Yang Fan opened his eyes and saw that there were cars flying in the sky, and there was more than one.

    The track looks messy, or gliding, or diving. Some are even walking in the figure 8. The flying electric switch goes its own way. It is as fast as lightning, but there is no out of control collision.

    "NIMA, it seems that she is really drunk. She begins to dream. Even cars begin to fly in the sky."

    "Well, I dreamed. Well, dreaming means I can finally fall asleep!"

    Yang Fan turned over and continued to sleep in another position. After five days and nights of insomnia, he never felt that sleeping was such a happy thing.

    So fragrant, so sweet, so enjoyable!

    So, wine is really a good thing. He should have thought of using this method to help sleep earlier. Even if he drank it and vomited it, it was worth it.

    "You turned over, your body coordination was improved, and your physical recovery was + 1."

    In a trance, a soft but slightly mechanical strange female voice came from his ear. Yang Fan frowned and vaguely replied, "don''t make trouble! Sleep!"

    The surrounding area was quiet for a moment. Yang Fan pumped his mouth twice. The corners of his mouth began to drool and slept soundly.

    An hour later, the strange voice sounded again.

    "You sleep continuously for an hour, your mental strength recovers and your physical fitness recovers + 1."

    "If you sun continuously for an hour, your radiation protection ability is strengthened, photosynthesis + 1 and psionics + 1."

    "If you breathe miasma continuously for an hour, your vital capacity increases and your poison resistance + 1."

    Hoo Hoo!

    Yang Fan fell asleep and completely ignored the nagging sound in his ear from time to time.

    He was really tired. His insomnia for five days and five nights tortured him several times to jump out of the building. Now he finally fell asleep by drinking. He just wanted to sleep all the time. It''s best not to wake up forever.

    Even if he dies, he will die in bed.

    "Yang Fan! Yang Fan! Are you okay? Wake up! Wake up!"

    "It''s not like poisoning. This guy can''t be asleep. Listen to the snoring."

    "How about a long brain? Yang Fan is a waste, but he is not absent-minded. Now he is in the simulation exam and in the wild. He doesn''t even wear a radiation protective coat. He sleeps here and wants to die."

    "Look at the scars on the back of his head. It''s obvious that he was thrown here after being knocked unconscious. Who has such a big hatred against him? It doesn''t count to knock people unconscious and peel off his protective clothing. Doesn''t it want Yang Fan''s life?"

    A group of young people in uniform protective clothing chattered and commented around Yang Fan, but no one was willing to help him, and even didn''t bother to send a distress signal to the invigilator for him.

    "All right, all right, it''s just a waste. It''s better to die. You''d better continue to assess. Don''t affect your grades because of a waste!"

    Soon, the crowd dispersed, and silence returned to Yang Fan''s side.

    Hoo Hoo!

    Yang Fan turned over again and slept more soundly. His saliva flowed all over the ground, but he didn''t feel it at all.

    "You turned over, your body coordination was improved, and your physical recovery was + 1."

    Thousands of meters high in the air, deep in white clouds, Yunling I airship is suspended in the air. In the monitoring hall in the central area, Huang Zhong, the head teacher of class 29, grade 3, looks at Yang Fan sleeping.

    Breath evenly, heartbeat 65 times per minute, Qi and blood intensity 86, and all vital signs are normal.

    There seems to be no problem, but who can explain how he can resist the following level 3 radiation and level 2 miasma as a level 2 martial arts student?

    "This boy is a little interesting!"

    Next to him, Gao Xiangyang, the head teacher of class 28, grade 3, looked at the monitoring picture of Yang Fan with great interest and said: "as soon as he entered the site, he was blackhanded, took off his mask, took off his clothes, and was exposed in the wild. Tut tut tut Tut, what a revenge it must be. He wanted to force people to death."

    Gao Xiangyang shook his head. "If an ordinary man is thrown into the wild like this, he will die of heart and lung failure in less than half an hour. But this boy has been sleeping for so long that he hasn''t had anything wrong. He really takes this place as his bedroom. He sleeps so well that he makes me a little sleepy."

    With that, Gao Xiangyang also deliberately raised his arm, stretched his waist and yawned.

    "Mr. Huang," Gao Xiangyang put down his arms, turned his head and looked at the yellow bell on the side of his body. With an expression that you have made a lot of money, he said, "I really want to congratulate you. This boy is gifted. Maybe there is some special hidden blood in his body. He is a dusty Pearl!"

    As soon as Huang Zhong drew from the corner of his mouth, he had an impulse to slap the guy in front of him to death.

    The whole South China martial arts school, who doesn''t know that Yang Fan is a famous waste wood of martial arts. He is only a martial arts apprentice at the age of 16. His cultivation ability is even lower than that of some talented children in the sixth grade of primary school. It is a shame for class 29 of senior three and even the whole South China martial arts school.

    In his class, such a student is not only a drag, but also a drag. If the federal 12-year compulsory education should not be violated, Huang Zhong would have kicked the grandson out of school.

    "If Mr. Xiang Yang thinks he is a treasure, just take it away. I Lao Huang will never say no."

    Huang Zhong grabbed Gao Xiangyang''s arm and pulled him to his desk. "Come on, Mr. Gao, don''t be polite to me. There are students applying for class transfer in my drawer. As long as you nod, my old Huang will sign immediately. It''s not vague!"

    Gao Xiangyang shook his body and made a move to remove his armor. He easily shook Huang Zhong away. At the same time, he shook his head and waved his hand and said, "it''s just a joke. Don''t take Mr. Huang seriously. After all, a gentleman doesn''t win the favor of others. I can''t afford such a good baby. I''d better keep it by myself, Mr. Huang."

    I''m kidding. Yang Fan is such a waste wood, but he is famous for his crane tail. In the three years of high school, he has always occupied the throne of the last one in the grade. Their class 28 still wants to impact the top ten excellent classes in the grade. How can they accept him?

    "Really don''t?" Huang Zhong didn''t give up and said, "special blood, even nuclear radiation can be immune. Only martial arts apprentice Level 2 has resistance equivalent to martial arts teacher level. With a little adjustment, it may be the next Chu Feiyun. Teacher Gao is really not excited?"

    Seeing that Huang Zhong seemed to want to rely on him, Gao Xiangyang quickly stepped back two steps and put aside a distance from Huang Zhong. Yi Zhengyan said: "Mr. Huang, don''t say it again. I''m still that sentence. A gentleman doesn''t win the favor of others. Yang fanzong is a golden blood. That''s also a student in your teacher Huang''s class. Mr. Gao will never be excited for half a minute."

    As soon as Huang Zhong glanced, he scolded contemptuously, counsellor!

    Then, Huang Zhong looked at Yang Fan, who was still sleeping on the screen, and felt kind.

    Such waste firewood, let alone gold blood, even the legendary divine blood, does not have any martial arts cultivation talent, but also has a hair function?

    Moreover, being able to resist radiation and malaria is not necessarily a special blood, but also a genetic mutation or a special medicine taken before. In short, dog meat is still dog meat and waste firewood is still waste firewood, which can''t be on the table.

    "Alas, it seems that class 29 will be at the bottom of the simulation test this time."

    "Fortunately, there is only one month left. As soon as the college entrance examination is over, I will be completely relieved! Finally, I don''t have to face the eyes of the last class in the grade!"

    Huang Zhong''s eyes are a little wet and excited.