MTL - The First Strong Control In History-Chapter 3 For the current plan, only krypton gold can go all the way

  Chapter 3 is the current plan, only krypton gold can go all the way

After school.

  Yuan Bei, with Zhang Peng's unbelievable expression on his face, packed a few books and went home.

  Yuan Bei was reborn once, and his heart was very clear.

  He plans to make up all the cultural lessons as soon as possible. It was a difficult luxury at first, but now that he has daily experience points, it is nothing.

  However, you can’t just rely on experience points to unlock, you have to work hard.

  Muchunyuan Community.

  To be honest, Yuan Bei has always doubted whether his residential complex is a national chain. He has seen such a residential complex called Mu Chunyuan in many places.

  The entire community is basically half-old, neither new nor dilapidated.

   Following the familiar road, he soon returned to his home.

  Room 201, Building 13.

  Find out the key and open the door.

  The door is designed as a porch, and there is a solid wood shoe cabinet, which is not exquisite, and it was made by the old man himself. Looking at it again, it is the living room connected to the kitchen, a second bedroom and a master bedroom.

  The size of the entire room is 60 square meters. With such a layout, it can barely form a room with two bedrooms and one living room.

   It looks more or less compact.

  It is just right for a family of three, but he also has a younger brother who is in the first grade of junior high school.

   Fortunately, he is the younger brother, so there is no need to avoid suspicion between brothers. The two share the second bedroom.

   Speaking of this younger brother, he is a cute little fat man. Her small mouth is like smearing honey. When she was a child, relying on her own whiteness and fatness, she dared to cheat food and drink wherever she went. But when I grow up, it's not so good, and it becomes less and less cute.

  But the two brothers, no matter in the previous life or in this life, have always been very close—even though Yuan Bei did not take care of him.

  Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.

"elder brother!"

A chubby little fat man with bright red hair on his head came out of the room following the sound, leaned against the wall, raised his head at a forty-five degree angle, shook the red hair on his head, and put two Putting his fingers in front of his eyes, a strong killing breath came over his face, and he said calmly.

   "Aren't you handsome!? I'm the blood-wing madman!"

  Yuan Bei:? ? ? ? ?

   Want to... want to die?

   Believe it or not, I will smash it for you?

It was only then that he remembered that his younger brother Yuan Xiaoxi was in the second grade of junior high school, and he kept saying things like "I am a god!" "I am a great devil!" "I want to save the world!" Sometimes you have to put on some shameful poses, which makes people feel difficult to understand.

"handsome!"

  Yuan Bei stretched out his thumb, with an approachable smile on his face: "Come here, come and show me your **** hair, it's so cool!"

  Yuan Bei felt that as an elder brother, it was necessary for him to correct his dangerous thinking.

  Yuan Xiaoxi didn't notice that something was wrong, and even approached him proudly.

  …

  On the dinner table.

  The family sits around the table and eats.

  Yuan Xiaoxi looked at his father with a strange expression, and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't dare to complain that his brother kicked his "blood hair" hard, and bowed his head sullenly to eat.

  Yuan Bei was in a complicated mood.

  Looking at the old parents, I can't tell the feeling in my heart.

  Mother Luo Ping works in a textile factory. She works long hours and is sedentary all the year round. She also has some problems with her lumbar spine. The factory does not pay the minimum pension insurance, and her monthly salary is only in the early 2000s.

  Father Yuan Zong is working in a chemical factory, although the salary is higher, more than 5,000 a month. But the pollution from chemical factories is too strong. Several people in their factories died of cancer in their previous lives.

  Yuan Zongzheng naturally knew what was going on with this job, but there was nothing he could do. The two boys in the family were a great burden to this not-so-rich family, especially since both of them were still in school and needed money for everything.

  He doesn't dare to think about things that are too long-term. He just wants to wait for Yuan Bei to go to college. After he graduates and works, the family's situation may be better.

  Yuan Zongzheng sighed slightly, and looked at the boss and second child sitting across from each other, none of them gave him peace of mind!

  Yuan Bei also sighed slightly, only feeling that the burden on his shoulders was heavier again.

   Wanting to change the current situation of the family is not something he can do in the short term.

   "Yuan Xiaoxi, what's the matter with your hair?"

  Father Yuan Zongzheng squinted his eyes and asked coldly.

  Three pairs of eyes stared at the past at the same time.

  Yuan Xiaoxi shrank her neck and said in a low voice: "This is a one-time use, it will fall off after washing."

   "Where did you get the money for dyeing your hair?"

   Luo Mu's question got to the point. No matter how you look at it, this little fat man's body shape really doesn't look like he saved money to dye his hair.

   "I picked it up!"

   Yuan Xiaopang's words are so righteous!

  “…I’ll wash it off later.”

  The scene fell silent.

  My family knows about my own family affairs, my younger brother is indeed... very good at picking up money.

  Sometimes he can pick up five or ten yuan when he goes out for a walk, and the money is like having eyes, so he can run to his feet with all his strength. Only when I got home did I find that there was a piece of red money stuck to the gum on the sole of my shoe.

   Ever since he was a child, Yuan Bei had never seen this little fat man short of money.

  After the meal, Yuan Bei wanted to chat with his parents, but seeing their exhausted appearance, he also thought about it.

   One person returned to the house with a lot of worries.

   And Yuan Xiaopang was ordered by him to wash off the red hair, otherwise he would have a blasting hammer.

  …

night.

  In the cramped second bedroom.

   On the far right side of the room, there is a bunk bed, a table, and a pair of open wardrobes standing against the wall. These three pieces of furniture alone almost filled the room, leaving only one aisle for people to pass through.

  Yuan Xiaoxi was sitting on the lower bunk, rubbing her wet head, her hair had returned to black, muttering something like thirty years, holding her mobile phone and looking at something.

   Yuan Bei, who was sitting on the table and looking up information, heard it and said coldly.

   "It's good to wash it off, but the family doesn't have that much money to buy you cement disco."

  Yuan Xiaoxi:? ? ?

  What do I need cement for?

  Why should I play disco?

  Yuan Bei ignored Yuan Xiaoxi, put the phone aside, and rubbed his temples.

   The memory of the predecessor absorbed was incomplete after all. He checked the information on the Internet just now and found that things were not as simple as he imagined.

   Leaving aside the dimensional space near the southern part of the city, there are many things that he has not considered before the college entrance examination.

  In the current era of genetic martial arts for all, cultural lessons are still very important, but one's own strength is also an important part of it!

  The total score of the college entrance examination is 700.

  The score of the physical test accounts for 100 of the points!

  The most deceitful thing is that there is also a "merit-based admission" policy.

   That is to say, even if Yuan Bei got full marks in the culture class, he got 600 points. However, a person who scored less than 500 points in the cultural class but got full marks in the physical test. The school will definitely give priority to the one with the stronger physical test!

   Even the grades in cultural subjects can be lower.

   No wonder Yuan Bei was so pessimistic.

   It's just because his current physical fitness is really bad! The gene value is only a pitiful 36 squares, which is basically the bottom index in high school.

  According to the standards of previous years, if you can score 20 points in the physical test, you will be considered high-ranking!

  After all, the average index of previous high school students was 53. And if you want to open the gene lock, the currently known lowest index to open the gene lock is only opened at 120 square meters.

  However, the opening of the gene lock cannot be quantified. It varies from person to person, and not everyone's body is the same. Some are higher, some are lower.

   But in summary, the higher the index, the better.

  Yuan Bei has been saving money all day without eating, just to surf the Internet. Will his health be good?

  How does this compare with the animals that eat supplements?

  So, for the college entrance examination, not only did Yuan Bei have to improve his grades in cultural subjects within this hundred days, but his physical fitness was also a top priority!

  Yuan Bei frowned and thought.

Experience points won't play a big role in the short term. After all, if you want to get a full score, you don't know how much experience points you need. Even if you add all of them later, the total amount is only 1000 points. Can it be raised to the average level? The value is still a problem, and it won't play a big role.

  Besides, he also needs experience points to make up for cultural lessons.

so…

  Krypton gold is the right way!

  Since ancient times, there has been a saying of poor literature and rich military, and it is even more so in modern times, and it has even become more serious, becoming "rich cultural and military".

   Without money, it is difficult to move an inch. The so-called poor people can do nothing!

   "Money! Need money!"

  Yuan Bei wailed in his heart.

  (end of this chapter)