There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 117 - 75: Reality Calculation Deployment (5.6K)

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At home.

Suddenly coming back from a fever-induced coma.

After moving his hands, Zhang Feng only felt his body relax.

Yet afterward, Zhang Feng suddenly felt a sense of regret,

’Although I had a great fight, I almost pushed myself to the limit.

But I spent the last few days sleeping, not chatting enough with folks from that era.

I felt this adventure experience was slightly lacking.

I’ve only seen the 80s people and culture on TV, never had a proper firsthand experience.’

Gazing at the ceiling, Zhang Feng recalled his cave experience, freēwēbηovel.c૦m

’But thinking carefully, there really wasn’t time for idle chitchat then.’

Zhang Feng cherished these few breaths and then pushed his emotional sentiments aside.

Reflection is fine, but if it affects one’s mindset over time,

Zhang Feng felt it wasn’t advisable.

Because visualization during training requires wholehearted focus.

’Also, I’m not really sleepy now.’

Thinking this, Zhang Feng got out of bed and munched on double-delight sunflower seeds.

’Last time, for seven days in reality, I was training through resonance.

Resonance does conserve some energy, unlike staking practice where you nearly collapse from exhaustion.’

From trial world to now, just a little over a month in real time.

Initially only knowing to practice punches, Zhang Feng could now resonate and awaken spirits.

Every return brought a new change.

Plus, Zhang Feng wasn’t picky, he practiced whatever was available, learning everything.

Now, if Zhang Feng traveled to the previous ’Rat World,’ he could annihilate all rat groups, even faster and more effectively than the ’possessed character,’ with barely any injuries.

Because in Zhang Feng’s current state, he was practically ’non-human.’

Even though his constitution was only ’27,’ which didn’t seem high, not even matching some robust boxers in strength.

Considering overclocking and memory augmentation.

As long as he fought bare-handed, Zhang Feng could take on as many boxers as possible before exhausting his power.

Zhang Feng also made an assessment.

Currently, his power burst state lasts 5 minutes, enough to knock out at least 100 boxers.

If using a knife,

Zhang Feng could easily escape.

Then while running, defeat them one by one.

Coincidentally thinking about numbers and martial arts,

Zhang Feng suddenly had an inspiration to build a ’data model.’

’Feeling and checking daily is too cumbersome.

Why not use medical and other equipment checks to evaluate personal constitution and muscle power?

Then, compile into individual "martial arts power models" using big data.’

The more he thought about it, the more feasible Zhang Feng felt.

Although a finer power assessment wouldn’t beat his grandmaster’s skill in examining muscle power constantly, the data would be plentiful.

It would also save time and effort.

Zhang Feng couldn’t be certain, but whether it works or not, only trying would tell.

’I wonder if the Head is asleep.’

Zhang Feng took out his phone, intending to briefly share his idea with the Head, to see if he could make it happen.

Shooting a ’Sleep?’ message over.

In less than five seconds, the Head’s call returned.

"Hey, Master Zhang." The Head’s side was very quiet, "What’s up?"

"Can we talk in person?" Zhang Feng said, "What I have to say is complicated and might not be clear over the phone."

"How about coming to the martial arts school? Shall I pick you up?" The Head replied: "I’m reading files in the office, and Master Wang is here."

"No need to pick me up, I’ll head over directly." Zhang Feng prepared to head downstairs, "Otherwise, you coming to my place to pick me up to the martial arts school doesn’t make sense.

If you’re coming, let’s just chat at my place, no need to make a detour?

Better that I go directly."

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Half an hour later.

At home.

Zhang Feng opened the door, looking at the Head and Master Wang standing at the entrance.

They were carrying a bunch of stuff.

Not gifts, but some dishes and drinks.

"Master Zhang is right, ’directly come over.’" The Head laughed heartily as he walked in, greeted by the herbal smell in Zhang Feng’s home.

"Wow!" Master Wang was bold, never holding back, "Master Zhang, your training seems to have seasoned the house."

"Small space." Zhang Feng ignored the playful banter, leading them to the small dining room, "Had I known you were bringing dishes, it would’ve been better if I’d come over.

My house reeks of medicine, really not pleasant."

"No worries?" The Head opened the dishes.

Master Wang set down the disposable plates.

Even spared washing dishes.

"Come, have a taste." Master Wang handed Zhang Feng chopsticks, "Everything’s warm, don’t let it cool."

"Alright." Seeing everyone here, with the delicious aroma filling the room, Zhang Feng felt a bit hungry too.

No rush in discussion, let’s eat first.

Half an hour later, satiated with food and drink.

Three cups of tea were placed.

Zhang Feng looked at the two watching him, "I’m planning to build a data model for the trainees."

"What model?" Master Wang, emboldened by alcohol, asked first: "Is it for billing and payment? Like supermarket checkout? Where every enrolled trainee prompts a ’ding’ for tuition fees received?"

"We have that." The Head thought Zhang Feng was concerned about so many partners, so seriously explained:

"After all, this is a collaborative project, the accounts are entirely transparent, so Master Zhang needn’t worry about any company financial disputes.

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