Slowly Copying Notes to Accumulate Slacking Value, Avoiding Practice and Troubles to Maintain a Stable Daily Life

The night deepened, and only the flickering candlelight remained in the dormitory. Wang Hu and the other two had long since fallen asleep, but Tang San was still sitting at the desk, slowly copying notes from "Fundamentals of Martial Souls." The candlelight shone on his writing, his characters a little neater than during the day, but he still wrote very slowly—deliberately slowing down each stroke, pausing to rub his wrist after every two lines, under the guise of "avoiding hand fatigue."

[Actively slowing down the speed of copying punishment, evading excessive writing consumption, Slacking Value +1, current total 4 points]

The system's prompt sounded in his mind, and Tang San's lips curved into a slight smile. He glanced at his notebook; he had only finished one round, still far from the three rounds Master had required. But he wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he closed the book, blew out the candle, and lay down on the bed—"Staying up late for copying punishment harms the body, better to continue tomorrow." This way, he could rest and accumulate Slacking Value, killing two birds with one stone.

The next morning, Tang San was woken by the chirping of birds outside the window. He opened his eyes and saw Wang Hu and the other two preparing to get up. He inwardly calculated reasons to "refuse morning training." As expected, Wang Hu, having just put on his clothes, called out, "Tang San, are you going to morning training today? We took yesterday off, so we have to make up for it today."

Tang San rolled over and burrowed deeper into the covers, "No, I was copying notes until midnight yesterday, I'm still very sleepy. I'll sleep a bit longer. Morning training won't miss me for one day. I'll go when I'm rested."

[Refusing morning training with the excuse of "insufficient sleep," evading high-intensity early morning activities, Slacking Value +1, current total 5 points]

Wang Hu and the other two didn't try to persuade him further and tiptoed out of the dormitory. Tang San closed his eyes, but he wasn't truly asleep—he was contemplating how to accumulate more Slacking Value today. After about half an hour, he slowly got up, washed up, took out the remaining steamed buns from his cloth bag, and sat at the dormitory entrance, eating them slowly.

Just as he finished, Xiao Wu bounced back, holding a wild fruit in her hand, "Tang San, why are you just getting up? I picked this fruit during morning training, I saved one for you. Oh right, today's practical class is to practice basic Martial Soul attacks. Do you want to practice with me beforehand?"

Tang San took the fruit and took a bite, "No, I haven't rested enough yet. Practicing beforehand is too tiring. I'll just follow the teacher in the practical class, no need to exert extra effort." As he spoke, he deliberately slowed down his chewing, prolonging his meal time.

[Rejecting the invitation for extra practice, evading physical exertion, Slacking Value +1, current total 6 points]

Xiao Wu pouted and said no more, turning to wash up. The two tidied themselves up and walked towards the teaching building. On the way, they encountered the tall boy from yesterday—he was chatting with two classmates by the roadside. Seeing Tang San and Xiao Wu, his eyes immediately darkened.

Xiao Wu subconsciously clenched her fists, but Tang San tugged her arm and whispered, "Ignore them, let's go quickly, avoid trouble." He deliberately quickened his pace (only a little faster than usual), pulling Xiao Wu to bypass the tall boy and his companions, avoiding direct contact.

[Actively avoiding potential conflict, reducing social friction consumption, Slacking Value +1, current total 7 points]

Upon arriving at the classroom, Tang San still chose a seat in the back row. With fifteen minutes left before class, he took out his notebook and continued his copying punishment, still writing slowly. Zhao Yu, in the front row, turned his head and looked back, "Tang San, why are you still copying? Didn't you finish yesterday?"

Tang San looked up and rubbed his wrist, "Yeah, I was too sleepy halfway through yesterday, so I'm continuing today. Writing slowly is good too, saves the trouble of rewriting if I make mistakes, which takes even more time."

[Slowing down writing with the excuse of "avoiding mistakes," evading repetitive labor consumption, Slacking Value +1, current total 8 points]

After the class bell rang, Master Yu Xiaogang walked in with his book. Today's theory class was about "The Classification of Soul Master Ranks," from Soul Warrior to Soul Douluo, and he explained it in great detail. Tang San copied notes while listening, occasionally pausing his pen to "ponder knowledge points," when in reality, he was waiting for system prompts—he deliberately reduced the frequency of writing and increased the rest intervals.

Near the end of the class, Master Yu Xiaogang suddenly asked, "Tang San, tell me, how much Soul Power does a Soul Master need to advance from Soul Warrior to Soul Master?"

Tang San's heart tightened. He quickly lowered his head, pretending to flip through his book, "Master, I... I can't quite remember. Let another classmate answer." He deliberately appeared "unsteady in his knowledge," avoiding the teacher's attention.

[Actively avoiding classroom response, reducing mental and expressive consumption, Slacking Value +1, current total 9 points]

Master Yu Xiaogang frowned and let a classmate in the front row answer the question. After class, Master Yu Xiaogang walked over to Tang San, "Where are the notes you were copying yesterday? Let me see."

Tang San quickly took out his notebook and handed it over, but he wasn't flustered—he knew he wrote slowly and had only finished two rounds, which was just enough to use as an excuse for "not finishing." As expected, Master Yu Xiaogang flipped through it and asked, "Why have you only copied two rounds? There's one more to go."

"Master, I was too sleepy yesterday and only finished two rounds. I copied some more during class today, but it's not finished yet. I promise I'll hand it all in before class tomorrow." Tang San feigned guilt.

[Using "incompletion" as an excuse to delay submission, evading hasty work consumption, Slacking Value +1, current total 10 points]

Master Yu Xiaogang nodded, "Alright, you must hand it in tomorrow, don't delay any further." He then turned and left. Tang San breathed a sigh of relief and followed everyone else to the cafeteria for lunch.

The cafeteria was crowded. Wang Hu suggested, "Let's go grab a window seat. There's pork rib soup today, it'll be gone if we're late!"

Tang San quickly waved his hand, "No need to rush. We'll sit wherever there's an empty seat. If the pork rib soup is gone, we'll drink something else. It's all soup anyway, no need to fight for it." He deliberately slowed his pace, and only after everyone else had found their seats did he find an empty spot in a corner and sat down.

[Avoiding competition for seats, reducing unnecessary physical and mental exertion, Slacking Value +1, current total 11 points]

After lunch, Tang San found an excuse to return to the dormitory to continue his copying punishment. He had only written two lines when the dormitory door was pushed open. Li Qing walked in, "Tang San, why aren't you resting? There's still practical class this afternoon, don't get too tired."

Tang San looked up and rubbed his shoulder, "It's fine, I'll rest after I finish this page. There's nothing else to do anyway, so I might as well finish copying the notes now and not have to worry about it tomorrow." He said this, but his hand didn't speed up, still writing slowly.

[Maintaining a slow pace with the excuse of "finishing early," evading subsequent anxiety consumption, Slacking Value +1, current total 12 points]

In the afternoon practical class, Teacher Li did indeed teach basic Martial Soul attacks. The other students were vigorously swinging their Martial Souls, but only Tang San slowly summoned his Blue Silver Grass and gently waved it forward—the Blue Silver Grass lay limply on the ground, not even touching the blades of grass next to it.

Teacher Li walked over, frowning, "Tang San, why are you still so slow? Put some force into it, or you'll never learn basic attacks."

Tang San quickly pretended to "exert force," but the Blue Silver Grass still lacked power, "Teacher, my Soul Power is too weak, I really can't exert much force. I get dizzy if I try too hard. I'll practice slowly, I'll learn eventually."

[Reducing training intensity with the excuse of "weak Soul Power," evading high-intensity consumption, Slacking Value +1, current total 13 points]

Teacher Li reluctantly told him to "do as he could." After the practical class, Xiao Wu suggested, "Tang San, let's go to the library to borrow a book. I want to read about Soul Rings, will you come with me?"

Tang San shook his head, "No, I'm too tired from copying notes today, I want to go back to the dormitory to rest. We can talk about borrowing books tomorrow, there's no rush for one day."

[Refusing the book borrowing invitation, evading extra time consumption, Slacking Value +1, current total 14 points]

Back in the dormitory, Tang San leaned against the wall and opened the system panel—14 points of Slacking Value. He calculated in his mind; at this rate, he would have enough for the next exchange of 50 points of Soul Power in just a few days. He picked up his notebook and continued his slow copying punishment, the flickering candlelight reflecting on the paper, casting a long shadow.

The sky outside gradually darkened, and the dormitory was quiet, with only the faint sound of the pen tip scratching across the paper. Tang San knew that as long as he maintained this "slacking" pace, his Soul Power would steadily increase, and his days at Nuoding Academy would become increasingly relaxed.