Chapter 135: Can Add Attribute Points! (Revised)

Qi Hengyu stepped into the Xunlianchang and habitually twisted his neck, his joints snapping crisply as he prepared for the daily physical training.

Before he could warm up, a lightning‑fast fist wind shot straight at his face.

The fist wind lacked any sneaky malice; it was more like an outright declaration.

"Hm?"

Qi Hengyu's combat experience is so rich that he doesn't need to think; his body instinctively reacts.

He powers from his waist, half‑turns his body, lifts his left arm like a steel whip, his forearm muscles tensing, and steadies a fist in midair.

The force from the fist surprises him; its speed is astonishing, but the power is… limp, as if the attacker hadn't eaten.

He looks closely and sees the attacker's signature Ying Guang Lu hair, literally like a living moving signal tower.

"Ying Duo?"

Qi Hengyu's brows knit instantly, his tone mixing surprise with irritation.

Anyone who's bombed the whole way and then thinks they've secured victory, only to be snuck on at home, would be upset, right?

Qi Hengyu only feels that much frustration; the only enjoyable moment was when he sparred with Shen Zexi, but at that time Shen Zexi was poisoned by Chen Mo Zhi, so even that fight wasn't satisfying.

"What scheme are you pulling now? Want to fight?"

Thinking that, Qi Hengyu loosens his muscles again.

He does want to spar with Ying Duo, after all, being bombed unilaterally by Ying Duo before left him feeling so aggrieved.

Ying Duo slowly retracts his fist, his face still bearing that eternally unchanged calm, as if the previous attack was just a casual greeting.

However, Yang Yixie truly approached Qi Hengyu with that very mindset.

It can't be helped; Qi Hengyu's hobby is summed up in two words: "boxing."

Although Ying Duo considered buying gloves for Qi Hengyu, there's currently no shop selling such gear.

Since that's the case, let's start boxing.

Ying Duo says nothing, assumes an offensive stance again, delivering a simple, direct punch toward Qi Hengyu's chest; the speed remains high, but the way he generates force appears riddled with flaws to Qi Hengyu.

"Hey! Wait a second!"

Qi Hengyu easily blocks the attack while unable to stop himself from speaking, his criticism of Ying Duo's flawed posture even outweighing his irritation at the inexplicable strike.

"Your stance is wrong; speed alone is useless. The force feels like a light tickle."

He instinctively switches to Guidance Mode, points at Ying Duo's arm and waist, and demonstrates himself.

"See? Power must start from the feet, travel through the waist and abdomen to the arms. Relying only on arm swing yields little force. Where's the strength? Is your base stable?"

Ying Duo halts, and a new option appears on his phone, allowing him to decide whether to adjust his combat stance according to Qi Hengyu's advice.

A few seconds later, Ying Duo treats Qi Hengyu like a sandbag and punches again.

This time, his footwork clearly sinks a bit, his waist shows a hint of force, though the movement still appears somewhat stiff and uncoordinated.

Qi Hengyu raises his hand to block again, feeling the force is indeed a bit more solid than before.

He raises an eyebrow, surprised; he had expected his guidance to be like playing a lute to a cow, yet Ying Duo not only listened but improved rapidly.

"You actually took the advice? Again! Pay attention to waist rotation! Yes! Drive the shoulders!"

【Ding! You have received Qi Hengyu's Friendship Guidance, 【Strength】+0.1】

Effective!

This NPC's "guidance" can directly raise attributes.

Ying Duo's eyes seem to brighten, training with renewed vigor.

Qi Hengyu watches this instantly receptive "student," his earlier displeasure long cast into the clouds, replaced by a sense of "achievement."

He naturally enjoys teaching (though few can endure his training style), and now he's enthusiastic, defending flawlessly while spouting remarks.

For a moment, the Xunlianchang displays a rare "mutual teaching and learning" scene.

At the edge of the Xunlianchang, several students who were training solo stare dumbfounded.

"Th‑that's not Qi Hengyu? What's he doing?"

"Looks like he's guiding that… that Ying Guang Lu?"

"The sun's setting in the west? Qi Hengyu can actually be this patient?"

Only when Qi Hengyu felt sufficiently warmed up did he call a stop.

He pats Ying Duo's shoulder, his tone unusually softened a bit.

"Your fundamentals are okay, but your basics are poor and your power‑generation technique is a mess. If you want to train later, feel free to come find me."

His words carry some sincerity; after all, few can grasp his meaning so quickly and adjust.

Ying Duo nods, silently noting the key phrase "feel free to come find me," which serves as a repeatable trigger for farming attribute points.

He glances at his slowly but steadily rising Strength attribute; Qi Hengyu's favor has also noticeably increased, and he should soon be able to invite the other to team up.

"Leaving."

Qi Hengyu waves his hand, in good spirits walks toward the Qixiequ, and begins his own training.

Ying Duo also turns and leaves; next, he'll look for Chen Mo Zhi's refresh point, as only by seeing the other's character panel can he know how to farm favor next.

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That night, Qi Hengyu returns to his dorm, drenched in sweat and a hint of satisfaction; as he pushes the door, a faint ink scent wafts in, likely because Shen Zexi has once again "scavenged" a few good books.

Qi Hengyu looks closely and is almost choked by the sight before him.

He sees Shen Zexi's desk, usually holding only a few textbooks and notes, now transformed into a precarious "mountain of books."

Heavy, leather‑bound, yellowed pages of various volumes are stacked together, nearly covering the entire desktop, with a few especially thick tomes spilling onto the nearby chair.

Meanwhile, Shen Zexi stands, fretting over the little mountain of books piled on the desk.

"Whoa!"

Qi Hengyu exclaims dramatically, tosses his heavy training bag by the door, producing a "Thud".

Shu Aizi, you've emptied the library's Jinshuqu? Preparing to stay up all night, to fathom the truths of the universe?

While he spoke, he walked to the edge of the table, curiously poked with his finger the topmost book 《Old World historical inference》; the fine dust rising from the pages made him unable to help but sneeze.

Shen Zexi sighed, revealing a numb expression.

If I had borrowed it myself, that would have been fine.

Huh? What do you mean?

Qi Hengyu picked up a cup of cold water on the table, glug-glugged a few mouthfuls, and asked indistinctly.

It wasn't you who borrowed it, could the book have grown legs and run over here?