year just loafing around doing nothing.

Preparing for the civil service exam.

After all, the end of the universe is weaving.

Unexpectedly, when the results came out, he was 0.5 points short.

Ha ha.

On the list of those on the list, many people were 0.5 points short.

What a coincidence!

Zhang Yu just wanted to say a few dirty words.

Because of my heart condition, I can't keep my swear words inside.

That day he was drinking with some childhood friends and accidentally drank too much.

In my dream, I heard a childhood friend call out to me, asking me to go to a nice place with him.

He went with them.

As a result, she jumped off the sixth-floor balcony.

It was hung on the wall.

Only before he died did he realize that his childhood friend had died at the age of fifteen.

He drowned while trying to catch fish in the river.

From then on, Zhang Yu never slacked off again.

Study hard and make progress every day.

"Pah, son of a bitch."

He truly is a good brother; even in death, he couldn't bear to leave me behind.

He floated in the air, watching helplessly as his body was cremated and buried in the spring.

The parents cried their eyes out.

Relatives and friends shed tears.

Mourning his life, which was neither genius, nor hardworking, nor handsome, nor reliable.

Yes, that's how he died.

Like a gentle breeze, it sweeps across the world.

Then his soul was swept away by something.

When I woke up again.

It was discovered that it was already inside the body of a ten-year-old child named "He Yuzhu".

"Silly Zhu, a courtyard full of birds? I've come to a good place."

Zhang Yu blinked.

It was still 1945, and the small world had surrendered.

The city of Beijing was filled with a joyful and excited atmosphere.

Sha Zhu is ten years old this year, and He Yushui is one year old.

The two lost their mother.

He Daqing had just started working as a chef at Fengzeyuan Restaurant after being introduced by someone, and hadn't yet run off to Baoding with the widow Bai.

At this point in time, Zhang Yu had a feeling that "the outcome is still uncertain, and we are all potential dark horses."

Unfortunately, the name "Silly Pillar" had already spread.

Zhang Yu examines the original owner's memories.

Two years ago, he went to the street to sell steamed buns, while He Daqing made them at home.

A man bought steamed buns and had just received the money when he encountered a group of defeated soldiers.

The original owner took off running.

When he got home, he discovered he had received counterfeit money.

He was called "Silly Pillar" by He Daqing.

Tsk tsk.

The name, like a swear word used by children, quickly spread throughout the Nanluoguxiang area.

Xu Damao, who was about the same age as him, shouted even louder.

He kept calling him "Silly Zhu".

"I'll beat you until you call me daddy later," Zhang Yu snorted.

Do you really think my title of "Courtyard War God" is just empty boasting?

He lay in bed, calling out to his system.

Zhang Yu's system is called the "Progress System".

As the name suggests, as long as you study, you can make progress.

+1

+1

+1

This progress is visible to the naked eye.

If there's a system, there will naturally be a control panel.

Name: Zhang Yu

[Identity: He Yuzhu (Siheyuan World)]

Age: 10

[Mental state: 80] (60 for a normal person)

[Physical fitness: 20] (Normal person: 60)

[Skill: Cooking (10)]

[Practice Method: Mahavairocana Visualization Method]

That's right.

Zhang Yu possessed cultivation techniques.

A gift package from the system.

Why not take advantage of a free lunch?

I just don't know if it's possible to cultivate immortality in this world.

After all, once the country is founded, it cannot become a spirit.

It's only been four or five years now.

Zhang Yu wanted to give it a try.

Is it alright to squat in the sun against the wall with the old men and women?

The system didn't have any requirements for him.

There are no more of those miserable and bizarre tasks.

His system is a good system.

Give them the goods, no complaints.

There is even a large space of 1000 cubic meters.

It can be collected within a 10-meter radius, regardless of its weight.

Zhang Yu was somewhat happy.

The DNA of hoarding has been activated.

He curiously put an orange in and out.

"Whoosh!"

Go in.

"Whoosh!"

Out.

Ah, it's just so much fun.

Little Rainwater woke up at some point, staring wide-eyed at this magical scene, completely stunned.

His chin was dripping with saliva.