Fist of Imagination

The hall was so quiet that even breathing could be heard clearly. After hearing their own breathing, some people immediately held their breath to avoid making noises that would attract Shen Shiyu's attention.

Lei Donglan snorted without comment.

If she hadn't been distracted by making strange weapons for Shen Daiyan, this woman would be stronger than she is now.

"Stupid." She left the railing and her back disappeared at the end of the corridor.

On the screen in the library hall, the list of study rooms began to refresh, and the bright yellow triangle puzzle pieces flashed on the screen in a cycle.

"Strange... After completing a study task, can't you rest in the safe zone for 24 hours? I was planning to queue up all night, but why did it start refreshing? Could it be that someone opened a new room?"

"Don't show off if you have a low IQ. Now the whole school is waiting to kill the first-year transfer student from the Lu Department. Who would open a new room? It must be the transfer student's room!"

Hundreds of eyes stared at the flashing picture on the big screen, and the rolling bright yellow triangle stopped, and new information appeared.

"Happy learning single room, scene: squirrel sink, first-year student Liang De from the Lu Department."

Disappointed voices rang out in the library hall.

"Damn, it's single-player mode, we have to wait for the next game."

"Wait, there is a line of notes below the room information."

"...Wolf-like strengthening training mode, insist on learning good examples, cancel the interval rest time for test user Liang De."

"It must be Boss Jiang's trick. This is to queue up 007 copies without interruption. The transfer student will be exhausted if he is not killed." Someone from the Kong Department whispered.

"Don't talk about 007, don't you know what kind of a rotten Happy Learning Machine is? 996 platoons can tire people to death."

"Oh my god, we really can't offend Jiang Daozi... Who the hell can stand this? Even the iron struggle can't stand it."

"Who has cleared the book of this squirrel trough? How long does it usually take? I still have someone to kill in my schedule."

"Are you asking your mother? Don't be stupid. Will the people who have cleared it tell you?"

"Hey, what's wrong with me? Did your father ask you?"

"Sun thief! Grandpa won't chop you alive today. You are raised by a little maid!"

Amid the noisy discussions and fighting, quite a number of people left the library hall.

Desert scene, one-on-one killing of Shen Daiyan... This transfer student is not a ruthless person they can afford to offend.

The miserable state of Shen Daiyan's corpse is vivid in their minds. The transfer student is strong and perverted. This muddy water can easily drown people.

Disperse, disperse, slip away, it's safer to go back to class to collect the conduct score and minimum living allowance.

"At least he is a third-year student council member. After only seven days of training, he has transformed from an ordinary office worker into a corpse-torturing killer. There are really all kinds of monsters among the time travelers from both sides of the strait."

"Are you scared, class leader?"

"What the hell! We can't just kill him without knowing anything. Find someone to investigate the transfer student and find out what kind of kung fu he has and what equipment he has. Hurry up, the first-year students of the Land Department have already gone back. We can't let them get ahead of us."

Several second-year students of the Space Department took off on the spot, flying high in the air and running at full speed, rushing out of the library like birds.

"The transfer students' tutors are Mo Feisheng from the Marine Department and Chang Tianwei from the Land Department. Just ask them."

"Can you find out?"

"It's useless to ask. We need to pay a sum of money from the department's public GPA.

I don't need to tell you who Chang from the Land Department is. Mo Feisheng is a poor guy. His eyes turn green when he sees 10 GPA. If you pay me, I don't believe I can't find out!"

"Fly faster! Use Beitian Jet to accelerate. I see that the second-year student from the Land Department, Mu Yigui, has already run to their martial arts hall!"

"Prefect, I have hemorrhoids these two days. It's not easy to use this trick."

"Fuck, I told you to lift your anus more often but you didn't listen. I'll take you for a ride. Let's go!"

The exhaust gas of various colors rushed, and the second-year students from the Space Department quickly disappeared in the air.

In the tea room of the Land Department's martial arts hall, Chang Duanxuan sat on a futon, looking calm and sipping tea carefully.

Sitting opposite was a dishevelled man, wearing a military green uniform that looked like a beggar's attire, with a pair of dirty bare feet, scratching his ears and cheeks, with black mud between his fingernails, and only one set of white teeth on his body.

Second-year head of the Land Department, Wood Art Rule, battle record: killed 10 people from the Marine Department and 10 people from the Air Department.

"Coach Chang, I want to ask you for information about a student from the Land Department."

"Two hundred credit points." Chang Duanxuan put down his teacup, and soon, the phone on the tea table sent a voice notification that 100 credit points had been received.

"This hundred is the deposit. If your information is useful, I will pay the other half."

"Student Mu, who are you looking for?"

"A first-year transfer student in the Lu School, Liang De."

"Who?!" Chang Duanxuan's face was full of surprise, "Don't you know he is my true disciple?"

"Instructor Dong's true disciples can die dozens of times in a semester. Instructor Chang, do you still care about this?"

"Student Mu, you misunderstood. A De is my beloved disciple. We are like father and son."

Mu Yigui looked puzzled, as if he had just met the man in front of him.

Chang Duanxuan's face suddenly came closer on the other side of the coffee table, and he said firmly: "You have to pay more!"

Outside the tea room of the Lu School, there were many students holding number plates, ready to ask Chang Duanxuan.

...

In the cafeteria of Sheng Wuxu Private High School, Mo Feisheng, deputy instructor of the Hai School, exchanged a basic meal for only 0.2 GPA with a plate.

The Yin Demon puppets also need to eat and drink water. The Yin quality of the demons is like vitamins for them, which is indispensable, but they cannot only eat vitamins.

The basic set meal can only get one vegetarian dish and a bowl of free soup.

Mo Feisheng got two taels of brown rice, a plate of fish-flavored eggplant, and a bowl of seaweed egg soup which is actually light salt water.

Only two people in Sheng Wuxu Private High School would buy this poor set meal, one is him, and the other is Jiang Chi, the general instructor of the Department of Space.

Mo Feisheng looked at Jiang Chi who was eating three fresh vegetables slowly not far from the cafeteria, and he was furious.

The grades of the three grades in the Department of Space are good. Jiang Chi has full attendance every month. He is also the dean of teaching. He usually kills students to maintain school rules and gets a lot of GPA. He is one of the teachers with the most GPA in the school. But every day, like Mo Feisheng, he eats a poor set meal with only one vegetarian dish.

"You son of a bitch, you are a money-grubber, but you are a mean person. The richer you are, the more stingy you are!"

Mo Feisheng beeped loudly and ate in small bites, but there was only so much rice, and he finished it in a few chopsticks.

He carefully poured the seaweed egg soup into the plate, washed up the rice grains on the bottom of the plate and drank it.

A sneaky figure sat opposite Mo Feisheng.

"Coach Mo, I want to ask you something."

Yang Yuhu, the second-year head of the Department of Space, smiled and was very sensible. Before he said what it was, he transferred a sum of GPA to Mo Feisheng, and then walked behind Mo Feisheng to rub his shoulders and back.

Mo Feisheng picked up the vibrating mobile phone and looked at the transfer record.

You want to bribe me with GPA? Don't get close to me!

Mo Feisheng wanted to scold him loudly like this.

But there were too many GPA.

"What's the matter? Ask..."

Behind Yang Yuhu, there were many students from other departments holding their mobile phones ready to trade.