In the era of high martial arts where spiritual energy was awakened and qi and blood were king, Lin Du from Qingteng Middle School was just an ordinary senior high school student with a monthly salary of 800 yuan and a part-time job repairing scrapped equipment.
The blood value is not up to standard? Is martial arts hopeless? Can you only be a low-level logistician?
No one knew that Lin Du's control of power had reached the terrifying microsecond and micron level.
A rusty nut casually flicked into the base can silently neutralize the violent secret energy of a genius warrior;
A casual "kind reminder" accurately predicted the collapse of the arrogant school bully in the gravity room;
While others were struggling for a few tenths of their health, he could already calculate the fluctuations of the psychic particles floating in the air to three ten thousandths.
When the sweeping monk who lived in seclusion in the school was shocked beyond measure by his operation, when top experts from all walks of life followed the clues and came to the door...
Lin Du helplessly put his hands into the pockets of his washed-white hoodie: "I'm really just a part-time repairman. You big guys can fight me to death, but can you not prevent me from going to the canteen to grab tonight's special synthetic steak?"
