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Chapter 25 Pressure
Last time, Chen Jin's limit was seventeen moves.

These seventeen steps were not giant strides, but rather forced small steps. Taking into account the rugged rocky road, the actual horizontal distance of movement was estimated to be only six or seven meters.

Even if he entered the wilderness without stopping to reform and moved forward with full physical strength, he would probably only be able to walk about ten meters.

And the place where the magical golden light is located is four to five hundred meters away from Chen Jin!

Not to mention, there are various large rock protrusions along the way. If you include detours, it is possible to walk more than 1000 meters!

This made Chen Jin very worried.

At present, his initial idea is to use exoskeleton technology. After all, those off-road vehicles are expensive and cannot withstand the high temperature and gravity of the prehistoric world.

It’s just that it’s not easy to find a suitable exoskeleton, and the price of such products is not low.

Moreover, he also has to solve the problem of brain hypoxia in a high-gravity environment, which can only be resisted by improving his physical fitness.

"Currently I only have 1 energy point."

"According to the previous plan, the energy points needed for the next exploration of the wilderness will be conservatively estimated to be 50!"

"As for a little energy point, based on my current purchase channels, it will cost 3000 to [-] yuan! If I buy it with money, it would be too extravagant and wasteful! I'd better wait and accumulate it naturally!"

Soon, Chen Jin set a goal for himself, which was to complete all material reserves in the exploration plan within the fifty days of accumulating energy points, and at the same time improve his strength as much as possible!
"Strength is the foundation. You can't be arrogant and slack off just because you have a golden finger. You still have to practice hard!"

Chen Jin sighed with emotion, stopped thinking about it, and began to practice the physical training technique seriously.

Five days later, Class [-], Grade [-].

Chen Jin sat in his seat and listened carefully to the teacher's lecture, but others around him were obviously absent-minded.

This class is a Chinese class, which is not helpful for cultivation, and the next class is the last large-scale Qi and blood test before the end of the semester.

Compared with the last time, which was 27 days ago, there were obviously many fewer people in the class.

Some of them have reached the standard of Qi and blood and have gone to practice martial arts.

Most people are too lazy to come back to class after reaching the Qi and Blood level, because they feel that this cultural knowledge is not important.

Others skip school and go to the martial arts gym to exercise - they also feel that cultural knowledge is not important.

Chen Jin was noncommittal about this.

"Ajin, eight people in our class have already met the standard." Li Junjie tilted his head and said in a low voice, "There is still one month before the end of the semester. Are you sure?"

Chen Jin glanced at him and said, "It's okay."

"It's OK or not." Li Junjie sighed, "I've already spent 30 of the 14 my dad gave me. If the blood test doesn't reach 1.8 this time, it's basically out of the question. "

His voice was hoarse and there were thick dark circles under his eyes. It could be seen that he had not slept well during this period and was under great pressure.

There are many classmates in the same situation as him.

But the more this happens, the harder it is to improve Qi and blood!

Rest is crucial for the growth of Qi and blood.

Li Junjie and the others must know this, and the teacher will also give special instructions in the martial arts class.

But people are like this. The less you think about something, the easier it is for it to pop up in your mind. The less you want to be anxious, the more anxious you will be, the less you can sleep, and the more anxious you will be the next day after insomnia!Trapped in a vicious cycle.

Even if you know this, you can't get rid of it.

Chen Jin sighed, remembering his senior year in high school in his previous life. At that time, there were many classmates who were tortured by the pressure of the college entrance examination.Generally speaking, the pressure of martial arts classes is not as high as that of the college entrance examination. After all, only a few people can enter martial arts classes. Many people just give up this path when they see no hope. Moreover, the teachers have been instilling that ordinary people can also A very promising point of view, no worse than a warrior.

However, for those students who have invested a lot of money to buy the elixir, the burden is much heavier.

"Giggle."

A short and crisp voice sounded. A fat man named Song Peng, who was sitting in front of Chen Jin on the left, was pressing the mechanical pencil in his hand. His legs were shaking like a sieve, and he was constantly hitting the table frame, but he himself seemed to be like He didn't realize it, but his face was pale, as if he was about to collapse at any time.

Chen Jin heard from Li Junjie that he started taking elixirs when he was a freshman in high school. In the first two months, his qi and blood values ​​were among the best in the class, but then his ranking began to drop.

In order to stabilize his grades, Song Peng focused entirely on his cultivation. He did not participate in any social interactions among classmates and did not like to talk to others, just like Wei Tian.

However, the effect was not very good, and his qi and blood progress was getting slower and slower visibly to the naked eye.

It is said that Song Peng is from a single-parent family. In order for her to attend martial arts classes, his mother spent all her savings of 30 yuan and borrowed a lot of money from other relatives.

If the gas and blood do not reach the standard before the end of the period,
Chen Jin didn't dare to think about it anymore. Even an adult like him felt suffocated by this huge pressure, let alone a freshman in high school?

Sometimes, parents' expectations for their children can actually destroy them.

"Dear students, in this class we will test your qi and blood. I believe you are already familiar with the process. Next, please ask the students who read their student IDs to come on stage to test."

In the anxious atmosphere in the class, the Chinese class ended and it was finally time for the Qi and blood test.

The students came forward to test one after another. Some had given up long ago and looked relaxed. Some were still working hard but realized that there was little hope. The others were listless. Although they were disappointed after seeing the data, it was still expected.

Only those who were only one step away from the martial arts class looked nervous.

"Wow!"

At this time, a girl suddenly broke down and cried after the test results came out!
This is a girl who usually pays attention to her image, but now she is crying on the podium.

The teacher hurriedly called his classmates to send him to a psychiatrist for guidance, but even so, the cry made the whole class seem to be shrouded in a dark cloud.

"The next one, No. 26, Song Peng!"

As the teacher's voice fell, Song Peng stood up tremblingly, his chubby body swaying like a roly-poly.

"Is it so exaggerated?" Li Junjie murmured in a low voice, as if seeing someone who was more anxious than himself, he actually relaxed a little.

"Don't be nervous." The teacher comforted him and began to measure Song Peng's qi and blood.

Soon, a number appeared on the display.

【1.83】

At the moment when the number appeared, Song Peng breathed rapidly. He leaned on the chair with sweat on his face, as if he was about to collapse. The teacher shouted twice in succession, but it was as if he was not heard.

"I remember the last test of 1.83 was 1.77, right? It has increased by 0.06 in almost a month?" Li Junjie said in surprise.

The further back the Qi and blood are, the more difficult it will be to improve. If you continue to maintain this speed, the martial arts class will almost certainly be out of business.

Chen Jin thought it was normal. Looking at Song Peng's behavior, he was afraid that he would have mental problems due to the huge pressure. It would be good if his energy and blood did not decline.

In the end, Song Peng was helped off the stage by two students. Everyone looked at him with sympathy, and some whispered comfort, but Chen Jin knew that this would only make Song Peng collapse even more.

"Next, No. 28, Li Junjie!"

(End of this chapter)