Night’s Nomenclature Chapter 175: Practice in 0 Jun

Yangyang’s academic performance in Haicheng High School is only above average at best.

With this score, it is not particularly outstanding in that key high school in a super first-tier city where students are everywhere.

However, Yangyang’s fame in middle school has never been based on her grades, but on other more dazzling auras, such as the WEG free climbing women’s racing championship, the MCG archery women’s runner-up, such as crossing the Indian Ocean at the age of 16, Climbed Mount Everest from the southern **** of Nepal at the age of 17.

For most students, these honors are not just about knowledge, they also require courage.

Yangyang has always been a loner when she was in Haicheng High School. She didn’t even have many female friends, let alone male friends.

To outsiders, we always act like strangers are not allowed to enter.

Now, such a girl suddenly sat in the classroom and said to Qingchen as she should: You have to take me home.

What kind of tiger-wolf talk is this!

Maybe Nan Gengchen was just enjoying the excitement, but for Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen, two classmates who are familiar with Yangyang, it was a different feeling.

"What did Yangyang say just now?" Zhang Tianzhen asked doubtfully.

Hu Xiaoniu: "She said, let Qingchen take her home."

"What did Yangyang say just now?"

Hu Xiaoniu: "..."

"I must have heard wrongly," Zhang Tianzhen said firmly.

After saying this, the two fell into silence at the same time.

They recalled that Yangyang once told them: Don’t mess with Qingchen.

Looking at Yangyang's behavior now, Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen suddenly seemed thoughtful.

Both of them realized that Yangyang knew Qingchen far better than they imagined.

The same is true for the relationship between Yangyang and Qingchen.

At this time, Yangyang said to Qingchen: "It's not good to skip class."

But I saw Qingchen looking at Yangyang seriously, and then said: "From the look of your face, you don't look like someone who takes classes honestly."

"Speak properly and don't attack me personally," Yangyang said with a raised eyebrow.

"If you don't want to skip class, just sit here honestly," Qingchen muttered, "I won't waste time here anyway."

After saying that, Qingchen broke away from the other party's grasp on his arm and walked outside without hesitation.

The other person's back seemed to be saying silently: Women will only make me slow down the speed of my knife.

The melon-eating trio of Hu Xiaoniu, Zhang Tianzhen and Nan Gengchen gave a thumbs up in their hearts.

However, something unexpected happened to them.

Yangyang looked at Qingchen’s leaving figure, then packed up his things and got up to follow.

The melon-eating trio watched silently as the boy and girl walked out of the classroom under the setting sun, then passed through the shining golden windows in the corridor, and finally disappeared.

Hu Xiaoniu recalled the scene when they first met Qingchen, who was also so proud and rejected others thousands of miles away.

He recalled the calmness and calmness shown by the other party when his father wanted to sell the house.

This classmate always seems to be different from others.

Hu Xiaoniu hesitated and looked at Nan Gengchen: "Has any female classmate ever chased classmate Qingchen?"

"It was there when I was a freshman in high school, but he never paid attention to it," Nan Gengchen sighed: "Then all the female classmates gave up silently."

Hu Xiaoniu sighed: "Yangyang is just like him."

It's just that these two people who are not allowed to enter strangers got together inexplicably. Could it be that a negative makes a positive.

Until then, Zhang Tianzhen still hadn’t recovered: “Did I just have an illusion?”

"Maybe," Hu Xiaoniu replied.

On the road, Yangyang walked side by side next to Qingchen and asked curiously: "Classmate, have you always been so unique?"

"If you call being assertive a personality, then I have always been that way," Qingchen thought for a moment and replied, "If I know what I want, it will be difficult for others to influence my thoughts."

"Don't you have to care about what others think?" Yangyang was curious.

Qingchen was suddenly silent for a long time: "When we were young, we always listened to the adults, said hello to uncles and aunts, and performed a show for everyone during the Chinese New Year, no matter how shameful we were. When we grow up, we will care about the opinions of the people around us. Some people think you are rude, others think you are selfish, and you are kidnapped by them to change yourself, but in the end you find that you are actually not happy."

He looked at the girl: "A person is born and never lives for others. Guilt and consideration for others are actually a kind of negative energy, while willfulness and self-will are actually undervalued virtues."

Yangyang glanced at Qingchen strangely: "Very few people have such knowledge."

At this time, Qingchen suddenly asked: "You also came to Luocheng Foreign Language with a purpose, right?"

"Why do you ask," Yangyang said, tilting his head.

Qingchen shook his head: "I have my guess, and it will be known soon. Others are targeting Liu Dezhu, but I guess your target should be Prison No. 18 where Liu Dezhu is, right?"

"It seems that you have to be careful when dealing with smart people," Yangyang smiled, and neither of them revealed the secret.

When he got home, Qingchen said: "See you tomorrow."

Yangyang curled her lips: "Maybe we will meet again soon."

Qingchen returned home alone to cook.

He originally only planned to steam rice for one person, but finally thought about it and steamed it for two people.

After the vegetables were fried, Qingchen turned off the range hood and began to count in his mind, 10, 9, 8... 3, 2, 1.

Dong dong dong, there was a knock on the door.

He opened the door without any fluctuation in his heart, and saw that the girl next door had changed into home clothes and looked extremely casual.

Yangyang stood at the door with a letter in his hand: "That...has your letter."

Qingchen nodded and took it: "When was this letter from?"

"This morning," Yangyang said expressionlessly.

Qingchen was helpless. The other party woke up in the morning and saw this letter but did not bring it to him. He obviously wanted to keep it for dinner at night.

And Yangyang poked his head and looked around the room, only to find that two bowls of rice had been placed on the table, and two pairs of chopsticks had been placed.

Her expression suddenly relaxed: "I don't want to eat your meal for nothing, I can do you a favor!"

"What are you busy with?" Qingchen was curious.

"You will know soon," Yangyang said mysteriously.

This sentence made Qingchen extremely surprised. He had no idea what the other party was going to do.

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9 o'clock at night.

Qingchen unfolded the letter Yangyang brought. This time the content of the letter was very simple, telling him how to reply.

Maybe it was because the other party had not received a reply from Qingchen for a long time, so he finally thought of telling Qingchen how to reply.

It may also be that the other party failed to test and decided to continue soliciting.

There are chances, but Qingchen’s best choice is not to reply, say less and make fewer mistakes.

He took off his shirt and prepared to practice. However, at this moment, an inexplicable force came from nowhere, squeezing his bones and muscles.

It was as if something in the center of the earth was pulling him, forcing him to surrender to the earth.

It's gravity.

Qing Chen had some enlightenment.

The invisible gravity continued to increase tentatively, until at a certain moment when Qingchen felt that he could no longer bear it, the force user just right stopped the gravity at this stage.

"Hoo!"

Flame lines bloomed on Qingchen's cheeks, and the restraints on his body seemed to weaken with each breath.

Someone next door let out a light sigh, and soon, gravity reached his "critical point" again.

"It turns out that this is what 'doing a small favor' means."

The other party knew that he was practicing and that he was suffering from no weight, so he created a unique gravity field for himself.

Forcing him to practice when he can endure the limit.

Qingchen's expression did not change at all, but he started practicing as if nothing had happened.

The content of his practice today was no different from before, but the benefits he gained were extremely ferocious.

While breathing, he could even feel the rapid accumulation of endorphins brought to him by the breathing technique. Those wonderful enkephalins quickly regulated his heart rate, blood oxygen supply, and muscle status.

Pushing him to infinitely approach his most perfect athletic state.

In the past, he also carried out weight-bearing training under Ye Wan's guidance, but the weight of the dumbbells was fixed, but a person's physical fitness increased slowly.

It is impossible to practice practice today and gain 15KG of strength tomorrow.

So, the weight-bearing practices in the past were either too light or too heavy.

At this moment, Qingchen's feelings were completely different from those in the past. The gravity given to him by the other party almost perfectly matched his physical ability.

And unlike external weight-bearing, he is now in a real "gravity chamber".

Dong dong dong, there was a knock on the door.

Qingchen felt the gravity on his body suddenly release, and his whole body felt extremely relaxed.

This inexplicable sense of relaxation intertwined with the soothing feeling of endorphins actually made him sweat profusely for a moment, but he felt extremely energetic.

He looked at his palms and arms. This practice combined with breathing techniques seemed to have a miraculous effect.

Qingchen restrained his breathing skills and put on his shirt before walking over to open the door. Yangyang glanced at him appreciatively: "I thought you would be naked from the waist up. Yes, very polite."

The girl also wore fluffy blue little dinosaur pajamas, covering herself tightly.

Qingchen asked: "Have you noticed through force field perception before that I practice every day?"

"Of course," Yangyang said.

Qingchen frowned~IndoMTL.com~ If the force field perception is so keen, doesn't it mean that his privacy has been detected by this neighbor?

"Don't worry," Yangyang explained while sitting on the sofa: "The force field perception will not be so clear. The reason why I can tell that you are practicing is because of the fluctuation characteristics of the force field when people move efficiently. It’s more obvious.”

"Anyway, I have to say thank you," Qingchen thought for a moment and said, "If you can do this for me every day, I can cook for you every day."

This is definitely a real benefit to him.

If it is an ordinary person, it may take a month or two to feel the benefits of gravity practice, but he has breathing skills, and the change is too obvious.

Yangyang thought for a while: "The conditions for cooking are acceptable, but your cooking is not as good as the one upstairs. I overestimated you. Having said that, I am a little curious that it is obvious that you have become an extraordinary person. After that, you will be able to naturally improve your strength. Why do you still have to practice in the ordinary way, which is thankless and thankless?"

Qingchen did not answer this question because it was a secret.