Liberal Arts Study Plan

It had to be said that the free breakfast provided by Jiuzhou Martial Arts Hall tasted pretty good. Having just made a breakthrough, Shen Qian wolfed down eight huge bowls in one go. Fortunately, it was a buffet, so he did not have to endure anyone's strange looks.

Classmate Shen Qian, who was suspected of being a Beginner Martial Artist, went to a nearby mall after eating and drinking his fill before boarding the swaying electric bus to school.

"The system's control over strength is seriously absurd. Although my body is constantly absorbing those memories, I'm nowhere near as refined as the system."

As he digested the memories of the system's automated body training from last night, Shen Qian lightly trembled his muscles, trying to imitate the process.

Total body strength and Burst Strength were entirely different concepts. According to the textbooks, after training, an ordinary person's Burst Strength could generally reach around 70% to 80% of their total body strength.

Yet under the system's control, he could unleash nearly 100% of his total body strength.

As he replayed the memories, he discovered in shock that "he" had easily crossed the Quasi-Martial Artist line and had even surpassed the Beginner Martial Artist thresholds of 150 kilograms and 10 seconds.

"There are still over two months until the college entrance exams. At my current rate of improvement, my physical fitness score is practically assured. Next, I need to figure out how to improve my academic score."

Shen Qian frowned as he began considering another problem.

However, he already had a few ideas. For example, he could first draw up a scientific and precise study plan. As for how to make that plan, specialists existed for a reason. Naturally, the safest choice was to ask a top student for help.

Unfortunately, Ding Yi had already left. But that was fine. There were not many people in Class 109 who stood out in martial studies, but there were plenty of academic whizzes.

Ten minutes before the bell rang, Shen Qian entered the Class 109 classroom.

After arriving at his seat and setting down his backpack, Zhou Xu gave Shen Qian a surprised look. "Huh?"

"What is it?" Seeing Zhou Xu staring at him, Shen Qian puzzledly touched his face. Was there dirt on it?

That should not have been possible. He had clearly showered after the massage.

"Shen Qian, you've changed a lot lately. Your skin's gotten better, and you seem more... upright. Yeah, somehow you've become a lot more upright." Zhou Xu thought for a moment before settling on a suitable word.

Shen Qian froze, then roughly understood where the changes had come from.

His physical fitness had simply been improving too quickly lately.

Expelling impurities, increasing Qi and Strength, vigorous blood and vitality, boundless energy... all of these could noticeably improve a person's appearance and bearing.

Why else would people say martial artists were never ugly?

If nothing else, their temperament would never be lacking.

It was just that ordinary people changed gradually over a longer period, so it was not nearly as obvious as it was with him.

"Heh, I've always been this handsome. Jealousy just blinded you before."

"Bullshit. If that were true, why am I not jealous of you now?" Zhou Xu sneered.

"Everyone has a day when they face reality. My son has finally grown up." Shen Qian said with gratification.

"...Get lost!"

"Where's Old Wang?" Shen Qian looked in puzzlement at Wang Yangming's empty seat. As far as he remembered, that guy always arrived twenty minutes early. Old Wang never came late and was steady as hell.

"Seems like he took leave. He showed up in the class group last night and posted a photo from a hospital, but he didn't say why. Then he disappeared again," Zhou Xu said casually.

Shen Qian nodded, figuring the medicine's effects had probably kicked in. That kind of pain really could easily cause a misunderstanding.

Since it hurt, that meant the Stamina Potion was still effective for him. He just did not know how much effect the diluted Stamina Potion could still produce.

With some time left before class, Shen Qian took out some paper and a pen, then went to the front of the classroom. He found Zhang Liangwei, who was loudly discussing with two girls whether supernatural beings had existed in China before the Cataclysm.

Zhang Liangwei's liberal arts grades had once been evenly matched with Ding Yi's, so after Ding Yi left, he was naturally Shen Qian's first choice.

Zhang "Tool Man" Liangwei was quite self-aware. The moment he saw Shen Qian approach, he immediately abandoned the two girls and glanced at him. "What is it?"

"Yes."

Shen Qian pulled Zhang Liangwei aside and explained what he wanted.

"You're giving up martial studies and planning to focus on liberal arts?" Zhang Liangwei gave Shen Qian a surprised look, then shook his head. "Unfortunately, you've realized it a little too late. To be honest, I probably can't help you much..."

Zhang Liangwei's voice abruptly cut off because Shen Qian had stuffed two gaudy cards into his hand.

"Succubus Cafe Online top-up cards?"

Zhang Liangwei glanced at them, and his expression immediately turned serious. He looked around, then casually slipped both cards into his pocket.

"We're classmates. I'll definitely do everything I can to help you."

As he spoke, Zhang Liangwei pulled Shen Qian over to sit down. "Tell me about your situation first."

So Shen Qian told him about his scores from the last placement test.

"From 400 points to 500 points in two months... that's almost impossible. But for the sake of our friendship as classmates, I'll help you make a thorough study plan. As for what the final result will be, I can't guarantee anything."

After listening, Zhang Liangwei knitted his brows, but he still took the paper and pen and began analyzing Shen Qian's situation.

"Your subjects aren't too uneven, but your biggest problem is that you're weak in every subject. In terms of efficiency, we should start with liberal arts subjects, since significant gains can be made simply by putting in time. As for science and engineering subjects, I'll combine them with my own experience and give you a few shortcuts that can yield quick results..."

The two top-up cards were worth quite a bit and had cost Shen Qian three hundred yuan altogether. That was not cheap for a senior high school student, so the results were immediate. Throughout morning self-study, Zhang Liangwei wholeheartedly helped Shen Qian devise strategies.

When morning self-study ended, Shen Qian had gained a densely packed page-long study plan. He also swiped some of Zhang Liangwei's study notes, preparing to endure hardship and strive for success.

But when he returned to his seat, Shen Qian discovered another small problem.

Many of his textbooks were missing.

That was easy enough to solve. After rummaging through the desk drawers of Wang Yangming and Zhou Xu, he managed to gather most of them.

"Shen Qian, are you going to start studying liberal arts?"

Seeing Shen Qian pick up the first-semester History of Huaxia textbook from his first year of high school and even spread open a notebook, Zhou Xu looked astonished.

"Mm."

Shen Qian answered through his nose.

"It really is time to give up pointless fantasies. My situation is the most frustrating. I still have a little hope in martial studies, and my parents won't let me give up either..."

Ignoring Zhou Xu's slightly humblebragging ramble, Shen Qian had already eagerly plunged into the ocean of knowledge.

For all four morning classes, Shen Qian memorized the key points of History of Huaxia while comparing them against Zhang Liangwei's notes. He did not even attend the third-period outdoor physical fitness class. Fortunately, with the college entrance exams drawing near, the teachers were no longer as strict.

After the morning passed, Shen Qian slowly closed his textbook and exhaled softly, his eyes gleaming with thought.

He had made an unexpected discovery.