Logging 10,000 Years into the Future Novel

"Lu Sheng, how did you lose so much weight..."

In the locker room, Lu Sheng and Liu Qiming were changing the martial arts uniforms required for the actual combat class.

Lu Sheng, who took off his coat and pants, showed a body with clear lines and smooth lines like a cheetah.

It's just a little thinner, which is due to the rapid growth of Qi and blood and insufficient nutrition.

"Hair needs a cut..."

Lu Sheng looked at his familiar yet unfamiliar face in the mirror.

Thin, handsome, with a knife-like sharp light occasionally bursting out of his deep, dark eyes.

Even if he just stood there calmly now, he would give people an inexplicable sense of shock.

It makes people feel hairy, just like when ordinary people encounter wild animals such as tigers and leopards in the wild.

This is the result of the increase in qi and blood and the absorption of a large amount of dream memory, which Lu Sheng himself hadn't noticed before.

"I've grown a little taller..."

Lu Sheng changed into the martial arts uniform, looking at the obviously short sleeves and trouser legs, thinking silently in his heart.

His previous height was 175. During this period of practice, his height skyrocketed to nearly 1.8 meters, and the martial arts suit that originally fit him immediately looked smaller.

After changing their clothes, Lu Sheng and Liu Qiming walked into the Budokan together.

The entire Budokan is very large, and it is divided into pieces of fields made of upholstered mats. Each field is equivalent to a practice classroom for combat lessons.

They were obviously not the only class attending classes during this time period. Lu Sheng and Liu Qiming found their class venue and walked over quickly.

Everyone sat in a circle around the edge of the field, and a middle-aged man with a muscular body and slightly tight loose martial arts uniform stood in the middle.

"This actual combat lesson is to consolidate what I taught you before, the content of basic fighting skills..."

The teacher of the actual combat class was Zhong Zhenguo, an official second-level warrior. It was said that he had been on the battlefield and had confronted strange beasts head-on.

The huge scar on Zhong Zhenguo's deliberately exposed right arm is the best evidence.

This is also the capital he is most proud of, and he has boasted to the students more than once in class.

Next, Zhong Zhenguo began to formally explain the use of various fighting techniques to the students, and even called a boy to go up to practice with him.

In Lu Sheng's view, these fighting skills taught by Zhong Zhenguo are simple and superficial, and what he absorbed from the dream memory is far superior to these.

"Call Yang Yifei to go up every time, can't we give ordinary people a chance? Shit!"

Lu Sheng suddenly heard Liu Qiming beside him complaining sourly.

Only then did he notice the boy Zhong Zhenguo called up to practice martial arts with him.

The boy's name is Yang Yifei, he comes from a good family background, his martial arts grades are top-notch in his grade, coupled with his handsome appearance, he is quite popular even in school.

Now, Yang Yifei, who was wearing a white martial arts uniform and cooperated with Zhong Zhenguo in his calm moves, attracted the eyes of the girls below.

"If you were given a chance, you wouldn't be able to grasp it. Even if you withdrew your strength, Mr. Zhong's fist wouldn't be able to catch everyone."

Lu Sheng glanced at Liu Qiming and said calmly.

Liu Qiming's face turned red, and he muttered: "Who made Yang Yifei's family well off, and took all kinds of tonics for food, and I heard that his blood value is almost 1.2..."

Liu Qiming looked unconvinced, as if if he and Yang Yifei were raised in the same environment, he would definitely be able to do better than Yang Yifei.

Lu Sheng didn't talk to him anymore, but just watched Zhong Zhenguo and Yang Yifei's demonstration calmly.

On the surface, it looks like he is listening carefully, but in fact Lu Sheng has already been thinking about the scholarship in his mind.

When, what method to use, and raise this matter with the teacher...

"Okay, the demonstration is almost done. Next, let two students come up to the actual combat, and I will guide alone."

After Zhong Zhenguo finished the drill, he casually called out to Yang Yifei who was beside him, "Yang Yifei, don't go down, and find another person to practice with you."

"yes."

Yang Yifei looked normal, as if he was used to such special treatment.

"Which classmate is willing to come up and challenge Yang Yifei?"

Zhong Zhenguo asked loudly, and the students below all avoided wherever his eyes swept.

"Is there no one?"

Zhong Zhenguo frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied.

Every time they talk about actual combat exercises, these students shrink back, like ostriches, wishing to bury their heads in the ground, so how can he teach them.

Many people privately said that he was partial to the top students in his class.

These people don't even think about it carefully, every time in such a situation, apart from top students like Yang Yifei, how many people would dare to stand up and accept his guidance?

Many people like to complain that there is no opportunity, but they don't understand that opportunities slip away quietly when they shrink back again and again.

Zhong Zhenguo glanced at each student, feeling gradually disappointed.

Just when he was about to order someone to come up casually, he suddenly met a pair of dark and deep eyes.

"Um?!"

Zhong Zhenguo's eyes lit up, and his eyes fell on a thin student with calm eyes.

Among the crowd avoiding his gaze, a person who dared to look him in the eyes suddenly appeared, so eye-catching and abrupt.

"Okay, that classmate is you. You come up to practice with Yang Yifei..."

Zhong Zhenguo pointed to the student who was different and said loudly.

"Lu Sheng, Teacher Zhong is calling you..."

"Um?!"

Lu Sheng recovered from his thoughts, and suddenly realized that he had been hit by Zhong Zhenguo and asked him to come on stage to practice against Yang Yifei.