After the darkness!

Chalk dust floated and swayed in the beam of light streaming in through the window. The math teacher on the platform was constantly tapping formulas on the blackboard with a set square, his eyes occasionally drifting downwards.

However, Lin Yijue didn't pay attention and began to sort out the original owner's legacy.

The desk was very tidy, filled with nothing but books:

Chinese language and literature.

math.

physics.

physical education.

history.

Electronic theory.

What's missing? Is it English?

Yes, as far as I remember, after the Gregorian calendar, English was no longer an elective course; it was directly removed.

Of all these subjects, physical education is actually the most important?

Lin Yijue focused his attention on the book "The Foundation of New Human Physical Development" in his hands.

If in the past life there was a division between arts and sciences, then in this era there is a direct division between academic students and "sports students".

This book can be considered a treasure for sports students and a required subject for all students, directly accounting for 150 points in the college entrance examination.

As I recall, the latter was compiled by the State General Administration of Sport and was directly included in the martial arts training textbooks for the nine-year compulsory education system after a two-year trial period.

The book, after several editions, is not thick, only about twenty pages.

After all, the training methods have been simplified from the original all-encompassing Seventy-Two Forms of Body Refinement to just the Eighteen Forms of Body Refinement.

What remains is just some knowledge about nutrition and rehabilitation.

"It's similar to a real martial arts manual," Lin Yijue thought to himself.

Of course, it's a 'martial arts manual,' since it's basically equivalent to physics and chemistry in my previous life. If you truly master it, you'll have it for life.

Based on my vague memory, this thing is very difficult.

Therefore, the vast majority of people are "cultured students".

Thinking of this, Lin Yijue couldn't help but curiously flip through the book.

The first move, "Starting Posture," features blood-red muscle lines outlined in black ink in a human body movement breakdown diagram.

The second move, "Awkward Step and Thrusting Fist," has a hastily written note next to it: "The diaphragm needs to be pressed down in the chest cavity."

……

The eighth movement, "Rooting and Strengthening Qi," requires that "you must inhale and let the Qi sink to the soles of your feet, and exhale and slowly raise your heels."

……

Finally, the poem concludes with the "Return to My Way" style.

The complex movements and the obscure breathing rhythm are fine to imitate, but if you want to get started, you need to pay attention to the coordination of the movements, which is extremely difficult.

In the original owner's memory, no more than five people in their entire class had even entered the sect.

These students can be considered top students in the class. As long as their academic performance doesn't suffer, they are basically guaranteed a junior college degree.

After graduation, there will be plenty of job opportunities available.

If you're lucky enough to pass the martial arts exam, you can easily get a good position in security agencies, martial arts training classes, primary and secondary schools, or even trading companies. Your future is incredibly bright.

"Why am I thinking about this and that again?" Lin Yijue scratched his head, forcing himself to calm down.

Perhaps because he was in an environment familiar to the original owner, fragments of memories kept appearing in his mind, making him understand the world better while also causing his thoughts to fluctuate.

After three classes in the morning, he had basically flipped through the textbook and had a rough impression of it.

Ding ding ding.

As soon as the bell rang after the last class, the atmosphere in the classroom immediately became restless.

"Jue Mei, are you alright?" At this moment, a girl with a ponytail sitting in front turned her head and whispered.

"Me? I'm fine." Lin Yijue was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was being called, and replied.

He looked at the other person as he spoke.

The girl had a small, round face, big eyes, and wore pink glasses. She had a few pimples on her face, but her skin was very fair, and her dimples made her look very cute.

She is Wang Qi, one of the few good friends in the original owner's class. The original owner helped her with her duties a few times, and she also generously gave him her homework a few times, which made their relationship better.

"Nothing wrong? You call this nothing wrong?" Wang Qi was speechless and pointed to his physical education textbook, which was full of notes and scribbles.

This morning we had math and Chinese classes. The other person kept flipping through other books, and after class, they didn't say a word, and didn't even go to the bathroom.

Is this what you call looking fine?

Forget it.

"I'm really fine," Lin Yijue shook his head again.

"Looks like our Jue-mei is still not satisfied. Tsk tsk." Wang Qi said, looking ahead at a short-haired girl in the first row who was also packing her things.

The girl was beautiful with fair skin, and there was a boy next to her with a short buzz cut and a strong build, which made his school uniform look bulge. He looked very heroic.

The boy waited for the girl to finish packing her things before they left the classroom together.

"That's true. I wouldn't be happy either. Childhood sweethearts can't compete with those who fall from the sky," she joked.

Lin Yijue followed the other person's gaze, paused for a moment, and then did not reply.

He recognized who the other person was looking at.

She is Luo Wen, the original owner's childhood sweetheart and the object of her confession.

As for the man beside her, in Lin Yijue's memory, he was another top student in the class who had mastered the basics of the Eighteen Forms of Body Refinement, named Liu Hao.

The two of them probably didn't have any interaction before, but now I don't know how they got together.

Wang Qi reached out and patted Lin Yijue on the shoulder. "Alright, everyone's gone. Why are you still looking? What's the big deal? Three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged girls are plentiful, aren't they? The second-year girls' basketball team is playing a friendly match later, want me to take you to watch?"

As her best friend, she knew a lot about Luo Wen, and even helped plan and encourage her to confess her feelings. She just didn't expect Luo Wen to suddenly "awaken".

Therefore, after learning that Lin Yijue's confession had failed and that he had caused an accident at the artificial forest, she felt very worried and guilty.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the other person come today.

Lin Yijue didn't say anything, he just packed his schoolbag.

"You're shy again, Jue Mei. Your biggest flaw is being shy," Wang Qi said casually.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you." Lin Yijue saw the Chinese teacher on the stage tidying up her lesson plans and preparing to leave. She packed her books, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and got up to follow her.

His Chinese teacher lived in the same neighborhood as him, so they could go back together. He hadn't forgotten the little incident that happened before class today.

In these past few classes, Xu Jie and the others have been looking at him almost constantly, with expressions of resentment.

Following the teacher can prevent being blocked at the gate after school.

……

the other side.

After running a few steps, Lin Yijue caught up with the Chinese teacher.

He followed closely behind the other person, and based on the original owner's memories, he began to ask for some tips on reading comprehension.

The Chinese teacher, who was in her forties, immediately noticed that Lin Yijue seemed distracted and preoccupied when asking questions, but pretended not to notice and patiently answered his questions.

Although the original owner's grades were average, she was very attentive in class and did not bother the teachers. Moreover, they all lived in the same neighborhood and saw each other frequently, so they were considered acquaintances.

As it turns out, Lin Yijue was indeed very prescient.

As soon as he stepped out of the school gate, he immediately saw several people squatting on the curb outside.

Lin Yijue recognized these people; one of them was Huang Mao from that morning, along with his brothers.

The blond-haired guy is called Xu Jie, nicknamed "Fierce-Eyed Monkey." He's one of the most outgoing guys in the class. It's said he's on good terms with troublemakers from other classes and knows people outside of school, so nobody in the class wants to mess with him.

The other party was ambushed by Lin Yijue in the morning and suffered a loss, so as expected, they called for reinforcements after class.

Lin Yijue looked over from afar and his eyes met those of Xu Jie, who was carrying a baton.

Xu Jie's mouth twisted into a smirk, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes. He smiled at Lin Yijue, then spoke to the people beside him.

The group stood up together.

He had just stood up when he saw Lin Yijue's Chinese teacher next to him.

His face immediately turned green.

They could only watch helplessly as the two of them left together.

"Is Xu Jie guarding you?" the Chinese teacher suddenly asked as they approached the entrance of the residential area.

"There's been some misunderstanding between us," Lin Yijue nodded, making no attempt to hide anything.

"You're graduating soon, so don't hang out with those people. If you want to go back home later, you can come with me. Also, if you have any questions about Chinese, you can ask me." The Chinese teacher touched his bald head and said casually.

He waved goodbye as he spoke.

"Thank you, teacher." Lin Yijue nodded earnestly, watched the other person walk a few steps in another direction, and then slowly walked home.

Standing at his front door, he took out his key to open it, and as he turned the key, he was thinking about studying.

After reading through the textbooks for several courses, he basically came to a conclusion.

"The cultural background of this world is indeed very similar to that of my previous life. Even the level of education is only at the level of the early 0s. Exam questions for subjects like mathematics, Chinese, physics, and biology are not even considered, and the amount of knowledge is much less."

If I had time-traveled after the college entrance exam, things would be much simpler.

Lin Yijue sighed inwardly.

Although in his previous life he attended an ordinary university, not even a top-tier university, and his major was extremely poor—hotel management—only graduates know how treacherous that major is.

But having graduated from the hellish Sichuan university, he was completely outmatched here, easily getting into a top-tier university.

Having gone through four years of university, I've forgotten most of the things I was supposed to forget.

Currently, his level of knowledge is not much better than that of the original owner.

Fortunately, after spending a few years in society, I've matured quite a bit.

Of course, since things have come to this point, there's no point in saying more.

If you can't resist, accept it; the greatest strength of humans is their adaptability. Besides, he also has some special abilities.

Thinking of this, Lin Yijue felt a surge of excitement. He turned the key three times in the lock, opened the door, and slipped inside.

He simply heated up the leftovers.

Stir-fried red algae with eggs, smoked bacon, and rice—it was leftover rice, but the taste was surprisingly good.

After finishing his meal and taking a quick break to digest, he continued to ponder his cheat ability.

The Talent Tree, yes, that's what he called the Talent Tree.

To be precise, it should be called the boxing glove tree.

After he grew to the sapling stage, he was given three talents directly.

They are two leaves on one tree.

It goes without saying that the 'Tree' talent, also known as the 'Talented Boxer', is far more valuable.

This thing is similar to the spiritual root in cultivation novels from my previous life; it's like a spiritual root was given to me directly.

As for Ye's talents, one is [Exceptional Endurance], and the other is [Double Strike].

The former seems to enhance recovery ability, while the latter is a passive skill that increases combat power; both are good overall.

Lin Yijue became more and more excited as he thought about it.

After all, this world belongs to athletes.

With these three talents, even if he can't compare to the few "college-level" geniuses in his class, he will definitely surpass the vast majority of people.

Unfortunately, he refused to believe in the superstition and continued boxing for another half hour, but still couldn't find a way to accumulate energy points.

"Is it really true that the only way to recharge is by finding treasures?"

Lin Yijue found it somewhat unscientific.

More importantly, a day passed and he didn't see any more treasures with inscriptions like the boxing gloves.

After trying again for another half hour, he finally settled down and continued reading.

There's no way to accumulate energy yet, so all I can do now is study hard.

Thinking of this, Lin Yijue looked at the "Eighteen Styles" again.

A few minutes later, after I had memorized it pretty well, I couldn't resist starting to practice.

Practice each move one by one.

This body-refining eighteen form felt somewhat like the Vajra Kung Fu from his previous life, but the movements were more complex, with the aim of helping to loosen the muscles and bones and make it easier for him to control himself.

He felt that with his current memory and physical agility, he would be able to master it in just a few sessions.

But this is just a simple imitation of the routine; what's really important is to coordinate it with your breathing rhythm.

Complex breathing rhythms rely on stabilizing the core muscle groups and the pressure fluctuations in the body cavities, which can improve neuromuscular coordination and power transmission efficiency, allowing people to achieve fine control of their muscles.

If you can't do that, it's like the old saying goes: practicing martial arts without internal strength training will all be for nothing in the end.

Just like the fourth move, "holding the ball in a stake": the angle of the knees turning inward must be accurate to five degrees, otherwise the diaphragm cannot complete the pressure conversion of "three inhalations and two exhalations".

If the breathing rhythm is not up to standard, the whole movement will look particularly stiff.

"It seems like I really do have some talent now."

When Lin Yijue practiced the whole set of movements for the third time, he felt a tingling sensation in his muscles, as if he were being electrocuted.

This feeling is wonderful.

It felt a bit like touching a nerve, but afterwards it was a warm feeling.

Sweat poured down his body.

"call!"

After completing the final move, "Return to My Technique," Lin Yijue felt his strength dissipate, and he could no longer support himself. He plopped down on the sofa, his mind a complete blank.

woohoo hoo...

He was breathing heavily, and the sweat pouring down his body completely soaked his close-fitting short-sleeved shirt.

Tired...really tired...

I even felt a little nauseous.

He just sat there on the sofa, not wanting to move at all.

My mind went slightly blank.

He sat on the sofa for a good five or six minutes before his breathing calmed down and his heartbeat returned to normal.

Lin Yijue reached up and touched his forehead; his hand was covered in sweat.

"This Eighteen Body Refinement Forms is really something else. I only did three sets, and I'm already this exhausted..." He slowly leaned back on the sofa and continued to take deep breaths.

"Maybe it's because my movements are more precise now? But it's really exhausting..." He even had a premonition that if he maintained this training state when he wasn't in good condition,

He could even die suddenly.

"So cultivation also requires a gradual process?" Lin Yijue pondered to himself.

"No, the original owner also trained like crazy before, but he didn't feel this way." He quickly dismissed his previous thought.

The original owner was not a bad person. In terms of talent, he was just an ordinary person with normal talent. But every time he practiced, he would only be exhausted in the end. He did not experience the feeling of wanting to vomit or dizzy like he did today.

So what exactly is the reason?

"Ding ding ding, ding ding ding."

Just then, a rapid alarm clock rang.

This is your alarm clock.

"Never mind, I'll go to class first."

He paused for a moment, stopped thinking about it, took a quick shower, changed his clothes, and went out.

He was looking forward to the afternoon classes because they were the real physical education classes.