Chapter 3

All the way until the class ended, Jialong did not decide which attribute to enhance, and from then on, he was thoroughly convinced that this talent ability was real.

Drip~~~

Suddenly, a clear bell rang, signaling the end of the class. The etiquette teacher put away the box and walked out of the classroom in large strides, and the classroom instantly turned from silence to noise.

Jialong, who was leaning on the desk, was startled and straightened up, taking a deep breath. Suddenly, his stomach tightened, and he quickly covered it with his hand. An unprecedented sense of hunger surged from his stomach.

Jialong looked around and found that no one had noticed him. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a few light blue bills, with denominations of 1 and 5. After counting carefully, he frowned slightly.

"Only fifteen yuan for pocket money, this amount is far from enough to last a week... And I clearly had breakfast, but when my potential reached one hundred percent, I suddenly felt hungry. It seems this potential not only absorbs from the gem but also relates to my own digestion."

Snap.

Suddenly, his shoulder was patted from behind. "Jialong, let's have lunch at the usual spot?" A young boy's voice came from behind.

Jialong turned around and saw a short-haired, freckled boy with fair skin grinning and pressing his shoulder. "What usual spot?"

"By the window?" The boy, named Kalido, was one of the few classmates who was somewhat familiar with Jialong.

"Yesterday, we had jasmine tea and pastries. I wonder what we'll have today?" Another boy leaned in and whispered, "If there's that special dark purple jam again, I'll order it."

"Alright, I'll buy the goat's milk. Give me the money, five yuan each." Kalido held out his hand. Almost all the students in the class had the habit of drinking hot goat's milk before lunch, with very few exceptions.

As soon as Kalido held out his hand, more than ten people gathered around, placing a bunch of five-yuan bills in his hand. "I want it!" "Me too." "And me."... A group of people who were just nowhere to be found a moment ago suddenly appeared.

Kalido hurriedly collected the money and counted it. "Twelve in total... Jialong, don't you want goat's milk? I'm going to buy some other things anyway, I can bring it for you."

"No need, you know I don't like goat's milk." Jialong quickly refused, pretending to be indifferent. In reality, he had no money in his pocket. Even if he liked it, he would have to say he didn't, as he needed the money for other uses. And the previous Jialong had always used this excuse, so he followed suit.

Kalido, however, really believed he didn't like it. "No problem, try a box, it tastes great. I'll bring it for you anyway, what's there to be afraid of?"

"No, I really don't like it." Jialong refused repeatedly.

"Just try it, it's fine!"

"I really don't like it, you guys drink it!"

"Alright then..." Kalido shrugged helplessly and turned to leave the classroom.

Soon, a few students chatting together each held a box of white goat's milk and sipped it slowly. Jialong, with no choice, pretended to focus on studying, lowering his head to read and take notes. The recent increase in training intensity had already made the living expenses provided by his family insufficient. The moment he smelled the aroma of hot milk, his stomach started to rumble. Fortunately, the surrounding chatter was loud enough that no one heard.

He shook his head speechlessly, then his peripheral vision caught the sight of the girl, Ephi, on his right.

She was coincidentally in the same situation, pretending to study while her small stomach was unnaturally pulled in to prevent it from making noise.

Ephi seemed to notice his gaze and looked over. Their eyes met, and both blushed, realizing they were in the same predicament. A sense of mutual understanding instantly arose between them.

After drinking the goat's milk, Jialong followed a group of boys, laughing and chatting, down to the central canteen.

The canteen was located in the center of the entire school, surrounded by numerous student dormitories, forming a black cube with entrances on all four sides. As large groups of students entered and exited, the scent of sweet bread and cakes and the noise of students could be smelled and heard from outside.

Jialong, along with the boys, ate the free meal, finally suppressing the hunger in his stomach.

Following the flow of people out of the canteen, Jialong looked up at the sunny sky, the bright sunlight giving a burning sensation on his face. "No wonder it's one of the top hundred schools in the Federation. In Huai Mountain City, the food at Saint Lark High School is probably the best... The afternoon classes are different, ending at three. I can go test my ability."

Looking at the five light red attributes at the bottom of his vision, a hint of anticipation appeared in Jialong's eyes. He recalled the national map he had memorized. "I also need to check the specific situation around me..." Thinking of this, he looked around, chose a direction with fewer people, and walked over, quickly disappearing into the gap between the buildings.

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In the afternoon, the orange sunlight slanted across the surface of Huai Mountain City, dyeing the vast, uneven buildings a deep red. Some tall buildings with pointed and round roofs reflected a mirror-like sheen. A gentle breeze brought warm air.

On the street to the left of the famous Saint Lark Academy in the northern part of the city, a wide courtyard with gray and red wood stood at the end. The front of the courtyard was simple houses, while the back was two large, open playgrounds.

In the corner of the yellow playground on the left, under the shade of trees, some boys in yellow uniforms were striking wooden posts, the sound of their strikes echoing continuously. A young man in white walked among the boys, occasionally correcting their improper movements.

At the edge of the tree shade, one of the boys in yellow uniforms, with purple hair and wine-red eyes, was Jialong, who had come here after school from Saint Lark Academy.

This was an ordinary martial arts school near Saint Lark Academy, specializing in teaching basic martial arts techniques.

He and two classmates from the school had impulsively joined this martial arts school, simply because they saw the robust bodies of the martial arts apprentices and wanted to use it to strengthen their own bodies.

Jialong was now gently striking the wooden post in front of him. The post was as tall as a person, dark yellow, and wrapped in a layer of yellow rubber, so striking it didn't hurt his hands at all.

After striking for a while, he paused for a short rest. "The Jialong in my memory had average talent but worked hard to learn these techniques. He practiced the basic combat techniques of the White Cloud Martial Arts School until he was proficient. However, his physical talent was so poor that in this world without internal energy or supernatural powers, a weak body is useless." Leaning on the thick wooden post, Jialong breathed lightly, organizing his thoughts. "In the White Cloud Martial Arts School, the master is rarely seen. The ones who usually teach the combat techniques are the disciples of the master, who have very solid fundamentals. And the ones who teach us..." Jialong's gaze fell on the young man in white walking toward him. "One is this Loya, and the other is a girl named Samanara."

"The basic combat techniques I have learned are already very proficient, but my poor physical condition means I don't get much attention..." Jialong had a plan in mind.

With a plan in mind, he began to train according to the instincts of his body.

A few minutes later, a black-haired girl with a ponytail in white quickly walked over and whispered a few words to the young man, Loya, who then walked directly to the exit of the playground, where someone seemed to be waiting for him.

The ponytailed girl in white, Samanara, who was familiar to most of the students, took over the teaching without any questions.

Jialong glanced at Samanara.

Her long legs were her most prominent feature, with a tall and slender figure, a slender waist, a charming face, and fair skin. As she demonstrated the correct movements, her chest bounced slightly, showing impressive elasticity.

Many of the boys practicing couldn't help but steal glances at her, and some hit the wooden posts even harder.

A male student deliberately made a mistake, and Samanara, noticing it, playfully scolded him and gave him a light tap on the head.

"Indeed, having Samanara teach us is the most comfortable treatment..." Two male students whispered to each other.

Jialong was speechless. "I saved money to practice combat, not to look at beautiful girls..."

"Alright, pick two people to start one-on-one practice, then rank them. As usual, the bottom five will be responsible for cleaning the playground." Samanara's voice suddenly grew louder.

Jialong's movements slowly stopped, his hand resting on the soft rubber-covered wooden post.

In the martial arts school, they had to practice and rank every day. Jialong's original performance was always in the range of those who had to clean the playground, only occasionally managing to win and avoid the task. Among the twenty students in their group, he was one of the worst.

As soon as he heard that the ranking practice was about to start, his gaze immediately fell on a silver-haired girl. He had lost to her last time, which put him in the cleaning range.

The girl, however, didn't notice his gaze, focusing instead on chatting with a friend, occasionally laughing lightly.

Samanara scanned all the students, seeing their eyes gradually light up, and nodded slightly. "The basic combat techniques of the White Cloud Martial Arts School are simple but effective. After mastering them, an ordinary person can burst with nearly 1.5 times their original strength. However, among these students, only five have mastered the basic techniques. After observing for a while, if no one else shows up, we will select two from these five to teach more advanced techniques and become elite students."

She knew that no matter how much they practiced the basic techniques, the maximum strength increase was only 1.5 times, and the training effect was limited. It was also very difficult to practice, and only those who truly loved martial arts and had a strong will could truly put in the effort. The rest were just those who were not very committed to martial arts. The martial arts school mostly used this method to identify good students and then cultivate them.

While Jialong continued to review the basic combat techniques and warm up his body, he focused on the five attribute symbols at the bottom of his vision before the practice started.

"I can definitely use the basic combat techniques to train my body, and with the help of the attribute increase, accelerate my growth. With this double boost, I believe no one can surpass me! I just don't know how much the attribute points will enhance."

He carefully felt each symbol in his vision. Strength 0.31, Agility 0.22, Constitution 0.27, Intelligence 0.32, Potential 100%. His attention moved over each of the five options, but no memories or information were activated. Jialong stopped, somewhat disappointed.

"Alright, get ready to start the practice." Samanara's voice came over.

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