1: Chapter 1 I just want to sleep, but my legs feel the bed is too hard.

3026, Blue Star, Great Xia.

Jiangcheng Martial Arts Academy, D-Class Training Hall.

The air was thick with the stench of sweat.

Hundreds of students, like rutting bulls, were shirtless, furiously punching the power-testing pillars, their roars nearly blowing the roof off.

"The Ninth Body-Tempering Fist! Break for me!"

"Grind! As long as you don't die from grinding, keep grinding to death!"

"Today's sweat is tomorrow's glory!"

In the corner of this blood-boiling, hormone-fueled scene, the vibe shifted abruptly.

On a pink yoga mat of unknown origin, a young man was lying on his side, his sleeping posture extremely peaceful.

He was not only asleep, but also blowing bubbles rhythmically.

"Hoo… ru…"

The snot bubble grew and shrank, bursting with a faint "pop" as he breathed.

That "pop" sounded exceptionally jarring in the frenzied training room.

The veins on the forehead of the Dean of Students, "Baldy Wang," throbbed like earthworms.

Unable to bear it any longer, he lunged forward. His iron leg, trained for thirty years, whistled through the air as he kicked the side of the yoga mat.

Boom!

The floor tiles cracked.

"Jiang You—!!"

Baldy Wang's roar came with built-in lion's roar sound effects.

The youth on the ground was jolted awake, blinking blearily, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, and looking at the furious bald man in front of him with a blank expression.

"Huh? Class over?"

Jiang You yawned, smoothed out the yoga mat that had been knocked askew, and rolled over to continue sleeping. "Teacher, is there braised pork in the cafeteria today? If not, I'm going to sleep a bit more."

The whole place fell silent.

All the students stopped what they were doing, looking at Jiang You as if he were a god or a dead man.

Baldy Wang was trembling with rage, his finger pointing at the door shaking. "Braised pork? Did you come to the Martial Arts Academy to snatch food? You've been in school for three years, and your Qi and Blood value is still 0.8! Even the teddy dog raised by Auntie Wang next door has higher Qi and Blood than you!"

"If you had tried even a little bit, I wouldn't say anything. But look at you? Sleeping in class, sleeping during assessments, hell, you even lay out a mat on the ring during sparring drills!"

Jiang You rubbed his sleepy eyes and explained sincerely, "Teacher, I'm still in a growth spurt. It's normal to love sleeping. Isn't that how the body grows…"

"Shut up!"

Baldy Wang roared: "I don't want to hear your excuses! Take your bedding, and get out right now, immediately, this instant! You're expelled!"

Upon hearing the word "expelled," a burst of schadenfreude snickering erupted from the surroundings.

In this era of spiritual energy recovery, being expelled from a Martial Arts Academy was tantamount to a social death sentence; you could only go move bricks in the future.

Oh wait, even moving bricks requires a Qi and Blood value of over 1 now.

However.

Jiang You's eyes lit up instantly.

It was the kind of radiance a prisoner sees when the prison gates open.

He scrambled up, rolled up the yoga mat, and tucked it under his arm, his movements flowing like clouds and water, much faster than when he was punching.

"Alright, Teacher! Thank you, Teacher! Watch your blood pressure, Teacher!"

Without any hesitation, without any reluctance.

He even felt like humming a little tune.

Finally, no need to get up at six every morning to stand on a post!

Finally, I can sleep until I wake up naturally!

Jiang You turned and left, his steps light.

"Wait."

A cold voice rang out.

The crowd parted, and a long-haired girl in a tight training suit with a hot figure walked out.

Lin Ya, the school beauty, and also Jiang You's nominal girlfriend.

Although no one understood what she saw in him initially, maybe she just liked that Jiang You was handsome.

Lin Ya looked at Jiang You's heartless demeanor, a flash of disgust and disappointment crossing her eyes.

"Jiang You, let's break up."

She lifted her chin, waiting for Jiang You's collapse, pleading, or hysteria.

After all, losing his student status and then losing the school beauty girlfriend would make any man break down.

Jiang You stopped and looked back.

He glanced at Lin Ya, then at the wall clock.

11:58, the big chicken Legs in the cafeteria were almost gone.

"Oh, okay."

Jiang You nodded. "Then I wish you happiness. Remember not to send me an invitation when you get married in the future; I can't afford the gift money."

After saying that, he ran off without looking back.

His speed was so fast, it was as if a dog was chasing him.

Lin Ya: "…?"

Baldy Wang: "…?"

The whole class: "…?"

This script isn't right, is it? Shouldn't he be kneeling down begging for mercy?

10:00 PM.

Jiangcheng old district, cheap rental apartment.

Jiang You lay on that creaky single bed. In this dangerous world of spiritual energy recovery and rampant monster beasts, he felt unprecedented tranquility.

"Effort is impossible."

"As long as I lie flat enough, the sickle can't cut me."

Jiang You rolled over and pulled the quilt over his head.

Asleep in three seconds.

His breathing became steady, unshakable.

Just as Jiang You's consciousness completely sank into darkness, his body, originally quiet, suddenly seemed like a WeChat group of hundreds of people had exploded.

Strange "voices" echoed inside him, but he couldn't hear them himself.

[Legs] suddenly sent an "enraged" emoji in the consciousness channel.

Left Leg: "Damn it, sleep, sleep, all he knows is sleep! This is too hard! This bed board is as hard as stone, I can't take it anymore!"

Right Leg: "Exactly! That bald guy was so arrogant during the day, and the owner actually endured it? I wanted to kick his shiny crown right then!"

Left Leg: "Whoever wants to take this kind of indignity can take it, but I won't. This body is too weak; the Qi and Blood value is only 0.8? I'm ashamed to walk out, I feel like I'm just two ham-sausages."

[Kidney] (voice sounded weak but greedy): "Brothers, stop arguing, can we get some energy? I'm about to shrivel up. If I don't get some spiritual energy nourishment soon, I'm going on strike! I want to go to the club… no, wait, I want to absorb the essence of heaven and earth!"

[liver] (voice urgent, like an anxious project manager): "Detox! The primary task now is detoxification! The spicy hot pot the owner ate today was full of gutter oil! I'm so exhausted from purifying it that my liver is about to explode! Not enough energy! I'm also applying for an external power supply!"

[Brain (subconscious)]: "Hoo… ru… zzZ…"

[Legs]: "Counting on this Slacker Ruler is hopeless. Brothers, we must strive for self-improvement! Since he won't train, we'll train ourselves!"

"I heard there's an 'S-Class Thunder Forbidden Zone' in the next city. There are constant thunderstorms there all year round. It's perfect for tempering our muscles and bones, and we can run a marathon to warm up while we're at it."

[Heart]: "WTF? Next city? Five hundred kilometers? Big brother, take it easy, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep beating."

[liver]: "Go, go, go! We must go! The power of thunder can wash the marrow and cut the bones! It will shatter all the garbage toxins in the owner's body! As long as I don't die from overexertion, I'll train until I die!"

[Legs]: "Done! Unanimous vote! Let's roll!"

The next second.

A bizarre scene occurred.

In the pitch-black rental room.

Jiang You was still sleeping with his eyes closed, sleeping like a dead pig, even drooling.

But his quilt was suddenly blown away by a great force.

Those two Legs seemed to have their own consciousness, springing up straight, carrying Jiang You's upper body to complete a "zombie jump" that violated the laws of physics.

"Crack!"

Jiang You's Legs bent slightly, storing power.

The cheap floor tiles instantly shattered.

"Whoosh—"

A remnant image flashed by.

The window glass shattered instantly.

Jiang You kept his sleeping posture with his hands hanging down, but his Legs were moving like hot wheels, jumping directly from the third floor!

Upon landing, the Legs used extremely exquisite force-dispelling techniques, smashing two deep pits into the ground, and then, like a cannonball leaving the barrel, ran wildly towards the direction outside the city.

A wild dog on the side of the road was just about to bark twice, but only felt a gust of wind blow past, almost flipping it over.

The wild dog looked at the phantom disappearing into the night in a daze: "Woof?"

Is this guy sick? Speeding while sleeping?

The night wind whistled.

Jiang You's pajamas fluttered in the wind.

But he slept even more soundly, and even turned over because of the strong wind.

[Legs] roared in the consciousness channel: "Woohoo! Take off! This is what freedom is! This is what running is! Five hundred kilometers warm-up race, start! Whoever stops is a grandson!"

[liver]: "There's an obstacle ahead! Ignore it, crash through it! Hardness test!"

[Kidney]: "Hurry up, hurry up! I can already smell the charming, pungent scent of thunder plasma!"

That night.

The surveillance cameras of Great Xia captured an urban legend: A man in spongebob pajamas, with his eyes closed, running wildly on the highway at a speed of one hundred kilometers per hour, overtaking five Ferraris in a row, and finally smashing through the toll station barrier of the highway and speeding away…