Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 31 Eyes can be donated if not needed.

"Alright, Tang Renhui, since you've been elected as the martial arts class representative, then demonstrate the basic martial arts exercises for everyone."

drill rules.

If someone didn't know better, they might think it was some kind of sexual intercourse or a method of pleasure.

However, the basic martial arts exercises here are equivalent to quadratic equations in mathematics, serving as essential introductory training for all martial artists.

Even Fu Chen's two illiterate parents knew a couple of tricks.

Tang Renhui, who was helped onto the stage, also went on stage amidst a dense round of applause.

To be honest, the reason why the students unanimously voted for him as the martial arts class representative was not just because they "drooled" over him.

There are also some negative factors involved.

Because they wanted to see Tang Renhui, the third brother, make a fool of himself.

After all, everyone has seen what this guy's physique is like.

Third Brother Tang Renhui stretched his legs out, his pelvis creaking and rubbing, his back hunched to the extreme.

Especially his neck and head, which, like his mother's giraffe, stretched forward for a full two acres.

Tang Renhui in this form is about 1.75 meters tall. If his body were straightened, Fu Chen had no doubt that he could be nearly 1.95 meters tall!

This kind of person is a natural-born peek-a-boo. If only he didn't waste his time studying, instead of figuring out how to sneak peeks at the answers of the students sitting in front of or around him in the exam room...

They shouldn't have ended up at Pui Choi Middle School, a shelter for good-for-nothings, right?

However, according to his own claim, his posture, with his neck and head tilted forward like the "Not a buddy" meme, did indeed shorten the distance between him and his classmates.

It's really possible to peek at other people's answer sheets.

Tang Renhui originally thought so too. Considering that his eyesight was a bit blurry, he spent a lot of money to have his family buy him a pair of nearsighted glasses that cost several thousand yuan.

He finally smiled with relief on the day of the high school entrance exam.

It was then that he learned that not all blurred vision is called nearsightedness.

Another type is presbyopia, which is farsightedness. Presbyopia makes it harder to see clearly the closer something is to you.

Then, during his summer vacation, he spent two months in the hospital under the double care of his parents. He was not officially discharged until after the start of the new school year at Pei Cai Middle School.

Tang Renhui adjusted his reading glasses as he stood on the podium.

The podium is not a traditional podium; it is very large and has transparent crystal railings. It is specifically used by teachers to demonstrate martial arts techniques and to conduct testing and guidance instruction.

Tang Renhui, inside the crystal railing, began to move his hands and feet, starting with the first chapter of the basic martial arts exercises.

Part 1: Action Breakdown, White Crane Spreads Wings...

Tang Renhui stretched out his slightly twisted arms horizontally, standing on one leg like a golden rooster.

This move, when performed by students or martial artists who have entered the realm of martial arts, involves the use of internal strength and spiritual energy to create a sound of wind breaking when they extend their arms horizontally.

Those who have reached the first level will use this move to trigger a shrill explosion when the air is compressed.

Fu Chen remembered that if he used this move with his third-tier strength, it would produce a sound no less than a sonic boom.

of course.

Although Tang Renhui had not yet mastered the basics and was still considered an ordinary person, he still managed to make a sound.

"Ouch..." The dull thud was made by the intimate contact between the body and the concrete floor.

This guy's posture was already unbalanced; his hunchback indicated that he had severe scoliosis, and even his spine was curved to the left and right. So his balance was only slightly better than that of a cat without whiskers.

Therefore, when writing the first piece, he made a one-legged stance.

The center of gravity was broken down into several forces that pulled it out continuously, and in the end, as expected, it collapsed.

"I knew he was going to fall!"

Liu Haitao nodded secretly below, seemingly forgetting that he was already a serious class monitor.

"Tch, don't take my words for granted. He's an air sign, and he's never been a reliable person. I figured that out a long time ago." Chen Jiaxin touched the tarot cards in her hand.

Snapped.

A copper coin flew out of nowhere and hit her arm precisely, causing her to glance at Hua Gua to her right rear in pain.

Zhang Jiahao covered his forehead and chuckled: "Oh my, is this all the skill you've got? If someone like this can be the martial arts class representative, then the real geniuses are just going to be buried and never get any class officer positions?"

"Never mind, geniuses are always lonely, and a pack of dogs always tries to ostracize the leader. I know that, haha, what a boring world."

Looking at Tang Renhui lying on the ground, Wang Aiguo was reshaping his worldview.

these years.

He has indeed been teaching at Pui Choi Middle School.

He also kept coming into contact with students who were considered by outsiders to be the worst, the scum of society, and useless in their studies, martial arts, and alchemy.

But even the worst person shouldn't be able to perform "Basic Martial Arts Exercises" so poorly.

Not to mention the very first action in the first article.

He had never seen anyone do this move and end up knocking themselves down. Was he really that pathetic? Then what was the purpose of everyone electing him?

Isn't this some kind of philosophy?

Is Tang Renhui trying to tell everyone that the only one who can defeat him is himself?

Thoughts were jumbled and chaotic, yet laughter filled the classroom…

Yao Zhi'ai is the newly appointed class monitor.

Quietly turning her head, she waved to the newly appointed discipline monitor, Anjing, wanting to remind her to manage class discipline: "Anjing..."

"arrive!!"

The voice was deafening. An Jing had a ladylike appearance, but her voice was really loud; calling it a loudmouth wouldn't be an exaggeration.

The classroom was now completely quiet.

Wang Aiguo's worldview was still not fully reshaped, and he didn't want to dwell on these trivial matters anymore, so he waved his hand.

"Tang Renhui, you can go down now."

"The potion representative elected by the class is Chizao. Let's give Chizao a round of applause! Please come up to the stage and demonstrate potion-making!"

Sooner or later, he will be considered one of the few normal people in the class.

He had fine, soft, black hair, just the right amount to cover the left half of his eye.

He has a scar on his left cheek.

According to him, it was left behind when he stood up for his friends in the past.

Back then, when the kids were surrounded and bullied by five people, they eventually realized that they were outnumbered (four on their side and five on the other), but they weren't necessarily outmatched.

So he rushed up.

Just then, a gust of wind blew and tousled the hair on his left cheek, and he saw that there were actually five more people on his left...

When the news first broke, Fu Chen asked him if he had considered donating his left cornea since he didn't need it anyway.

He said it was useful.

He used his right eye to observe people and their actions, while he used his left eye to refine medicine.

According to him, his left eye has a very high affinity with potions!

Every time he looks at things with his left eye, he feels that the world has never been so clear and bright, as if everything is under his control.

Fu Chen looked forward to his current refining demonstration.