446: I'll just listen to you bragging

The Zha Tian Gang Four-person Group still thought they were dreaming.

The academic underachiever Shen Bei actually wanted to pick up textbooks and study!

This was like a husky that was used to running wild suddenly participating in police dog selections.

This…

It was even more terrifying than Shen Bei killing Heaven-Shaking Slave.

After a brief moment of shock, Qi Chuanyu and the others shook their heads collectively.

“We have no hope of being promoted to Beijing Martial Arts University, so what’s the point of studying?”

Du Ziteng rolled his eyes, then asked curiously, “You’ve fallen so far behind in your courses, you won’t be able to keep up with your studies.”

Shen Bei paused at the doorway for a step: “I’m going to study Abyss alien folk customs.”

This course was an elective and not part of the traditional curriculum.

If one had to use an analogy, it was like an extracurricular interest class.

Moreover, there were very few students who took this course.

After all, Abyss folk customs were really useless.

It was even less practical than Abyss language.

For a Martial Artist, entering and exiting the Abyss meant either fighting or fleeing when encountering an alien.

There was basically no third possibility.

Of course, individual Martial Artists who transported meat chunks were an exception.

But any Martial Artist who could still be called a “person” would not do such a thing.

Although it brought in money quickly, it was built on evil.

And there was even less need to study folk customs.

Humans could not blend into alien territory; the two sides looked too different.

And since they couldn’t undertake infiltration missions, only a fool would study this stuff.

But Shen Bei knew that the current situation was slightly different; with the odd object mask, humans could also transform into aliens and blend in.

This required a certain amount of re-evaluation and understanding of alien living habits.

Even if he didn't master this course thoroughly, he needed at least a general understanding to avoid making a fool of himself when entering and exiting alien territory in the future.

When Qi Chuanyu and the others heard about Shen Bei’s course, they exchanged glances, full of incomprehension.

In their hearts, if they had time to study this, they might as well go to the Martial Arts Hall to explore their own attributes, or at the very least, taking a dump would be more enjoyable than studying alien folk customs.

Regardless of their lack of understanding, they had no right to interfere with what Shen Bei wanted to do, and they all agreed that Shen Bei would definitely get a perfect score in his studies.

They didn't think Shen Bei would study well; rather, this course had no exams, and once the study hours were completed, it was a perfect score…

…

The early summer showers were like a petty thief breaking into a maiden’s boudoir at night, arriving with fierce winds and heavy rain, and leaving in a hurry, leaving only muddy water stains in the gullies and a pear tree adorned with rain-kissed blossoms.

Shen Bei arrived at a classroom with only a handful of students, watching a male teacher yawn and play a slideshow lecture boringly.

In fact, the teacher was too lazy to speak, and the entire class was taught by the mechanical voice of a computer’s automatic reading.

Not only were the students uninterested in this course, but even the teaching teacher was unenthusiastic.

Much like a frequently ill physical education teacher.

“Yang Chun Festival: A customary festival similar to the Chinese New Year in our country. On this day, every household hangs the prey hunted the day before. The more precious the prey, the more it demonstrates good fortune and luck for the coming year. At the same time, many activities are held, such as: …”

The computer-synthesized robotic voice continued.

The scattered students below were fast asleep.

Perhaps they found the hypnotic effect of this classroom quite good.

They slept so soundly that even the male teacher couldn’t bear to disturb them.

But Shen Bei was studying diligently, writing furiously, and constantly taking notes.

This was all knowledge.

In Shen Bei’s plan, after eliminating the odd object mask’s backlash, the time he spent in alien city-states might become longer and longer in the future.

He had to make thorough preparations and thoroughly impersonate an alien.

Instead of rushing through, like last time with Zhuang Bifan.

“Central Continent…”

After class, Shen Bei flipped through his notes and muttered to himself, “If the country can’t open a safe passage to the other side of the sea, then we can only start from the Imperial City.”

In Shen Bei’s opinion, the Imperial City must have a connection with the other side of the sea.

After all, the riot in the Sichuan West Abyss had even seen Great Cultivators suspected of being in the Divine Power Realm.

The Imperial City could be used as a springboard for Shen Bei to access new territories in an alien guise.

…

The world was vast, time was thin, and time slipped away from Shen Bei’s fingertips in fragments.

During this period, Shen Bei was oblivious to everything outside, focusing solely on reading folk custom books.

The last time he was this serious was when he was Cultivating Martial Skills.

Qi Chuanyu and the others were all incredibly shocked to see Shen Bei studying so persistently in the classroom.

They even suspected that Shen Bei had been Possessed.

He was still studying?

What a weirdo!

A month later, Shen Bei had a clear understanding and concept of the folk customs of the Abyss aliens.

He directly graduated with a “perfect score.”

“Let’s celebrate Shen Bei’s first perfect score in his life!”

“It wasn’t easy, it wasn’t easy at all.”

“Congratulations, congratulations!”

“It’s unprecedented.”

The Zha Tian Gang gathered in the activity room, ordered some takeout, and Qi Chuanyu and the others held a celebration for Shen Bei.

Shen Bei rolled his eyes while gnawing on a chicken leg.

Damn it.

It felt like his buddies were insulting him.

“Just be envious, jealous, and hateful,” Shen Bei said, trying to salvage his dignity.

Qi Chuanyu admitted frankly, “The envy is real.”

“The jealousy is also real,” Du Ziteng added.

“And the hatred is real, damn it, we’re about to graduate, and I still haven’t sat in the gang leader’s position!” Niu Yanben said, gritting his teeth.

Liao Zhongyang held back for a long time before saying, “Qi Chuanyu was right, we shouldn’t have taught you Stance Training in the first place.”

Shen Bei almost laughed in anger: “What, Stance Training is your exclusive Secret Manual? Even if you didn’t teach me, I would have learned it sooner or later.”

Qi Chuanyu spread his arms: “If you say that, then you can only participate in the Martial Arts Exam in our next cohort. How could you sit at the same table as me?”

This kind of self-consolation really made Shen Bei feel annoyed, so he sighed and said, “This meal will be our farewell dinner.”

Qi Chuanyu and the others’ mouths twitched.

It was as if they were about to be annihilated.

While eating and drinking, Qi Chuanyu brought up something: “Shen Bei, you need to be careful when you get to Beijing Martial Arts University.”

Shen Bei gave Qi Chuanyu a fleeting glance and said casually, “Should I be careful, or should Beijing Martial Arts University be careful?”

“Arrogant! I f*cking love your arrogance!” Du Ziteng hugged Shen Bei’s shoulder and shook him back and forth.

Qi Chuanyu suddenly sat up straight, his tone serious and solemn:

“I’m not joking with you. First, our grudge with the Xingchen Martial Arts Club still exists. After we graduate, it doesn’t matter to us. To this day, the Zha Tian Gang hasn’t recruited a single person, so the Zha Tian Gang at Shen Bei Martial Arts University will cease to exist. But when you go to Beijing Martial Arts University, won’t you be targeted?”

Shen Bei merely gave him a cool glance and said indifferently, “A few days ago, I went to Beijing Martial Arts University, and I was indeed called by the Xingchen Martial Arts Club, what was his name again… let me think.”

After a while, Shen Bei finally remembered a name and said, “Right, his name was Mu Feiran. I was blocked by that guy. At that time, I was Fifth Grade, and he was Seventh Grade.”

Niu Yanben’s eyes widened, and he asked, “He didn’t do anything to you?”

“Of course he wanted to do something to me! He was shouting about killing me.”

Shen Bei smiled, with three parts kindness and seven parts casualness, and continued, “But, who am I? I just waved my hand and suppressed him.”

The Zha Tian Gang Four-person Group immediately turned into a crowd of onlookers, cracking Gua Zi seeds and listening to Shen Bei boast…