I just want to be stable, I was hung up and became a Valkyrie

Chapter 7 The beginning of the story

Bounce squats, narrow-pitch push-ups, and pull-ups are all basic exercises in martial arts classes. Shen Qian has always been very clear about his limits.

He knows that hard work may not change his destiny, but at least he won't regret it, so he basically won't be lazy.

But today's training memory of the system hanging up has somewhat subverted his perception of himself.

Of course, on the one hand, it was because the effect of the physical medicine was still in play, but it was not all because of the physical medicine.

After Shen Qian loaded the "training memory", he found the gap between himself and the system from those familiar and unfamiliar movements.

All the movements of the self under the control of the system, whether it is the range, strength or overall beauty, can only be described as perfect, which is a textbook-like standard.

At this time, as his physical fitness slowly recovered, Shen Qian had a strong feeling that he had improved again.

It's a pity that there is no simulator next to it, but I don't know how much progress has been made.

Hastily tidying up all the clothes on the balcony, Shen Qian sighed, it's still caused by lack of money, otherwise wouldn't it be nice to go directly to the Budokan to rent it out?
……

For the next week, Shen Qian felt that he had completely become a "waste".

Apart from the daily classes and eating and drinking, what Shen Qian needs to do every day is to wait for the blessing of the system father, and then sleep, day after day.

The system can accurately grasp the limit of his exercise every time, and his training volume is increasing at an inconspicuous but very stable rate, and he will become energetic again after a sleep.

At the same time, his appetite also increased. Fortunately, the most energy-supplementing meat is not expensive. Wang Xiaojuan didn't say anything other than complaining that the refrigerator was empty again.

What comforted Shen Qian the most was the stability of the system father.

Shen Qian was exercising on the rooftop in various postures, but he had never been bumped into by anyone. From the perspective of probability, this was basically impossible. He could only attribute everything to the system.

For the sake of caution, Shen Qian didn't go to the physical examination hall this week, so he could only roughly estimate his own strength. He felt that his physical fitness might have reached the minimum standard line of last year's martial arts college entrance examination.

Shen Qian also tried to get rid of this feeling of cultivating a puppet, but when he found that he was exhausted and could not reach the efficiency of the system, Shen Qian gave up with peace of mind.

"Drip!"

Today is Friday, after eating, Shen Qian, who had just experienced another round of devil training, was sipping water when he heard the bracelet vibrate, Shen Qian took it out and took a look.

Messages popped up in the 109 class group.

Zhou Xu: "What are you all doing? Tomorrow weekend, is there a team for the night in the VR pavilion?"

Zhang Ziqiang: "111, a new copy of the national server of "War God" has been released, let's experience it together!"

Huo Shuai: "It costs one or two hundred for the night package, it's too expensive, it's better for AA to sing..."

A group of boys chattered and discussed. Shen Qian saw at a glance that the participants in the discussion were all scum of the hopeless martial arts college entrance examination. He couldn't help but smiled contemptuously.

Wang Yangming: "Why don't you come to play near my house? I have opened a new VR museum here, and new customers get a discount!"

Zhou Xu: "No games at all?"

Wang Yangming: "Hey, I have everything you need..."

Shen Qian, who was about to close the group chat, saw the message from Wang Yangming, sat up from the bed in an instant, and began to rummage through the change in his coat.

"The necessary combination of work and rest is conducive to the healthy development of martial arts, and the guidelines in textbooks must always be followed."

I successfully found the 30 yuan pocket money Wang Xiaojuan gave yesterday to Shen Qian. I opened the bracelet and was about to ask Wang Yangming for an address, but the bracelet vibrated first.

Shen Qian glanced at it, it was a video call from Ding Yi, although he was reluctant, he still switched to voice mode and answered it.

"Shen Qian, where are you? Why don't you answer the video?" As soon as the phone rang, Ding Yi's hasty but cold voice rang out.

"I was just about... no, why should I report this kind of thing to you?" Shen Qian asked wittily.

Ding Yi was silent for a short while, then avoided Shen Qian's question, and then asked: "Are you going to play those messy VR games with them?"

"What crazy words are you talking about? When did you see me go to those places?" Shen Qian said righteously.

"Well, really not." Ding Yi thought for a while and agreed with Shen Qian.

"Then I'll..."

Shen Qian was about to hang up the phone, but Ding Yi immediately asked, "Are you busy today?"

"Yes!" Shen Qian made a "thump" in his heart, and opened his mouth to come.

"Put it off until tomorrow."

"I can't push it."

"Then you pay back the money today."

"Oh... I pushed it away."

"I'll wait for you in the central square in an hour."

Until he hung up the phone and scolded himself for being spineless, Shen Qian put on his coat and went out listlessly, and made another phone call before leaving.

"Hey, Lao Wang, when will the new visitor event in your VR pavilion end..."

"Today?! Ayurat?"

"...Gan!"

……

In the central square of Jingcheng City, dusk has passed, and it is the busiest time.

But Shen Qian, who arrived by bus, still saw Ding Yi standing under the Tai'a Sword statue at a glance.

The statue's spotlights hit her in pieces, and the three-dimensional facial features showed a lot of shadows, but they still couldn't cover the bright eyes. Too fair skin would give people the illusion that she is of mixed race, but the eyebrows and eyes The lips are distinct and have the charm of oriental classical beauty.

The familiar high ponytail, knee-length plaid skirt, and 177's small height are extremely conspicuous, and the flow of people in that area has slowed down a lot because of this.

"Shen Qian, why are you so slow?" Ding saw Shen Qian's foot move, but then he stood still and waited until Shen Qian walked over, and then asked coldly.

"I don't know what's going on. There are policemen checking the cars at many intersections in the southern area. The buses stop and go, which is much slower than usual." Shen Qian explained.

He didn't lie about this, since he agreed to Ding Yichen, he wouldn't intentionally ink it.

"It should be because of the group of scavengers who sneaked in?" Ding Yi guessed, "I also saw the police interrogating the central square just now."

"There have been scavengers sneaking in before, why is there such a big battle this time?" Shen Qian frowned.

"I read the news that it was because not only were there a huge number of scavengers crossing the border this time, but there were also an unknown number of warriors among them."

"Musha?"

Shen Qian suddenly realized that it made sense.

Even the lowest-level novice warriors are extremely lethal to ordinary people, and a little carelessness can cause serious bloodshed. Jingcheng has been peaceful for many years due to the existence of Jingcheng Hou. No wonder the policemen are so nervous .

"By the way, where are we going?"

Before they knew it, the two had already left the central square and turned into another street, Shen Qian remembered to ask.

Ding glanced at Shen Qian but didn't speak, he just quickened his pace.

Shen Qian, who was familiar with her personality, shrugged his shoulders, and didn't bother to ask any more questions. He was half a step behind and glanced at Ding Yi's white legs from time to time, which was not boring.

At some point, Ding Yi stopped, "Shen Qian, do you still remember this place?"

Shen Qian had realized where Ding Yi was going to take him a minute ago, looking at the brightly lit Jingcheng National Martial Arts Hall in front of him, Shen Qian also grinned.

All stories have a beginning.

Jingcheng National Martial Arts Center had opened a special martial arts training class for teenagers three years ago. The reason why this special training class caused a sensation at the time was because Jingcheng Marquis Gao Wenyuan would also teach a class in it.

Shen Qianhuai paid the registration fee with a huge sum of 3000 yuan from his parents, but he met a crying Ding Yi at the door.

She raised her head and stood under the streetlight where they were standing at the moment, tears streaming down her face, but she insisted on not making a sound.

Knowing that Ding Yi's money had been stolen, Shen Qian was so passionate that he lent his registration fee to Ding Yi at the risk of his parents breaking his leg.

Only later did Shen Qian know that it was the last half hour of the registration deadline.

It was only later that Ding Yi found out that Shen Qian only had 3000 yuan.

"Actually, that matter...you really don't owe me anything."

Shen Qian looked at Ding Yi's bright eyes at this moment, and suddenly felt a little pang in his conscience, so he decided to tell the truth, "Actually, I went in once before I borrowed from you, but I was rejected because of my poor talent... ...So, ahem..."

"..." Ding Yi was silent for a while, and then said lightly, "I know..."

"You know?" Shen Qian heaved a sigh of relief, but the next moment he took another breath, and his eyes moved down to the slender fingers pinching his waist.

"If I knew, I would have lent you money for three years?" Ding Yi said through gritted teeth, turning his hands a few more times.

(End of this chapter)