Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 2 Experience Panel
Outside the car window, the city night view is colorful.

Fang Cheng leaned against the cold seat back of the bus.

The pupils also flashed with a strange light.

Right in front of him, a light blue screen slowly unfolded.

The passenger sitting next to him didn't notice anything unusual.

【Character Panel】

[Name: Fang Cheng]

[Age: 23 years old]

【Strength: 7】

[Agility: 9]

[Physique: 8]

【Spirit: 18】

[Attribute points: 0]

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【Talent Panel】

【Beauty (Green Excellent)】

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[Skill Panel]

[Speed Reading Level 1 (19/250)]

[Focus lv1 (53/250)]

[Cooking skill level 0 (27/100)]

【Cleaning level 0 (68/100)】

[Boxing lv0 (54/100)]

………………

Fang Cheng is a time traveler.

Strictly speaking, it was a reincarnation, and his wisdom only awakened two months ago.

This panel, which resembles a game character, appears naturally as memories of the past life are revived.

Just like the virtual optical computer in science fiction novels, it is a translucent screen that can only be seen by the host.

Fang Cheng calls it the "Life Game Experience Panel."

After a period of exploration and practice, I roughly understood its operating mechanism.

As long as you devote yourself to something, there is a chance that you will unlock a skill bar on the panel.

The size of this probability is related to the basic skills mastered. The more proficient you are, the greater the probability.

After that, you can continue to gain experience and upgrade by continuously practicing this skill.

Every time a skill is upgraded, you can get special enhancement rewards.

For example, related attribute points, or skill effects...

So far, the biggest benefit this golden finger has brought to Fang Cheng is that it has rekindled his passion for learning.

In fact, I am more diligent and self-disciplined than when I was in school.

After more than a month of self-study for the postgraduate entrance examination, Fang Cheng successively unlocked the two skills of "speed reading" and "concentration".

In daily life, the "cooking" skill is unlocked.

After that, I changed my part-time job and specifically found a job in a fight club.

It is for safety reasons, wanting to learn some self-defense skills for free, and also to verify ideas.

In addition to learning and life skills, is it possible to unlock other types of skills?

As it turned out, Fang Cheng's idea was correct.

"Earn 20 experience points for one actual combat."

"Compared to practicing alone, the efficiency is much higher..."

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered and he closed the panel.

His eyes then fell on the knuckles of his right hand, which were broken and bleeding.

This was caused by hitting the drunkard's skull with a fist.

The forces are transmitted to each other, and hitting someone means also having to bear some damage.

Therefore, boxers usually wear boxing gloves during training, mainly to reduce the risk of injury.

Fang Cheng rubbed his slightly sore wrist joint.

"My body is still too fragile..."

Upgrade the "Speed Reading" and "Concentration" skills to gain a total of 5 attribute bonus points.

Unfortunately, due to the characteristics of the skill itself, it can only be added to the mental attributes.

After all, being a spirited nerd is conceivable.

It is not realistic to become a muscular man by keeping fit through reading and writing.

Otherwise, you can consider improving your physical fitness first.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath and gradually calmed his violently beating heart.

After being a stay-at-home for two lifetimes, this was the first time I had a serious fight with someone and defeated the enemy.

It was inevitable that he would feel a little excited, which also gave him some inexplicable confidence.

"Ding dong."

"We have arrived at Jiuchang Street. Please take your belongings with you and get off through the back door. Please be careful when getting off the bus..."

The bus arrival announcement sounded.

Fang Cheng picked up his bag and got out of the car.

I looked up and saw few street lights and piles of garbage around.

Then he crossed the road and walked into an even narrower and darker alley.

The houses on both sides are dilapidated, with messy electric wires and are very close to each other.

Privately modified sheds and advertisements selling all kinds of counterfeit and contraband goods can be seen everywhere.

This street is called Old Factory Street, and most of the surrounding buildings were rebuilt in the early post-war period.

Fifty years of peace have enabled the country's economy to develop rapidly and its society to flourish.

A large number of people continued to pour into Dongdu, the political and economic center, causing extremely tight housing resources.

The old city area of Jiangbei has become an ideal place for many migrant workers and low-income groups to live because of its outdated housing facilities and relatively low rents.

Fang Cheng stopped in front of a red brick tube building.

Look up.

The corridor downstairs is already filled with bicycles and electric bikes parked by people returning from get off work, almost blocking the road.

The windows on the nine floors were light and dark, and from time to time one could hear the crying of children and the rustling sound of a housewife frying food with a spatula.

Fang Cheng walked up the stairs where the light bulbs were missing, step by step.

Until I reached the top floor, I found several iron basins in the aisle.

There were sparks in the basin, as well as unburned paper ashes and black smoke coming out.

Most families here install anti-theft iron gates.

It is one of those old-fashioned sliding and folding doors, connected by several iron bars at the top and bottom.

In summer, if residents are at home, they usually open the inner door and close the iron grille to facilitate ventilation.

Few people do this in winter.

At night, the closed corridors on both sides lack light and always look eerie.

Fang Cheng glanced at him in confusion, took out the key from his pocket, and walked to his door.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise of the iron gates being opened from the only house nearby where lights were on.

A plump middle-aged woman poked her head out, waved and called out:

"Ah Cheng, wait a moment."

He seemed to have been waiting for a long time, then turned around and shouted into the house:
"Xiu Mei, quickly bring the paper money and paper clothes prepared on the table!"

"Oh."

Following a clear response, a quiet girl wearing a headband ran out.

She handed the things to the woman, raised her eyes to glance at Fang Cheng, then lowered her head and retreated back into the house.

"Your mother is really so busy that she even forgot what day it is today."

The woman stuffed a large stack of carefully made paper clothes and gold ingots into Fang Cheng's hand.

Then he reminded with concern:

"I'll burn the stuff when I get home, and then burn some incense for your dad. By the way, do you have any more incense and candles at home?"

"Yes, thank you Aunt He."

Fang Cheng held it in both hands and a grateful smile appeared on his face.

Come to think of it, today should be the "Cold Clothes Festival" for commemorating ancestors.

Nowadays, the pace of urban life is fast, and the younger generation rarely celebrates this traditional festival.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries and then stopped talking.

Fang Cheng took the paper and opened the iron door with the advertisement on it.

With a click, the incandescent light in the entrance hall turned on.

An ordinary family full of the flavor of the times then came into view.

The house is not big. The living room, dining room and kitchen are connected together and are no more than 30 square meters.

The old tables, chairs and floors had peeling paint, but they were still scrubbed clean and shiny.

The other various furniture and furnishings were also arranged in order, and it was obvious that someone had tidied and cleaned them not long ago.

Fang Cheng knew that it was his mother who came back.

My grandfather was diagnosed with stomach cancer and came from the countryside to Dongdu for hospitalization and chemotherapy.

In her spare time, she and her uncle take care of the child.

I've been so busy all day that it's rare for me to go home and have a good night's sleep recently.

Fang Cheng changed his shoes silently and walked into the house.

I walked on the creaking floor and came to the cabinet where the TV was placed.

There was a framed photo of a young couple holding a one-month-old baby.

The woman is beautiful and gentle, the man is handsome and cheerful, and the happiness in their eyes seems to be able to be transmitted to the outside world through the glass.

This photo frame was also wiped very clean, and a small copper stove was placed in front of it.

The incense in the censer had already burned out, leaving only the bamboo stick at the bottom.

Fang Cheng opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet and searched carefully.

While searching, an old newspaper was found which was buried under some debris.

There was half a news headline written on the yellowed paper.

"…The murderer shot himself, and the bloody secret was buried in the sea of fire…"

Finally, I found only half a bundle of incense sticks left.

Fang Cheng pulled out three cigarettes and relit them.

Then he squatted outside the door, holding a broken tin basin, and burned the paper clothes and gold ingots one by one.

Looking at the rising smoke and sparks, Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the darkness, the firelight made his face red and his pupils flicker.

It seems to awaken some long-forgotten memories.

After a while, the sacrifice ended.

Fang Cheng returned to the house, washed up, and went into the bedroom.

Instead of going to sleep and resting, I prepared to start studying on my own.

This bedroom-cum-study is only six square metres.

It was a small space, with no toys or decorations and no posters of female stars.

There are piles of eye-catching academic works on the desk, including "World History", "The Prince", "Criminal Psychology", etc.

The cover of one of the books that was spread out read "General Principles of Criminal Law".

Fang Cheng sat down, picked up the alarm clock and glanced at the time.

10: 29.

"You can still study for an hour and a half."

He adjusted the timing function first, then took a deep breath.

At the same time, I silently thought in my heart:
"Focus skill, activate!"

"Speed reading skill, activated!"

In an instant, Fang Cheng's eyes calmed down, and it was as if a button was pressed in his mind.

All the previous disturbing thoughts were completely banished.

All the noises in my ears, such as car horns and babies crying, gradually faded away and disappeared...

Fang Cheng's face became as calm as an old monk in meditation, but his pupils were moving rapidly.

Almost every 3 or 4 seconds, my fingers turned over a page of the book.

His eyes were bright and shining, just like a laser printer constantly scanning and inputting textbook contents.

The second hand of the alarm clock moved one by one.

The thick book was constantly turning, and the remaining pages were getting fewer and fewer.

suddenly--

Fang Cheng's brows were knitted together, and his face showed pain.

Almost at the same time, the alarm clock also made a shrill "ding-ling-ling" sound.

He immediately dropped the book and pressed the shut-off button.

Then rub the center of your eyebrows and temples vigorously with both hands to relieve the swelling and pain in your head.

It was not until a few minutes later that his tense face relaxed and he let out a long breath.

Right before his eyes, lines of small words scrolled out.

[Your Concentration skill experience +1]

[Your speed reading skill experience +1]

[Your Concentration skill experience +2]

[Your speed reading skill experience +2]

[Warning! You are slightly overdrawn and your physical condition is poor, please take a rest]

"It seems that using two skills at the same time can only last for an hour at most..."

Fang Cheng's face was a little pale, and he continued to rub his forehead slowly.

After "Focus" and "Speed Reading" are upgraded to level 1, the effects are indeed more significant.

Correspondingly, energy consumption increases linearly like experience points, with half an hour as the counting cycle.

The specific differences should be related to spiritual attributes.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

I was reading very fast just now.

He managed to finish reading a tome of more than a thousand pages filled with obscure legal rules and regulations.

In the past, this would have been simply a fantasy.

Even if you just read it quickly, remember the outline of the content.

But it doesn’t matter. You can continue to read it carefully several times and think deeply about it and digest it.

This is what is meant by reviewing the past to learn new things.

After a short rest, Fang Cheng started reviewing from the first page.

But this time, maybe it was because I was too mentally exhausted, or maybe the distracting thoughts resurfaced.

Not only could he not maintain the state of using his skills, he couldn't even concentrate on his normal studies.

"Uu——"

Fang Cheng simply closed the book, picked up the eye drops, and dropped a few drops into the corners of his sore eyes.

When I closed my eyes, the light blue screen reappeared in my mind.

Looking at the various skills listed on the panel, my thoughts can't help but dance.

These are all my gains in the past two months.

Different skills represent different development directions.

Cooking skills? Continue to upgrade and become a top chef, state banquet chef, or god of food?
Cleaning? Become a cleaning expert and open a cleaning company?

Boxing? Play professional matches, win championships in various events, and compete for the title of world champion?

After all, human energy is limited, and career planning also needs to distinguish between the primary and the secondary and have a certain focus.

Which path should I take in the future?
Ever since he successfully unlocked the "Boxing" skill a week ago, this question has been lingering in Fang Cheng's mind.

Take the postgraduate entrance examination to become a graduate student, and then obtain a master's degree.

Afterwards, with his academic qualifications, he joined the legal department of a company and a law firm.

Or you can stay in school and get promoted to lecturer, associate professor, professor...

If you don't have a golden finger, choosing this path is undoubtedly the most suitable for your own conditions and family background.

"but--"

"What if this world is not as ordinary as it seems?"

Fang Cheng suddenly remembered the evening of his sixth birthday.

The resolute back of my father as he walked out the door with a gun hidden.

And, the last words:

"Just live well and be an ordinary person!"

The night is getting darker and the chill is coming.

Fang Cheng rubbed his hands and blew out a breath of hot air.

Looking out the window at the neon-lit, dark and cold city, my eyes flicker and my thoughts surge.

Money, power, law, class, profession...

After all, these are external things added by human society.

"What if I could evolve infinitely, break through my physical limitations, and transcend all social rules..."

Fang Cheng's eyes were as hot as flames, and it seemed as if a sleeping beast in his heart was awakened.

No matter what choices you face in the future, a strong enough body is obviously the biggest trump card.

Thinking of this, he immediately picked up the ballpoint pen and opened the diary.

The tip of the pen moved rustlingly across the paper, writing a line of words.

"Fitness program, prisoner training..."

(End of this chapter)