"High School Senior Overcoming Tribulation" (alias: No Immortality, Just Building Doors: The Story of Senior High School Cultivation to Immortality | Promotional subtitle: My deskmate is a demon cultivator)
My deskmate Zhang Wei said: "Lin Xun, let's poke a hole in the way of heaven."
I said you are sick, there are still 286 days left for the college entrance examination.
He said it was okay, and my shelf life was up to that day. I took a look and saw that the bottle of Red Bull on his desk had a shelf life of up to the college entrance examination.
Zhang Wei slept in class, messed up on homework, and passed the exam all the time. The class teacher said that he was a dead wood that could not be carved. But for the first time in the monthly exam, he wrote the final chapter in three minutes and got a perfect score in mathematics. I found an abandoned classroom late at night, a lone lamp, a mountain of draft paper, and a boy who had overdrawn himself. He dismantled ten years of real questions and created his own loophole-based learning method.
"The right way is to walk through the maze, and my evil way is to directly tear down the wall."
"Have you finished demolishing the wall?"
"... Build a new door."
I tried to work around it, but I went crazy and got three basic questions wrong in a row. Lao Wang warned: "Build a building before the foundation is laid. The faster you build it, the faster it will collapse."
286 Days, exhausting all remaining energy, to complete a grand tribulation.
The classmate who is a demon cultivator who acts badly but fights to the death; the head teacher who is strict but gentle; the ruthless Taoist leader who trades lives for points; the silent classmate who cannot bear the pressure and withdraws. Some people exchange scores for survival, some people exchange sleep for ranking, and some people build a door of their own on scratch paper late at night, stroke by stroke.
No cheats. There were only two ordinary teenagers, unwilling to be trapped in the maze, desperately trying to find a third way. The doors they built were crooked and would collapse or crack. But building the door itself is the only way to resist the wall.
Laughter is a buffer, silence is the life of senior high school
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