Five minutes left!

"Bleach!" He cursed angrily, stood up quickly, and used all kinds of messy skills to brush his teeth, wash himself, and get dressed.

Then, under the accustomed gaze of the breakfast shop owner, I ran across this long and deadly street, my legs almost turning into wheels.

Yes, Xiao Fan is still a senior in high school, and he is the kind of student who sits in the last row.

To be honest, if there was a showdown, his strength could hang up all the teachers and beat him up.

But he can't, because his talent is one in a billion.

One star is equivalent to nothing. The basic speed, strength, etc. are far lower than others!

Xiao Fan can only rely on the amplification system to make up for these shortcomings!

A person with this kind of talent, at this age, with this kind of strength will definitely be taken back by the federation for human dissection.

His goal is to get to the most inferior university.

Because there are more exercises in college.

This road is a shortcut and relatively easy, otherwise we would have to take the route of the Safari Association.

Xiao Fan has done some research and it seems that this path is suitable for him, but in fact it is more troublesome because there are so many uncertainties that make people feel numb. Moreover, those who work on platforms have dark hearts!

Today is the first day of the second semester of senior high school.

If he is late again, the class teacher's patience has its limit, and he will be kicked out of the classroom and made to drop out of school.

Therefore, he recorded his own voice several days ago and used it as this morning's ringtone to remind himself that being late would bring countless troubles.

"Ding, host, the current training progress of Wind and Thunder Art is 2%, and it will take about ninety days to complete the training."

Hearing the voice of the system, Xiao Fan grinned. It took three months to practice a third-level skill. It was a shame for the system, but for himself, it was extremely fast!

If he were a strict person and practiced seriously, he would probably have to practice for more than 10 years.

Finally arriving at the school gate, I jumped up skillfully and crossed the gate!

The security guard roared: "Who is it!"

"You know you're late?"

Xiao Fan was too lazy to offend him and continued to accelerate, rushing through the campus like an afterimage, heading straight for his senior class, Class 1.
Chapter completed!