Global high martial arts dead air panel

Chapter 80 Past and Present
Ahh, exposed.

Guo Shengye thought calmly, his fingers continued to dance on the keyboard.

Fang Ping beside him couldn't get an answer, so he scratched his head anxiously.

"You really crossed?"

"Are you from the same place as I am?"

"What did you do before?"

Guo Shengye recalled it with difficulty: "I used to be a rich second generation who ate and waited to die."

And he was a bully, a lawless bastard who could shout "My father is Li Gang" in the street.

Fang Ping: "Fuck!"

Why are people from the rich second generation in their past and present lives?

Fang Ping felt sad when he thought of the house he had waited for for ten years without being demolished.

"Then you are also from the... cough cough world?"

Guo Shengye glanced at Fang Ping: "You obviously come from a peaceful world."

Fang Ping's quail appearance when he first entered school was still fresh in everyone's memory.

That is the kind of gentle temperament that can only be cultivated in peaceful times.

Fang Ping became interested: "Are you from the war-torn era?"

Speaking of this, Fang Ping said maliciously: "Then do you know what the wild king means?"

Guo Shengye patted Fang Ping's shoulder with a lot of strength, and Fang Ping cried out in pain.

After Fang Ping calmed down, he leaned over and asked curiously: "Since you know the wild king, it means that you are in a similar era to me. Then why did you come from the war-torn era?"

Guo Shengye asked rhetorically, "Why can't war happen in modern society?"

Fang Ping nodded: "That's right. Then how did you die?"

Guo Shengye asked, "Are you polite?"

Fang Ping also changed his words very quickly and asked, "Then how did you die?"

Guo Shengye said in a normal tone: "It's normal to die in a war."

While speaking, Guo Shengye never took his eyes off the computer screen.

"Aren't you a rich second generation who just eats and waits to die?"

Fang Ping wondered, no matter what, it will not be Guo Shengye's turn.

Guo Shengye asked rather unreservedly: "What's wrong with the rich second generation, the rich second generation can't join the army? Can't they go to the battlefield?"

Fang Ping joked, "I never imagined that you have been defending your home and country in your past and present lives."

Guo Shengye rolled his eyes: "Fuck you."

He is not a prodigal son.

At the very beginning, Guo Shengye felt that only he could bully these people, and outsiders could not bully them.

So he simply left a letter to his family and left home to join the army.

In the end, dying on the battlefield was considered a worthy death, and he was willing to do so.

"Is there anything else for you? Get out of here if you have nothing to do."

Guo Shengye flipped through the materials next to him, and said impatiently, "I'm here to disturb the seniors' studies."

"Why are you a senior again?"

"Nonsense, I'm about to graduate, so that's your senior."

Fang Ping was speechless: "After that, wouldn't I be No.08 in the 1 class?"

"Yes, you are right, I will try to be No.1 among the three generations of old, middle-aged and young."

Guo Shengye also started to brag, although he is not as good as some old people now, but sooner or later.

Fang Ping stopped chatting with him, got up and said, "Then I'm leaving, don't look for me if you have nothing to do."

"Uh-huh."

"Hey."

Fang Ping sat down again, and asked, "Is your dog beating stick technique real or fake?"

"Are you going?"

Fang Ping said cheekily: "I'll leave after I finish asking, are you serious or not?"

"of course it's true."

Guo Shengye said proudly, "This is a method of warfare practiced on the battlefield."

Fang Ping continued to ask cheekily: "Then can I learn?"

Guo Shengye asked curiously, "Didn't you learn knives? Your governor is not enough for you to learn?"

"But I also like Mr. Jin."

Guo Shengye nodded: "If you want to learn it, you can go to the Mowu Warfare Room to find it."

Fang Ping rubbed his little hands, and asked: "By the way, can you also create the evil sword manual, when the time comes, I will definitely give up the sword and use the sword."

Although this world has titles such as dog-beating stick method, there are no martial arts novels by Mr. Jin.

Fang Ping realized that Guo Shengye was time-traveling after reading the specific moves of the dog-beating-stick method written in the thesis.

"Are you going to go or not?"

"It's not that I push my feet, it's mainly..."

"Get out or not?"

Fang Ping silently glanced at the spear that suddenly appeared in Guo Shengye's hand, turned around and left.

This guy actually has storage space.

However, Guo Shengye has many secrets, and the storage space is just one of them.

Fang Ping teased the mysterious man Guo Shengye in his heart.

Fortunately, Fang Ping himself did not have obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Otherwise, he would get to the bottom of it and solve all these mysteries about Guo Shengye one by one.

Fang Ping thought, if there really was such a person, who would be crazy at that time.

Is it a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, or Guo Shengye himself?
After Guo Shengye stayed in the library for a few more days, he took the USB flash drive to Huang Jing's office.

Because of having a student who often makes troubles, now Mowu is used to doing special things.

After Huang Jing assembled all the teachers and finished the test papers, the examination room was set up in Huang Jing's office.

Guo Shengye handed the USB flash drive to Huang Jing: "It contains my graduation thesis, please print it out for me."

Good guy, Huang Jing was shocked, it was the first time he saw such a ignorant and arrogant student.

This is equivalent to the accused suspect going to court, handing the materials he prepared to the judge, and asking the judge to print them out for him.

what?
Mowu's vice principal, it's all right.

With a small theater in his mind, Huang Jing turned on the computer on his desk and prepared to print out his papers.

"The test paper is over there. It is now 9:27, you wait for 3 minutes, and the answer sheet will start on time at 09:30."

Huang Jing pointed to the specially moved set of desks and chairs placed in the center of the office.

Guo Shengye obediently sat on the chair, waiting for the time to come.

The long legs couldn't be stretched under the table, looking a little aggrieved.

At 09:30, Guo Shengye began to write the stack of thick test papers.

It can't be said to be a test paper, it is almost a collection of test questions and a tutorial book.

Guo Shengye began to answer questions, while Huang Jing began to read Guo Shengye's papers.

Huang Jing was a bit obsessive-compulsive. While reading it, he arranged a layout for Guo Shengye's thesis.

Because both teachers and students are masters, there is no need to eat, drink and sleep.

So this special exam lasted from 09:30 in the morning until 05:30 in the afternoon.

After eight hours of writing, Guo Shengye handed in the paper.

After handing in the paper, Guo Shengye said dissatisfiedly, "Why are there so many topics for discussion, I almost broke my hands when I wrote them."

Huang Jing handed the printed and bound graduation thesis to Guo Shengye, and said, "If you can break the golden bone, it will be included in the annals of history."

Guo Shengye kept silent, how embarrassing that would be.

The eighth-rank master who wrote the test paper until his hand broke?

The general election can be loaded with historical jokes.

Guo Shengye was holding the thesis, and the nails were neatly bound on it, which was very pleasing to the eye.

"Thank you, Old Huang."

Guo Shengye patted Huang Jing on the shoulder: "Then I'm leaving, you can correct it slowly, the defense time is still 09:30 tomorrow, right?"

Huang Jing said with a dark face, "Yes."

He has no respect for his elders, a brat who is neither big nor small.

Guo Shengye ignored him and left the office humming a song.

　Graduation thesis is really difficult to write, and typesetting is also really difficult.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)