Fist of Imagination

“The combination of martial arts and cooking skills is a fine tradition of our ancient Eastern boxing techniques.

The Dongguo Culinary Arts Training Academy located in the flagship temple of Shaolin North on the other side has cultivated countless first-class masters both internally and externally over the past thousands of years. In addition, the descendants of Stanley Canteen, the dark cuisine world Liangshanbo and other food holy places, both sides of the air and sea There are countless strong chefs.

There is indeed nothing wrong with your topic selection, and the starting point is not bad at all. "

Sun Xunqiao held his head high and smiled humbly.

"Every little thing is done by the master's guidance."

"But..." Chang Duanxuan's tone gradually became colder.

“The paper was plagiarized and I was reluctant to spend money to check for plagiarism, so the duplication rate was too high and it failed.

On the surface, it looks like an applied paper but it is not practical or targeted. In order to cover it up, you deliberately added some more reviews of previous research results and wanted to write it into a comprehensive paper.

But you are too naive to do this, because the focus of your paper is wrong and you put the cart before the horse. A good graduation thesis was written by you in a way that is neither practical nor ideological, and it fails.

The abstract lacks structure and fails.

The introduction content is repeated and failed.

The argument is not logically rigorous and fails.

The unit of measurement symbol and reference format are not standardized and failed.

The most outrageous thing is that you even copied the acknowledgments.

'Thanks to my boyfriend Jie Ge for his strong support all the time. It is because of his help that I gradually understood a lot of principles of life and became a real adult. ’

Xunqiao, when did you get a boyfriend? Bring it to Master Kangkang some other time! "

"Master, it's not me!

I felt dizzy after copying it, so I spent 10 crystal clusters and asked Mu Yigui to copy it for me. I didn’t expect that this bastard took the money and didn’t do his job properly. Damn..."

“Oh—it turns out you asked someone to copy it for you.”

Chang Duanxuan laughed in anger, raised his hand and hit Sun Xunqiao with a palm until his senses were blocked, and he didn't know who was involved. Then he threw a full-face steel helmet and put it on Sun Xunqiao's head.

"Xunqiao, I think you don't have to do anything else these days. I bought this brainwave typewriter specially for you. Whenever you finish writing the paper, I will unlock your five senses.

Ade, feed your senior brother a bowl of lard bibimbap every day. If the number of new words on the brainwave typewriter screen that day is not 10,000, just feed him the freshly fried lard. "

"Okay master, no problem master."

"Ade, where is the first draft of your thesis? The interaction between natural divine power and demonized organs is a good direction, but it is not easy to write well. Bring it to me for a look."

"Master, as the saying goes, seniority is in order. Senior sister has not come yet. You should wait until senior sister comes to read her papers first."

Liang De folded a few pieces of tissue paper and put them in his pocket, smiling like a harmless Shiba Inu.

"The "Rando Goken: A New Application Method of Innate Divine Power" written by your senior sister was sent to me the day before yesterday. The format is very standardized and basically does not need to be changed. The thesis ideas are also very innovative. I will use it for my master's degree thesis in martial arts. That's enough.

Hey, among the three of you senior sisters and brothers, Dong Lan is the one who doesn’t need me to worry about.

Please bring me the paper. "

"Master...I..."

An hour later, Lin Baolong walked into a dark room carrying two large buckets of freshly fried lard.

The martial souls of Liang De and Sun Xunqiao were floating in the air in agony, and there were only a few lines of words on the screens of the two helmet-type brainwave typewriters.

"Junior brother, I have thought it through. Let's change our majors and pursue the pure application of Dong Guo's ancient boxing techniques. As long as the combat effectiveness is passed, we can graduate without a thesis."

"If you're not afraid of being beaten to death by the old man, just go ahead and mention it. His most proud subjects are martial arts principles and martial arts education. After thinking about it, you want to make pure applications? I think senior brother, you are afraid that you are not thorough enough."

"Then what should I do? How can I write my graduation thesis without copying it?"

"How do I know what you should do? I get perfect scores every time on the Principles of Martial Arts exam. I wish I could put more effort into writing."

"What, you are also a top student?!

Die for me! "

…

Tai Fengxian drove the blue and black cross-border bus and kept moving forward in the air and sea.

In the past five months, this special line to Sheng Wuxu Private High School has almost completed two-thirds of the stops, but very few people have gotten off the bus.

The vast majority of graduates want to go to the Thunder Bluff Qinggeng Peak Spring Talent Supply and Demand Conference first to learn more about the employment situation of Jieyuan Walker.

Anyway, the coordinates of my hometown world have been found in "The Mirror of the World", and I can use the world-traveling gate to teleport back at any time. There is no rush to return home.

Liang De was envious and jealous of these people from the other side, and felt a little sad when he thought that he didn't know when he would be able to go home.

After he finished writing his graduation thesis, he had nothing to do every day. He ate hotpot, played board games, sang karaoke and played cards with his classmates in the shuttle bus. He relied on the ability to review the soul's memory 360 degrees at any time through the revolving door of life. He could win thousands of cards and even won more than a dozen. Unit's boundary protocrystal cluster.

Other Jie Yuan practitioners can only review their soul memories before they die, so no one can see through Mr. Liang’s cheating skills. It’s a pity that these cheapskates are determined not to play big. Mr. Liang can win 3700 with 20 yuan. Wan's gambling monster power cannot be shown.

In addition to playing cards, Liang De's greatest interest during this period was to observe the growth of crystal clusters on the Self-Nature Realm.

After the restriction on the Zhoutian Realm outside the Self-Xing Realm was lifted, clusters of sesame-sized Jie Yuan crystal clusters grew in the sidewalk flower beds of the Self-Xing Realm in that section of the street in Liang De.

He worked tirelessly to measure the height and weight of the crystal clusters every day, more diligently than the middle-aged and elderly people who were obsessed with growing vegetables on the farm. In order to increase production, he often sang to them, but it was of no use.

The monthly production coefficient of 0.05 is 0.05, neither more nor less. In the past five months, he has produced 150 units of crystal clusters. Adding those he won from playing cards, Liang De's total savings is only 167 units of crystal clusters.

Not to mention high-frequency time travel to find a way home, even the annual membership of "The Lesson of the World" can't afford this amount of money!

Although his vending machine extension can travel across the world, the cooldown time for flashback photography is too long, and he doesn’t know when he will get the next new product-making extension.

Moreover, he can only come to the world opened up by the vending machine as a martial arts soul. The scope of his activities is extremely limited, and his exploration degree is approximately zero.

The world of pigweed brought him only about twenty square meters of boundary expansion. If he relied on vending machines, he didn't know how long it would take to become a financially free boundary traveler.

"I still have to find a job..."

At present, the main employment tendency of graduates from the Land Department is to become air and sea mercenaries.

Many companies in the Kukai 500 have mercenary businesses. Among them, the most famous KKP Security Group ranks 25th in the Kukai 500. There is nothing to say about salary, benefits and development prospects.

Dong Cunzhen wrote a short letter of recommendation to graduates who wanted to become Konghai mercenaries, with only five words in the entire text.

"not bad.

Dong Cunzhen"

Elite musclemen like Lin Baolong and Shan Futian received different letters of recommendation, but they were still five words.

"good.

Dong Cunzhen"

It is said that Mr. Dong has been elected as the director of the Kuhai Mercenary Instructors Club Chi Jie for three consecutive terms, and he also has many acquaintances in the KKP Security Group.

With his letter of recommendation, the muscle guys from the Lu Academy can go directly to the finish line, and the starting line is several hundred meters ahead of other white tribulation walkers who have no way out.

Liang De also received a "not bad" letter of recommendation, but he really didn't want to do the job of licking blood with a knife tip. If he licked a knife full of venom one day, it would be safer to work as a civilian.

He browses the jobs on the job board of "The Lesson from the World" every day and finds that there are very few jobs that allow him to stay away from fighting and travel frequently.

Even a civilian job like a cross-border vehicle insurance surveyor sometimes has to go into dangerous situations and narrowly escape death.

Back then, a cross-border pickup truck fell into the ancient time dragon's lair. In order to complete the damage assessment of this pickup truck, Anping Insurance killed a dozen White Tribulation Walkers.

The managers of Anping Insurance are not ignorant of how dangerous this task is for the White Tribulation Walkers, but the pensions of hundreds of White Tribulation Walkers are not as good as the appearance fee of one Red Tribulation Walker, so this inhumane capital group Choose to fill it with cannon fodder.

Of course Mr. Liang didn't want to be cannon fodder, so he looked and looked and found only three positions that were more suitable for him.

My computer crashed and it took me a long time to turn it back on. Fortunately, I didn’t lose the manuscript. But I don’t have many manuscripts to throw away at all, hahahahahahaha, I’m not even afraid of losing manuscripts. I’m a nearly flawless serious literary worker, worthy of me.

There will be an update tonight.