Chapter 3: Past and present life are all mine
Although Shan Xiong has a bad character, he did not waste his year in Wuyi Academy in vain. His kick was concealed and swift, and before anyone could react, it had already hit Chen Chuan's ear firmly.
When the teaching assistants saw this, they prepared to send someone up to carry the person.
If the kick was strong enough, not only would an ordinary candidate who had never received any training, but even a Wuhan University student who had undergone rigorous anti-strike training would fall to the ground, and in serious cases it could even be fatal.
However, what happened next was very surprising. Although Chen Chuan was kicked, his head just tilted to the side and his foot just took half a step outward. Then he slowly turned his head and stood up again.
In a place where no one could see, just when he was kicked, the head of the boy who looked exactly like him became blurred for a moment.
Shan Xiong was stunned for a moment. He knew how heavy his kick was, but Chen Chuan's eyes were clear and it looked like nothing had happened.
Sitting in the middle of the long table was a middle-aged teacher with thick arms and muscles that could almost burst his shirt. He had been silent at first, but suddenly asked, "Name?"
"Huh? Oh!" The teaching assistant next to him came to his senses, picked up the list on the desk, looked at it, and said, "Chen Chuan."
"What resume?"
"He's a local from Yangzhi City, just graduated from elementary school. There's no mention of him joining a boxing club or receiving any training..."
The teacher looked at Chen Chuan and said, "I understand."
Shan Xiong failed to knock Chen Chuan down with one kick, but he heard whispers around the training ground, mixed with a lot of laughter. He felt that these people were mocking him, and his blood suddenly rushed to his head. He roared fiercely, turned around, and launched a powerful back kick!
Chen Chuan did not have the habit of not fighting back, nor did he hesitate just because the opponent was a student from Wuhan University. He also kicked Shan Xiong without showing any weakness!
This action is somewhat similar to Shan Xiong's whip kick just now. Everyone can see that he is simply imitating it. Because his posture of exerting force is not standard, his speed and strength are insufficient.
The two men kicked almost at the same time, but the assistant coaches and students watching the game had no doubt that Chen Chuan must have been the one who was kicked first!
The result was the same as they expected. Shan Xiong kicked Chen Chuan on the head first, but the result was the same as last time. He failed to knock Chen Chuan down. This time, the latter didn't even shake his body.
As for Chen Chuan's kick, it also hit Shan Xiong's side neck at this time!
Almost at the same time, the shadow behind him suddenly came to where he was standing, and the two figures overlapped in an instant!
At this moment, his speed and strength suddenly increased!
Bang!
There was a muffled sound in the training ground, and there was even a slight echo. One could imagine how powerful the kick was.
Shan Xiong's eyes lost focus, his body fell to one side, and with another thud, he lay sprawled on the ground.
Liu Cai opened his mouth slightly, looking at the scene in disbelief.
The other students present also stared blankly, their minds a little confused. What was going on? Shan Xiong was a second-year student at Wuhan University, and he was actually kicked unconscious by a student who obviously had little practice?
And then, they all gloated over his misfortune. Shan Xiong was a troublemaker in the academy and had no popularity. Seeing him being humiliated this time made them cheer in their hearts.
The teacher sitting in the middle of the long table took the application form from the teaching assistant, picked up a pen, signed his name on it neatly, stamped it, and said, "This student has passed."
When Chen Chuan heard this, he couldn't help but look at the teacher, wanting to confirm whether he was the one being talked about.
The middle-aged teacher said, "Student, you have a good ability to withstand blows. I am lecturer Bian Feng, and you have now passed the assessment. However, I must remind you that you have only passed the entrance examination. Whether you can gain a firm foothold in Wuyi in the future depends on the entrance re-examination in more than two months."
Chen Chuan smiled happily and bowed to Bian Feng: "Thank you, teacher!"
“Pah pah…”
The teaching assistants and students around all applauded softly at this time. Such an interesting exam was rare. They were looking forward to the student's next performance. They also remembered the student's name. As for Shan Xiong, who was lying on the side and still confused, it seemed that he was being ignored intentionally or unintentionally.
When Chen Chuan walked out of the training ground, facing the dazzling sunlight outside and looking at the road extending from under his feet, a surge of excitement and joy surged in his heart.
"Student Chen Chuan." A crisp voice came from behind.
Chen Chuan turned around and saw that it was the senior female student he had met while filling out the form who was calling him. He walked over politely and asked, "Senior, what can I do for you?"
The female student walked over and extended her hand confidently. "Student Chen, congratulations on passing the exam. Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhen Ping, and I'm a second-year student at Wuhan University."
Chen Chuan also extended his hand and shook her hand, "Chen Chuan, hello, senior sister."
He found that Zhen Ping's hands were very soft and smooth, without any calluses. He could feel a toughness under her skin, which gave him the illusion that she could crush his palm if she just tightened her five fingers.
Zhen Ping said, "Student Chen, you have to be careful. Shan Xiong is very petty and knows some shady people outside. There are academic rules in the academy, so he won't dare do anything. But outside of school, it's hard to say, so you better be careful."
Chen Chuan thought for a moment and realized that Shan Xiong should be the name of the tall student. He didn't understand why this person targeted him, as if they had a grudge against each other. However, many things in the world don't require reasons, because there are so many people who cause trouble to others just because they don't like them.
He expressed his sincere gratitude and said, "Thank you, Senior Sister. I will be careful..."
"Zhenzhen!"
As she was speaking, a girl from a distance waved towards her. Zhen Ping also waved back and said, "Student Chen, I hope you can get into school smoothly. Work hard. Goodbye." After that, she waved to Chen Chuan and ran away briskly.
Chen Chuan also said goodbye. He stood for a moment, then turned and left the old teaching building. This time he did not take the original route, but followed the signs and went out from another route, avoiding the crowds of people who were still rushing to register for the exam.
When he came to the carport to pick up the car, he found a lot of advertising papers stuck on the back seat. When he took them out, he saw that they were all advertisements for a certain boxing club, a certain arena, and some training halls. He thought about it and didn't throw them away. He simply folded them and stuffed them into his bag. Then he pushed the car out of the school gate with light steps, got into the car on the avenue, and pedaled back home.
On the way, he was also thinking that Wuyi Academy would provide free food and accommodation to formal students, so after moving out from his aunt's family, the problem of food and accommodation would be temporarily solved.
As long as he achieved excellent grades, he could get a partial tuition waiver, or even a scholarship. The latter was hard to say, but he was confident he could achieve the former because...
He looked toward the street corner ahead. A figure identical to himself stood there, silently gazing at him. A few dozen meters out, at the next intersection, the figure reappeared not far away, like a ghost he couldn't shake off.
But if he were to say it himself, apart from having no self-awareness, this figure was like another self of his in an illusion, so he named it "the second self".
The "second self" appeared when he occupied this body. Interestingly, his original name was also Chen Chuan. Apart from age and experience, the two looked almost the same. So he guessed that the appearance of the "second self" was most likely caused by the connection between the "parallel self" or the "self in another world".
The "second self" can actively or passively take on part or all of the pain he suffered according to his needs, so Shan Xiong's kick at him just now was not useless, it was just borne by the "second self".
The "second self" is usually separate from him, but once the two overlap, his strength, reaction speed, endurance, etc. will be greatly improved, as if at that moment, there really is another "me" superimposed on him.
However, he believes that if the "second me" is himself, then all of this is actually very reasonable, because whether it is him who suffers the harm or is responsible for the work, isn't it still him in the end?
It was precisely because of the existence of his "second self" that he had the confidence to apply for Wuhan University even though he had never received any martial arts training.
But the "second self" also has flaws that cannot be ignored. The first is that it cannot be used indefinitely.
Now the maximum time he spends overlapping with his "second self" every day does not exceed thirty seconds. Of course, he can use the time separately, but once the total time limit is exceeded, the power of the "second self" will be difficult to borrow.
Furthermore, while his "second self" could absorb damage on his behalf, it also had a limit to how much it could withstand. Once that limit was breached, it would take time to slowly recover. The manifestation of this damage was usually a partial fading state. If the damage became unbearable, it would vanish like dispersing mist, reappearing two to three days later.
Based on his previous experience, after receiving two heavy kicks today, he might need...
Huh?
He suddenly discovered that there was no sign of emptiness on the "second self". The damage suffered this time seemed to have recovered, and the connection with himself seemed to be closer?
He was surprised and thought about it, and a guess emerged in his mind: could this be the reason why he knocked Shan Xiong down just now?
No, it wasn't the act of knocking down his opponent, but the pleasure and satisfaction he felt after defeating Shan Xiong. Satisfying him was equivalent to satisfying his "second self." This spiritual resonance deepened the connection between them, bringing his "second self" one step closer to the truth.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case.
It seemed that perhaps the daily overlap between the two would increase, which he could try again after returning. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel excited, and the speed of his pedaling also increased.
The journey back home was smooth, and they arrived home in less than half an hour. There was no one in the house at this time. Yu Wan must have taken her cousins to the orphanage at the Police Station.
He washed his face outside, tidied himself up briefly, then returned to his room, hung up his bag, changed his coat, sat on the edge of the bed, took out an alarm clock, looked at the time, closed his eyes, started his second self, and tried to count.
After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the alarm clock, his eyes showing joy and excitement.
Just as he guessed, the time of overlapping "second self" increased, about twelve seconds more than the original basis, which is a big improvement.
But can simply defeating the opponent increase the time? Thinking about it carefully, it may be that Shan Xiong is much stronger than himself. If he defeats an opponent of the same level, he may not gain so much pleasure and will not be able to improve so much.
Of course, whether this is really the case can be verified slowly in the future.
He calmed himself down, went outside to get a glass of water, took a few sips, put it down, rolled up his shirt sleeves, bent down and groped, and dragged out a brown leather suitcase from under the bed.
He carried the suitcase to the table, dialed the password, and finally pressed the lock and slowly opened it. Inside were several notebooks with various deeds sandwiched between the pages, a stack of wrapped photos, and a black metal card that looked like an invitation.
He picked up the metal card. The things in the box were left by his previous parents, and he didn't know what the thing in his hand was originally. But when he went to Wuhan University today, he found that it looked very similar to the "recommendation certificate" for admission that he had seen, except that the color was a little different.
In that case, should I take it out? You know, there is a re-examination for admission, which is no less important than the entrance examination. Besides being exempted from the examination, what other benefits might the "recommendation certificate" have?
But after thinking about it again, he decided to wait.
Because my uncle's family is very secretive about the cause of death of my parents, it may bring convenience as well as trouble. Moreover, this recommendation is black, not the silver one he had seen before, so it may have other uses. If he really wants to use it, he needs to understand the specific situation first.
He had to be careful because the world was not as safe as it seemed.
He put down the metal card and fumbled out a round and shiny stone from under the box. He looked at it with a dim look in his eyes.
His predecessor's parents had an old house on the outskirts of the city. His predecessor went back to pack up his things that day. On the way back, he saw a blue luxury car passing by and then lost consciousness.
Afterwards, he was able to confirm that his previous incarnation was hit accurately in the heart by this tiny stone and died on the spot. When he woke up again, it was his current self who occupied his body, and his "second self" also appeared at that time.
But who is the murderer and why did he target his predecessor?
"Ring, ring, ring..."
While he was thinking, the phone suddenly rang in the living room.
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(End of this chapter)
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