Introduction

There is a county in Long State. Rainbows appear almost every time the counties in the county rain, hence the name Hong County.

Millions of people come to visit every year to enjoy the natural beauty that is rare elsewhere.

There is a county in Hong County, originally named Wende County. Because Wu Weiyang, a martial arts genius, appeared two thousand years ago, and entered the Tao with martial arts, and eventually broke the void and became a saint, achieving enlightenment. From then on, Wende County was renamed Wusheng County.

Everyone in Wusheng County practices martial arts, and there are many talents, and martial arts is at its peak.

These are all records in the Hongjun County Chronicles and Wusheng County Chronicles, proving that Hongjun and Wusheng County were once also good places with outstanding personal land and were once brilliant.

After closing the Wusheng County Chronicles boredly, Wang Hao stretched out his chubby index finger, rubbed his eyes, and sighed: "Oh, what a great era, it's magnificent and desirable, but unfortunately, I didn't catch up."

For thousands of years, there has never been a rainbow in Hong County, and it has long been changed to Hongzhou City. People have long forgotten the name and origin of Hong County.

The martial arts in Wusheng County have long declined and are no longer as glorious as before. Although there is still a custom of practicing martial arts among the people, there is no more martial arts hall in the entire county.

Well, this may not be completely true. There is a Taekwondo hall that has just been opened for less than a year and is currently being sublease.

"Dad asked me to see this, what does it mean? Feel the supreme glory of the Martial Saint?" Wang Hao scratched his head, saying that it was difficult to understand the thinking of adults.

Let’s play games. My parents are not at home, so I’ll eat chicken tonight, which is a blessing!

He threw Wusheng County Chronicles on the bed, ran into his parents' bedroom, and turned on the computer.

Today is Saturday. In the evening, my parents went to my hometown to see my grandfather. He said he wanted to do his homework, but he didn't go. My father threw him a book of Wusheng County Chronicles and told him to see it without any trouble.

Haha, my parents thought that if they didn’t tell him the broadband password, they wouldn’t be able to access the Internet, but they didn’t know that he had already created the password through the cracking tutorial online.

It feels so good to go online!

All night, Wang Hao was in high excitement. A guy named "There is a mine at home" was shot by Wang Hao and got angry. He spent the whole night asking for abuse.

Wang Hao was naturally satisfied and showed off his various operations to his heart's content, grenade bombing, sniper rifle headshot, AK47 hits into sieve, daggers cut throat, etc.

Wang Hao in the game is agile and quick to react, and is definitely a master of greatness.

It was not until dawn that the electricity suddenly stopped at home. Wang Hao also felt a headache and fell asleep.

The weather in summer is already changing, and the sky was clear the moment before. Suddenly, a thunder sounded, and heavy rain might immediately occur.

It is also possible that nothing happened after the thunder.

This is especially true in the summer of 2019.

After Wang Hao fell asleep, there was a sudden lightning and thunder outside, and a thunderstorm broke out.

On the roof of his house, a steel pipe on the clothes rack was broken by lightning.

Wang Hao, who was sleeping, naturally knew nothing.

Chapter 1 Poor Students

Wusheng County No. 1 Middle School.

Grade 2 (1).

The students are going to study at night.

When memorizing the book, he glanced at the textbook from time to time to help me recall; when he was doing the test, he gently bit his pen, as if he was looking forward to biting out the answer; when he read the novel, he turned a blind eye to the outside world, and only read the book of Ascension to the Immortal; when he was whispering, he didn't know what ridiculous thing he said.

A sixteen or seven-year-old fat man was distracted.

He is about 1.7 meters tall, but he looks like his body has not yet grown completely.

He has a fat round face of a baby, a pair of round eyes, two curved eyebrows, and rosy lips like red cherries embedded in fat flesh, which makes him look festive.

He lazily put his elbows on the desk, held his chin with his hands, and stared at the broken spider webs in the corner of the wall, but his thoughts were floating where they were.

He is Wang Hao, the protagonist of this book.

Since he played the game for a night that day, he has been having a strange dream for many days.

In the dream, there was a voice calling him somewhere: "Wang Hao, Wang Hao..."

He walked in the direction of the sound, walking, running...

He felt that his body seemed to have become lighter, as light as a feather, so light that he could glide on the ground as soon as he could.

He stretched his body to the fullest, like a flying bird, crossed the city, crossed the river, and crossed the forest...

Finally, I came to a high mountain peak and stood on the edge of the cliff.

There is no way out.

But the voice was still ahead, calling him constantly, "Wang Hao, Wang Hao..."

The cliff fell down further. Wouldn't you die?

The originally comfortable and comfortable feeling suddenly turned into fear.

He was afraid that he would fall down accidentally.

However, the sound seemed to have a tempting force that drove him to move forward little by little, as if the unknown force was fighting with him for control of his legs and feet.

That extreme fear would make him sweat and wake up.

Why do you have such a dream?

Who called him in the dream?

Will you die if you jump off the cliff?

Maybe, I'm about to know.

Every time he woke up, he remembered that his feet moved forward a little more.

If you do it again, it will probably fall...

Chemistry teacher Zhuang Muyan walked in with the test paper in his arms and a water cup in his hand, preparing to explain the afternoon test paper to everyone.

In the eyes of classmates, Zhuang Muyan is a stubborn old man in his sixties. He is the only one among the teachers who likes to wear Zhongshan suits. His preference is outrageous. He wears Zhongshan suits all year round, regardless of cold or heat!

However, to be honest, Zhuang Muyan is an extremely responsible teacher. In this era when teachers are perfunctory in class and teach seriously after class, it is rare for him to focus on students like him.

Therefore, most students are still very quiet when they are giving lectures, and even if they can't listen, they won't make trouble.

One is out of respect, the other is fear.

I was scared because he had the chalk-playing skills that could hit him wherever he had one finger, which was so accurate!

"I will tell you about the afternoon exam paper..."

Suddenly, "Hululu~", a slight snoring sounded in the quiet classroom, attracting all the students' gazes.

Who is so talented?

Do you dare to sleep in Laozhuang's chemistry class, aren't you afraid of his chalk playing?

Zhuang Muyan put down the test paper in his hand, pushed the reading glasses upwards, looked in the direction of snoring, then stretched out his finger and gestured on the seat map of the podium, raised his head, and shouted: "Wang Hao!"

Wang Hao stood up and looked around in a daze. When he saw Zhuang Muyan on the podium, he was shocked!

Uh, when did Teacher Zhuang come?

"Your name is Wang Hao, right? Let me tell me, how many moles of water vapor are obtained by burning two moles of hydrogen in one mole of oxygen?"

Actually asked this question?

Wang Hao was happy. He probably didn't know about other questions. What, haha...

He only did this first fill-in-the-blank question in the chemistry test paper.

Of course, two plus one equals three, all primary school students know it, okay.

"Of course it's three mol."

No matter whether it is mol or fungus, it is just a quantifier, he replied with a smile.

"Three~Mo~er~?"

In three simple words, the sound is higher than the other.

Zhuang Muyan waved his big hand and a piece of small chalk hit Wang Hao's forehead accurately.

Oh, it hurts a little!

Wang Hao stretched out his hand to cover his forehead.

"Sanmore, I'll call you threemore!"

Two more pieces of chalk hit Wang Hao's unstoppable forehead, and it actually hit the same point!

It hurts! It hurts very much!

Wang Hao felt angry, Damn, isn’t two plus one equal to three?

It can't be ~, four?

Guo Feng, who was at the same table, gently pressed him with the tip of his elbow, and prompted in an almost inaudible voice: "Two Moore, two Moore."

However, his voice was so small that Wang Hao didn't hear it at all.

"How much is it? If you can't answer, you will stand to attend class!" Zhuang Muyan asked again.
To be continued...