Raised after a boy's scumbag

Chapter 70 More important than a love letter
"It's almost four o'clock, can't you go to class this afternoon?" Xu Chunfang was also very depressed. She had class in the afternoon and went to work after one o'clock. She thought her son had already gone to school, so she didn't care. She dismissed get out of class now When I came back, I found that my son was still sleeping, so I woke him up immediately.

"Ah, then I won't go." Liu Tong thought of the class in the afternoon. Although there was a class from the head teacher, it was obviously over, and the other physical chemistry, it's worth noting.

"You child, if you don't go to the teacher, you won't criticize you?"

"As long as I study well, the teacher won't care too much." Liu Tong smiled awkwardly, but he didn't plan to take a nap in the future.

In the end, it was Liu Tong who called the head teacher and said that he was a little dizzy in the afternoon, so he asked for a leave of absence.

The teacher in charge was very talkative and said to let him have a good rest, but just told him to ask for leave earlier next time.

Liu Tong stayed at home and continued to endorse. Anyway, there was no task during the day, so he continued to endorse for his dream of being a master.

Still memorizing English, this time he not only memorized the text, but also memorized all the homework questions and word lists.

Although the efficiency is very low, Liu Tong has the pleasure of completely mastering the content he has memorized.

As he became more and more involved in the endorsement, the speed of memory improved slightly compared to before. Although it still couldn't be compared with the mode of opening and hanging a few days ago, it also made Liu Tong feel a little comforted.

After dinner and being scolded by his mother again, Liu Tong got into the house again to memorize. The English book has a total of 187 pages. Before going to bed, Liu Tong recited 19 pages.This is also because I have almost memorized the previous text, so the progress is relatively fast.

Opening his eyes in a dream, Liu Tong came to the round stone house again.

"Xiaotong, I'm waiting for you to change my face, hurry up and Samsung, okay?" the yellow-faced man said with an expectant look.

"Teacher Hei, I will work hard." After Liu Tong finished speaking earnestly, he walked to the square mirror, looked at the bucket of skin peeling mud next to him, hesitated and asked, "Teacher Hei, I am a three-star disguiser!" Finally, can you send me some skin-changing mud to bring to reality?"

"I can't do this. You can draw a lottery and get it by luck."

"Can I have a look at the formula?"

"The formula is top-secret, and you can only get it through the mid-level lottery. It's not something you can expect now." Teacher Hei said.

"Okay." Liu Tong was very helpless. He was very entangled in this disguise technique. He wanted to quickly reach three stars and do other tasks, but felt that it was really completed, so he might lose the opportunity to practice disguise technique.

"Xiaotong, stop thinking about it, practice hard, you still have a long way to go."

"I understand." Liu Tong adjusted his mentality. For him, this Almighty Queen system must have a set of study plans for him. Sometimes the study may seem to be of little use, but it will lay the foundation for him in the future.

After putting himself into doing one thing seriously, Liu Tong's learning efficiency has greatly improved, and he has become more proficient in controlling the disguise technique.

After 13 more shapings, No.[-] Liu Tong shaped the appearance of Schwarzenegger, and was rated as a three-star by Mr. Hei.

"I'm quite satisfied with this appearance, and I'll change into this honor in the future." Teacher Hei took out a ball from the half bucket of skin-changing mud left, and after a while, it became the appearance of the governor.

"Teacher Hei..." Liu Tong suddenly saw Teacher Hei changing his face, and felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't think about what face to give him better.

"Since your task was completed too slowly, the system has decided to disqualify you from the lottery. Goodbye." The Terminator smiled and waved his hand.

"Damn..." Liu Tong couldn't help cursing, and then woke up from the bed.

The sky in Waiman was already slightly bright, so he moved his arm, and Liu Tong touched his chest.

"Liu Tong, appearance 11, intelligence 13, body 13, temperament 10;"

Seeing that his appearance had increased, Liu Tong secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Although he missed a chance to draw a lottery, this dungeon task is not a waste of time.

"Elementary task, create a 5-word online contracted novel, success rewards intelligence +1, rewards a primary lottery draw, failure punishes electric shock for 1 seconds, and resets the task, and the completion time limit is 30 hours."

Hearing the new task of the system, Liu Tong was a little dazed. This is the rhythm of asking him to write online novels.

But what does it mean to write 5 words but only give 72 hours?
As far as Liu Tong knows, although writing this online novel is not that difficult, writing 1 words a day is considered productive, but he is a novice, and the system requires him to write 3 words in 5 days.

Moreover, it's not the kind of novel that is chaotic and practiced, and it has to meet the signing standards.

"Could it be that the meaning of the system is to give me a taste of electric shock?" Liu Tong was complaining in his heart when he heard his mother call him out for dinner.

After breakfast, Liu Tong went out to school.

He was still thinking about how to complete this task. According to the time limit of the task, he might not have time to endorse it. He really didn’t know how to write a novel. He had a headache for a long time to write a composition, but now he has to write 5 [-] novels, this is simply difficult for the strong.

Of course, although Liu Tong felt it was difficult, he was not intimidated by this task. After all, he had experienced devil missions again and again.

"What is this? I am a man who wears even pantyhose, so I am afraid of writing a [-]-word novel?" Liu Tong thought to himself, and immediately began to conceive his own novel idea in his mind.

First of all, he considered writing down his experience, but then denied it. This is a top secret and cannot be revealed.

Secondly, he wanted to imitate some web articles, write about time travel, or system binding, but he felt that he was not interested, and he was afraid that he would not be able to write [-] words.

Then he thought about a few more ideas, but was rejected by himself again.

When he walked into the classroom and sat on his seat, Liu Tong suddenly had a flash of inspiration and planned to write a post-apocalyptic essay like a Terminator.

When he was reading online articles a while ago, he also came into contact with the end of the world, but the end of the world in it didn't attract him, or he didn't have a sense of substitution.

Now he wants to write a post-apocalyptic essay in his mind, but Mr. Hei's Terminator image gives him an idea.

"If you write a post-apocalyptic article, the protagonist is an otaku in the 21st century, who traveled to the Terminator in the 22nd century, and then returned to modern times to prevent the end of the world..." Liu Tong gradually had an idea for the construction of this book in his mind .

Maybe it was his first time writing a book, Liu Tong felt very excited, but when he wrote less than a thousand words in his exercise book, he had the idea of ​​giving up.

"I can't bear to read what is written here." Liu Tong looked at what he had written in the two classes, and had the idea of ​​tearing it up.

But he still held back. After all, this was his own first draft. As long as he carefully revised it, it might still be usable.

In the following time, he couldn't continue to write the book, so he revised the more than 1000 words in front of him repeatedly twice.

When school was over at noon, Liu Tong was slightly relieved. He felt that his writing was so-so, but he only wrote [-] words.

"Liu Tong, have you been writing love letters these few classes?" Bai Junle, the deskmate, asked curiously.

"It's more important than a love letter." Liu Tong responded casually.

(End of this chapter)