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Zhang Hao disagreed and said with a smile:

"The scammers in the vegetable market are like this. They smash themselves with bricks. They have developed limbs and simple minds. In this way, what kind of university do you need to go to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts directly."

Qin Wen screamed and was very excited. After listening to Zhang Hao's words, she asked back:

"Zhang Hao, why don't I try to hit your head with a brick?

Shaolin Temple? Don’t you know? It’s harder to enter Shaolin Temple to study martial arts now than to take the exam for Peking University and Tsinghua University.”

After saying that, Qin Wen continued to applaud and screamed, "Okay, OK, OK!"

Zhang Hao looked at Qin Wen with a speechless look on his face.

"After all, I'm a top student, why are you a crazy fan?"

Wang Dong performed several more kung fu next, and received applause and screams.

Then, Wang Dong returned to the back of the podium and started his speech with a microphone.

"Dear teachers and classmates, you may have read various martial arts novels and have some basic understanding of Chinese martial arts.

However, what I want to tell you today is that the current martial arts are completely different from the martial arts of the past.

With the revival of the earth's spiritual energy, martial arts began to show strong vitality, and the social status of martial artsists is also rapidly improving.

Martial artsists have begun to enter the main functional departments of governments at all levels of the Chinese federal government, especially the military, agents, special police and other departments, which require a large number of martial artsists.

Even in the commercial society, martial artists have become important backbone members of the company, and their salary and social status have been rapidly improved..."

Wang Dong's speech was full of power and incitement, which made the majority of students excited.

However, Zhang Hao didn't think there was anything. After all, as a rich man, although martial arts master is powerful, he can directly spend money to hire him, and there is nothing extraordinary.

After listening to Wang Dong's speech, Zhang Hao felt a little bored and got up and prepared to leave.

Wang Dong is still in the lower class of society, and most of the people present at the scene belong to the lower class of society, so he is interested in Wang Dong's speech.

What about graduating from Wudao University is a yearly salary of hundreds of thousands of yuan. As soon as I entered the school, several employers signed a contract and paid part of their salary and tuition in advance, etc.

Only the poor are interested!

Including Deputy Director Tan of the Teaching Department and Teacher Zhao, the leader of the Sports Teaching and Research Group, are all poor people.

For the poor, they will be excited if they earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.

But Zhang Hao is different. Even if he earns an annual salary of 10 million, he is indifferent.

He can understand the world of the poor, but the world of the rich will never understand the world of the poor.

"Fatty, go, nothing good."

The fat man listened with relish.

"Brother Hao, listen again, I think it sounds very good."

"I'll go, just your body, can you learn martial arts? Listen to Mao, I'll leave first."

Zhang Hao stood up and left the gymnasium.

......

"Dingding..."

The alarm clock rings on the phone.

Zhang Hao barely opened his eyes and felt a little dizzy, so he closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhang Hao heard his mother call him.

"Son, I'm up. Why are you so late today? You're going to be late?"

"Mom, I feel dizzy. Please send a WeChat message to the teacher and ask for a leave. I'll sleep for a while."

"oh,"

After hearing this, my mother touched Zhang Hao's forehead with her hand.

"No fever, son, what's wrong?"

"It's just dizzy, weak all over, and I don't want to get up."

"Okay, then you sleep for a while, I'll ask the teacher for a leave."

Zhang Hao slept until noon after a night. When he woke up, he found that he was even more dizzy.

I barely got up and went to the bathroom, drank a glass of water, opened the drawer, and found a box of leftover cold medicines I had taken before.

"Host, you are not catching a cold, and taking cold medicine has no effect."

A voice rang in my mind.

Zhang Hao was suddenly shocked, why did he forget about this?

"Poor Ghost System, what do you mean?"

"I warned you that you did not break off your relationship with your parents within three days, so now you have to accept punishment. From today on, you will feel dizzy and will worsen day by day until you die.

Don't go to the hospital, it's useless if you go."

"I'll go, you, do you have to be so heartless? Can't you let it go?"

"This is not a matter of letting go, it is fate."

"Go to your mother's fate, I won't believe it anymore. I'll go to the hospital now."

Zhang Hao poured out two cold medicines and put them in his mouth, swallowed them with a sip of water, then went downstairs, preparing to drive to the hospital for treatment.

"Son, you're getting up, are you better?"

"Mom, I'll go to the hospital for a look."

"I'll go with you?"

"No need, it's just dizzy, a minor problem, there is an intelligent self-driving car, it's okay."

"It's better for mom to accompany you? I'm not relieved if you do this."

Seeing that his mother insisted, Zhang Hao felt dizzy and agreed.

The two rushed to Jiangcheng People's Hospital and found the chief doctor.

The chief doctor asked about Zhang Hao's condition and carefully checked it.

"It's strange. I don't have a fever. Everything is normal in my body. Why do I feel dizzy?"

"In this way, I will prescribe some dizzy medicine first. You can go back and have a good rest and observe it. If you have any problems, come to the hospital any time."

A few simple medicines were prescribed.

Zhang Hao and his mother left the hospital and returned home. After barely drinking a little porridge, they lay down on the bed and went to bed again.

The next day, Zhang Hao felt a headache worse.

"Damn, is this system really that powerful?"

"I have warned you a long time ago that it is getting better and worse every day until you die!"

A familiar voice rang in my mind.

Zhang Hao yelled angrily:

"The poor ghost system, the forced melon is not sweet. Why do you have to frame me like this? Are you not afraid of being punished by God?"

The system was silent and there was no response.

"I am living a good life, why should I break off relations with my parents? What are the benefits for you to turn me into a pauper? Go and find someone else?

Poor Ghost System, you go to Huang Tao from our class. His father is the district mayor. His family is very rich, his academic performance is very good, and he is very handsome.

Or, you go to Fatty Wang, who needs to lose weight, and your poor ghost system is just right for him.”

The system remains silent.

"I just want to inherit billions of property. I don't want to learn any martial arts or be a hero. I beg you, don't force me to be awesome person. I really don't want to go against the will of heaven!"

The system remains silent.

A burst of fear began to surge in Zhang Hao's heart.

He vaguely felt that the system was serious and did not joke with him.

On the third day, Zhang Hao felt uncomfortable all over and didn't even have the strength to speak.

My mother was anxious and drove to the Municipal People's Hospital again and found the director in person.

The dean found several chief doctors to consult and did various examinations for Zhang Hao, such as CT, X-ray, B-ultrasound, etc., but the reason was not found.
Chapter completed!