Chapter 53 Communication

"You're not taking a nap today?"

After lunch, Zheng Fa looked at Wang Chen who was studying hard and asked in surprise.

Wang Chen has the habit of taking a nap. According to him, if he doesn’t take a nap at noon, he will collapse for the whole day.

"Didn't you see Lao Chen's face? If I don't do well in the exam this time, he will eat me!"

It’s no wonder that Wang Chen was so nervous. This monthly exam was unusual. It was a joint monthly exam between Qingshui Middle School and several schools in nearby cities and counties.

For the teachers of Qingshui Middle School, the performance-based salary brought by doing well in the college entrance examination may make them happy for a month, but the joy of doing well in the joint monthly examination and laughing at sister schools can last at least half a year.

On the other hand, the frustration of being laughed at for failing the test is enough to make you feel miserable for half a year.

Their emphasis on this joint monthly exam was conveyed to Wang Chen and others with just one sentence: Don't say I didn't warn you.

Old Chen also kindly reminded them that after this monthly exam, Qingshui Middle School will hold a parents' meeting...

Zheng Fa glanced around the classroom.

In the past, at noon, the classroom would be no more than half full, and most of them would be taking a nap on the desks.

Today, at least 80% of the seats were occupied, and almost no one was sleeping, as everyone was studying hard.

Zheng Fa stood up and prepared to go downstairs with a few books.

"Where are you going?"

"Go find Tang Lingwu and ask questions."

Ever since he made an appointment with Tang Lingwu to teach him mathematics, they would find time to meet after lunch.

"The monthly exam is coming up, why don't you seize the time to study?"

Wang Chen opened his eyes wide and looked at Zheng Fa.

"I'm just going to study, right?"

"…I don't trust you!"

Watching Zheng Fa walk out, Wang Chen turned to his deskmate and said, "Although I admire his courage to risk his life for love, he must have been very embarrassed when he was beaten up by Lao Chen after failing the exam."

His deskmate looked at him expressionlessly: "You won't go if it's your turn?"

"I'm not going? I love studying, I want to read books, there are beautiful women in books!"

"I don't know Yan Ruyu, but that's Tang Lingwu."

"Tang Lingwu... Can Tang Lingwu help me do well in my monthly exam?"

"That's Tang Lingwu."

"Okay, the monthly exam isn't important. What if I fail the exam and my mom comes to the parent-teacher conference?"

"Tang Lingwu."

"That's right. If my mother sees Tang Lingwu, she might go home and praise me for being something."

…

The place where Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu met was actually a small pavilion downstairs in the teaching building. There was a stone table and four stone benches in the pavilion. Zheng Fa put the book on the stone table and asked Tang Lingwu about his doubts bit by bit.

Tang Lingwu was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt. She was unconsciously turning the ink pen with her right hand and supporting her head with the other hand. From time to time, she frowned and thought about Zheng Fa's questions, and then gave her own opinions.

To be honest, Tang Lingwu's level is not as good as Old Man Bai's, so many questions should be asked after going to Old Man Bai's house.

But for Zheng Fa, the effect was not bad. The old man was used to teaching geniuses, so it was sometimes difficult for him to understand what Zheng Fa found difficult. This lack of understanding was often accompanied by a very heart-wrenching question: "Do you still need to explain this?"

Tang Lingwu is better. After all, she is also talented and can sometimes empathize with Zheng Fa's problems.

Plus, her temperament is not as impatient as the old white man, if you also consider the difference in their looks.

This learning experience is much better.

Even if we only talk about the field of college entrance examination mathematics, where the gap between the old man Bai and Tang Lingwu is not that big, Tang Lingwu can help Zheng Fa even more.

Zheng Fa flipped through the questions he had written down and found that he had asked almost all the questions. He looked at Tang Lingwu hesitantly and said, "I have something I want to ask you for help with."

Tang Lingwu looked up at him in confusion.

"I want to understand the differences between our bodies."

"..." Tang Lingwu narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at Zheng Fa for a full half minute before she said, "It's in the biology textbook."

"Um, you misunderstood. I want to know if I am the only one in this world who can cultivate the spirit crane body."

This time when he came to the modern world, Zheng Fa became even more certain of one thing - the energy he had cultivated into the "Spirit Crane Body" was still in his body, but the feeling of that strange power in the void was gone.

According to Zheng Fa's previous idea, "Spiritual Crane Body" should be easy for modern people to practice, after all, there are documentaries and videos.

But no matter how Tang Lingwu and Old Man Bai visualized, their bodies did not feel anything at all.

Then think about the fact that there are immortal arts in the Xuanwei Realm, but not in this world.

The most natural guess is that there is no so-called spiritual energy in this world.

But there is another possibility: Zheng Fa's body is different from those of people in this world, so only he can practice it.

Tang Lingwu looked at Zheng Fa with a bit of suspicion, and Zheng Fa tried hard to show an upright expression.

"How?"

"Just assume the Songhe stance and meditate."

Tang Lingwu stood up and assumed the Songhe Posture. Zheng Fa stood behind her and said, "Excuse me."

He gently placed his fingers on Tang Lingwu's back, on the upper part of the spine.

Tang Lingwu's body trembled.

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"What's wrong?"

"itch."

"Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

Zheng Fa said this, closed his eyes and carefully sent his energy into Tang Lingwu's body.

He didn't have much energy to begin with, and he didn't dare to send out too much. He only dared to pass a strand over carefully, for fear of accidentally hurting Tang Lingwu.

In his opinion, if there is anything in this world that contains spiritual energy, it is his own body and energy.

Of course, he couldn't dissect Tang Lingwu to see the physical differences between the two.

Nor could he cut a piece of meat to feed Tang Lingwu.

I can only try using my Qi.

Zheng Fa only kept his energy on Tang Lingwu's spine, waiting to see Tang Lingwu's reaction.

Gradually, Tang Lingwu's body began to tremble slightly.

Zheng Fa felt that the energy he sent into Tang Lingwu's body was gradually beating.

The frequency was exactly the same as when he was practicing the Spirit Crane State of Mind! ...

In the classroom upstairs, Wang Chen and his desk mate huddled together, leaning against the window and looking at Zheng Fa and the other person.

Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu didn't think about avoiding people. They went downstairs just because they didn't want the noise of their discussion to affect other people's study and nap.

"What are you doing?"

"Move over there, let me see!"

"Aren't you supposed to read and study?" The desk mate glared at Wang Chen.

"How can a book be as good as a sweet romance?"

"What's so beautiful?"

A dazzling reflection appeared on the window, and a barren head appeared behind the two people.

"Teacher!"

Wang Chen and the other man were startled and turned around quickly.

"I heard you two talking in the hallway! You're the loudest in the whole class!" Old Chen scolded with a stern face: "Do you know that the exam is coming soon? Have you studied well? How many marks can you get?"

Seeing that the two were silent, he asked, "What were you two watching just now?"

Wang Chen took two steps sideways, trying to cover up.

Old Chen looked at him deeply, pulled his body apart, and saw the strange postures of Zheng Fa and the other man.

"What are they doing?"

Old Chen said quietly.

"Um, Zheng Fa said that he was seeking advice from Tang Lingwu."

"Can you teach me?" Old Chen's face was as cold as frost, and his voice was filled with anger: "I would like to know, what kind of knowledge is so tricky that it needs to be spread through physical contact?"

(End of this chapter)