Resurrection of Spiritual Qi: Awakening the basaltic talent at the beginning

Chapter 5 The truth of injury

On the other hand, Liang Ping, who was so excited, didn't know that because the number he left on the machine, a couple mistakenly thought he was a silver-level warrior, and they were so frightened and panicked that they couldn't sleep all night.

On the contrary, he was so excited that he forgot the time. By the time he got home, it was almost half past eleven.I thought that everyone in the family was asleep at this time, but when I opened the door, I found that the light was still on in the living room.

Fang Jingru, Liang's mother, was sitting on the sofa, obviously waiting for him.

"Are you back? Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook some noodles for you?" Fang Jingru didn't blame Liang Ping, but asked with concern.

Liang Ping looked at Fang Jingru, and suddenly he was in a trance. The shadow of his mother in the previous life and Fang Jingru in front of him gradually merged together.

"Mom, why haven't you slept yet?" Although Liang Ping tried his best to calm down the excitement in his heart, when he opened his mouth, his voice was still choked up.Tears are also rolling in the eyes.

Fang Jingru was taken aback for a moment, wondering why her son suddenly became sad.But she still walked up to Liang Ping subconsciously, stretched out her hand and gently embraced him in her arms, "Why do you always cry when you're so big? Your father is gone, and you are the head of our Liang family now! Be a man, but be strong!"

"I'm not tears. I was blinded by the sand outside just now." Liang Ping blushed and said stubbornly.

"Sit down for a while, I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you!" Fang Jingru patted his head dotingly, then turned and went to the kitchen.

Sitting at the dining table, Fang Jingru served Liang Ping a bowl of noodles, then looked at him silently.

Liang Ping lowered his head and began to eat with big mouthfuls.

"Xiaoping, I contacted the new school for you, you can go there after the Martial Saints' Day!" Fang Jingru looked at Liang Ping and said suddenly.

transfer?Why?
Liang Ping was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head in surprise, with a puzzled look on his face.

He stayed well in No. [-] Middle School, why did he suddenly want to transfer to another school?
Fang Jingru sighed, stretched out her callused hand, and placed it on her son's bandaged head, with a look of pity, "I asked your Uncle Xu to help, and I have already contacted No. [-] Middle School. I will go to No. [-] Middle School I have inquired, there are not so many messy things, the only bad thing is that it is a bit far from our home, you have to live on campus."

Fang Jingru spoke slowly, probably because she was afraid that her son would be unhappy, so her tone was very soft.

Liang Ping's body shook slightly, and a picture suddenly flashed in his mind.He figured out what was going on in an instant.

His head injury, the school said he accidentally fell from upstairs, but in fact that is not the case.

He was pushed down from upstairs!
It stands to reason that when something like this happens, the school should deal with the student who caused the trouble immediately.

But it didn't.

The reason is simple, the other party is a quasi-warrior who has awakened the beast soul, and I heard that there is still some money at home.On the other hand, Liang Ping's side is just an ordinary family with no background.What's more, he is still a scumbag who has awakened the trash grass soul and has no future at all.

In this way, there is no need to choose at all.

The incident was directly determined.Liang Ping himself accidentally fell from upstairs.

Not only did the student who bullied him have nothing wrong with him, but he even received a warning.

The self in this plane is weak and timid by nature.When something like this happened, I could only accept it submissively, and didn't dare to tell the truth to my mother when I got home.

He had been hiding this from Fang Jingru, not wanting his mother to worry.But he didn't expect that Fang Jingru actually knew the truth of the matter.

Knowing that her child is being bullied, there is nothing she can do about it.As a mother, Fang Jingru must feel uncomfortable.

After trying to understand what happened, Liang Ping raised his head and looked at Fang Jingru in front of him.Only then did I notice the exhaustion and self-blame that could not be concealed in my mother's eyes.

In the previous life, Liang Ping wanted to buy a house, but his mother couldn't afford much money, so that was the same look at that time.

A deep feeling of self-blame and guilt spread in Liang Ping's heart.He clenched his fists involuntarily, but his eyes became firm.

"Mom, I won't transfer schools! I'm going to take the senior high school entrance examination soon, and I don't want to make trouble!"

"But." Fang Jingru originally wanted to say that her son's talent was too poor, and persuaded him to give up the idea of ​​taking the martial arts test and take a liberal arts test.But after thinking about it, I felt that as a mother, I shouldn't kill my son's dream like this.

Perhaps due to the influence of Liang's father, Liang Ping's childhood dream was to become a warrior.

Because of her family environment, Fang Jingru always felt that she owed her son a lot.She sighed inwardly.What my son said was right, anyway, there is only one year left to graduate, since he wants to take the high school entrance examination, then let him do it.

But even though she thought so, she still couldn't help worrying in her heart, "Son, if someone bullies you, just tell the teacher not to keep everything in your heart, you know?"

Liang Ping couldn't help laughing when he heard his mother's words, "Mom, I'm not a primary school student. I always go to the teacher for everything. Isn't that a complaint?"

What's more, the current teachers are very snobbish. Who would care about a student like him who has no background and poor talent?Isn't what happened to me this time an example?
So no matter when it comes, you still have to be strong yourself!
Back in the room, Liang Ping did not fall asleep immediately.Instead, he took a book from the bookshelf and read it.

The conversation with Fang Jingru just now touched him.

Liang Ping decided to take advantage of the few days of vacation to practice hard and improve his realm.

The cultivation methods in junior high school are not profound, after all, this stage is only for laying the foundation for high school.So the textbooks explain the profound things in a simple way.Take the "Quenching Method" in Liang Ping's hands as an example. It contains some basic cultivation principles and some human blood circulation systems, including the body's meridians and bone cognition.

It is reasonable to say that this thing is step-by-step, but it is not difficult.But according to memory, he was not only poor in aptitude, but also somewhat lacking in comprehension.He has read this book from the first day of junior high school to the present, but he has only a half-knowledge of it.Seeing that school will start again, he will be in the third year of junior high school, but he has been stuck in the third level of Hei Tie Jing's cultivation.

There is no one left with this rubbish qualification!
Liang Ping shook his head slightly and turned the pages of the book.

He was not in a hurry to cultivate, but first reviewed the previous content.After all, the original owner has read this thing many times, and the content inside has already been engraved deep in his memory.

As he read it carefully, some of the obscure and half-understood contents in those previous memories, like a stream of snow and ice, flowed faster and gathered more and more, and gradually became clear in his mind.

Time passed by unknowingly, Liang Ping showed the energy he had during the college entrance examination, and completely immersed himself in it.He didn't feel how difficult the content of this book was, on the contrary, he read it with relish, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.When I read the last page, it seems that there is still a feeling that there is still more to say.

(End of this chapter)