When the progress bar can be judged by the skills you practice, things become interesting, and the story of changing your life against the will of heaven begins.
When Lin Shuying's letter of engagement fell on Lin Fu's face, he was holding on to the half-money he had paid for his mother's medicine - this fiancée whom he had copied the account books for three years to save up for the betrothal gift. At this moment, he didn't even bother to glance at him: "A poor scholar is worthy of marrying me? In three days, take your paralyzed mother and get out of Yunzhou."
The onlookers laughed loudly, and Lin Fu's knuckles turned white.
But when he stumbled into the musty smell of the dilapidated study, three lines of golden progress bars suddenly popped up in front of his eyes: "Basic proficiency of "Market Scribe" 3% → Advanced mastery of "Hundred Forged Body" 0% → Dust-laden proficiency of "Broken Void Residual Vein"... Can it be activated?"
"Miscellaneous gas?" He smelled the aroma of oil cakes wafting from the window, the sound of storytellers in the tea stall, and the scolding from the neighbors, and the progress bar suddenly jumped wildly.
Three days later, during the state examination, the good-for-nothing scholar who was thrown into the manure pit actually picked up a pen in the examination room and shattered the four treasures of the study room - it turned out that every copy of the papers he had copied and every account he had calculated had become the nourishment of Jian Xiu Shu!
"Miss Lin, don't bully... Young people are poor." Lin Fu wiped the ink stains on his face, and the progress bar of "Nine Heavens Qi Control Technique" was climbing towards 100%.
