"What the f*ck is this?!"

Chen Yuan was startled.

Even though he had a premonition before reaching 100% on the progress bar that this thing might explode, otherwise he wouldn't have let go early, he still felt it was outrageous when he actually saw it.

No matter what, his strength wasn't great enough to crush a cup with his bare hands.

Besides, he only exerted a little more force on the original basis, not his full strength.

Probably only about 40 or 50 percent of his strength.

But even if it was 20 percent of his strength, this thing might not explode!

"Xin Chao... Super Bro, so aggressive?"

Moreover, this was aggressiveness in the literal sense.

So, was this week's ability to crush everything?

No.

It was too early to say for sure.

Generally speaking, to complete an experiment, at least two controls were needed.

If accuracy was desired, then far more than two would be needed.

So, without cleaning up the glass first, Chen Yuan found the second cup in his house.

Then, he put it down again.

What kind of family was this? Breaking cups one after another?

Try using a bowl.

This time, Chen Yuan took a palm-sized small bowl, held it with one hand supporting the bottom, and exerted force like before.

Sure enough, the progress bar appeared.

Light green, dark green, yellow, red... Release.

At about 85 percent, Chen Yuan stopped and began to observe the bowl.

Strangely, there wasn't a single crack on the bowl.

Could it be that 85 percent wasn't enough to cause damage to porcelain?

Try again.

This time, Chen Yuan wanted to pursue a limit, so he calmly held the bowl and gradually increased the force until about 97 percent... Release!

Because the progress was still continuing just now, this release might have reached 98 percent, or even 99 percent.

In short, it was that word—*cunzhi* (almost there)!

Then, observe again.

"No change."

Chen Yuan shook his head, not feeling that there was any problem with the quality of this thing.

And when he held it again, it basically started from 1 percent again.

In other words, as long as he didn't squeeze it to 100 percent, it wouldn't have an impact?

Also, could it see the durability?

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan deliberately found a spare phone that had been dropped many times, with cracks on both the front and back screens, held it in his hand, and applied a little force. Then, he saw that its progress bar started directly from dark green, which was at least 20 percent.

Chen Yuan put down the phone, clapped his hands, and suddenly understood.

His strength, for the time being, could be regarded as 'destruction'. As long as it didn't destroy to 100 percent, reaching a qualitative change, the object wouldn't be damaged. Moreover, the degree of damage to each item was different, so the initial degree of damage was different. Like this porcelain and glass, as long as they weren't affected by external forces, they might not break even after ten thousand years, so assuming 100 was the complete damage degree, they were at most 1, or even less than 1.

And this spare phone, which he had dropped and whose screen was cracked, had a damage degree of already over 20.

So, what was the use of this ability?

If someone provoked him, he would directly crush them?

He'd go to jail, bro!

Then, to assess the value of used cars?

He could determine the degree of damage to the car body, but machines could also detect it, and no one would believe him without proof.

If he could find out how many soul rings this car had, that would be a bit practical.

While thinking, Chen Yuan cleaned up the house, and after washing up, he found a few more things to test.

And this basically confirmed his conjecture.

At about 6:00 in the morning, Xia Xinyu came to find Chen Yuan. Then, the two went downstairs together.

But as soon as he left the yard, he stopped.

Today's apartment building was no different from usual.

But the details had changed.

The landlord, or rather, the father of the landlady who rented the room to him, was diligently humping the tree as usual, making powerful 'eh-hey' sounds.

And on the tree trunk that he was hitting with a pad, the same progress bar appeared.

Currently, it was dark green.

The old man did it once a day, and it popped up once.

Although in terms of progress, it didn't increase at all, Chen Yuan felt that the tree was...

Losing HP.

"Yo, Little Chen, Little Xia, going to school together again?"

The old man saw the two, stopped humping the tree, turned around, and greeted them with a smile.

Then, the progress bar disappeared.

"Yeah, yeah." Xia Xinyu nodded and smiled shyly.

"You two aren't even from the same school, how do you come back together every day?" The old man looked at Chen Yuan, gossiping with a 'you little rascal' look in his eyes.

"Well, he sends me a message after getting on the bus, and then I..."

"Haha, grandpa, you continue exercising, we're going to be late, we're leaving first."

Xia Xinyu wanted to answer foolishly, but Chen Yuan joked with a smile, then took her away, escaping the teasing.

But when he held her arm, Chen Yuan also saw the progress bar.

Light green, about 8 percent.

Seeing this, he quickly let go.

Don't crush Xin Bao!

"Ah haha... I just realized, grandpa was teasing me, right?" Xia Xinyu was pulled away by Chen Yuan before she realized that her ability to retort was really too poor.

"This is the余裕 (latitude) of Xia Hai, the grandpa with a retirement pension. Even a dog would be chatted up by him."

"Such a vivid metaphor."

While Chen Yuan was talking to Xia Xinyu, he didn't forget to look around, and then he found that the progress bar thing was everywhere.

A person walking and drinking milk tea had a progress bar on her milk tea, and it was shrinking in reverse, from a lot to a little.

Did this represent how much milk tea was left?

When a worker climbed onto a streetlight to repair the light, there was also a progress bar on the light, also in reverse. As time went on, it got closer and closer to 0. At the moment it reached 0, the light turned on.

Repaired.

In fact, outside, most of the time, the progress bar was from high to low.

However, not all of them were.

When Xia Xinyu and Chen Yuan were sitting in a shop eating steamed buns, Chen Yuan saw a dead kid next to him who ate half and didn't eat anymore, then tightly grasped a bag of iced red bean paste, vigorously kneading it, and his mother next to him didn't say a word.

"Xinyu, let's go."

Chen Yuan picked up the bun and stood up. Xia Xinyu didn't think much, and stood up as well, walking side by side with him.

'Poof!'

As soon as the two left their seats, the iced red bean paste 'splattered' open, thick mung bean dregs flying everywhere, crazily splashing. Some stuck to the kid, a lot stuck to his mother, and because Xia Xinyu and Chen Yuan had just left, the main spray coverage area all fell on the tables and chairs.

Except for the culprit, no one was injured.

"You little brat! I have to go to work!"

The mother picked up the ears of the domestic hooligan and scolded him.

"Wah—"

Explosion, scream, long cry—

That's right, Chen Yuan had once again misunderstood the strength of Super Bro.

If what Super Bro showed on the surface of the ice was an ice cube, then what was hidden beneath the sea was an iceberg.

Understood.

Super Bro could reflect the progress of an ongoing activity, such as drinking milk tea, eating noodles, repairing streetlights, and destroying trees.

And he could accelerate this progress.

Moreover, it wasn't just destruction.

If he knew how to repair lights, of course, assuming he knew how, then he could achieve repair much faster than the normal work expectation.

In other words, if the landlord stepped aside and let him do it, he could break the tree in a few hours.

Now Super Bro's *bige* (level/status) was up!

You mean humping the tree?

Nonsense, of course it was seeing the progress of everything and then accelerating the progress!

This gameplay was a bit too interesting.

Chen Yuan couldn't help but want to experiment.

Damn it, he suddenly envied those protagonist of the Sakura Country who transmigrated. They had late classes and early release, and could even create a service department and get together with Yukinoshita, unlike himself, who couldn't take the time to play with Super Zi at all.

Being an American bum was also fine.

Nothing at all.

Although Chen Yuan's desire to explore was very strong now, he still had to attend class. After eating breakfast with Xia Xinyu and taking the bus to school, he first went to his class, handed in yesterday's homework, and then took out the math competition questions.

He was just about to tackle them when he heard Zhou Yu next to him say, "We're going to have a dictation later, I feel like I haven't memorized it well, what should I do?"

"Eh?" Chen Yuan was stunned, and hadn't reacted yet. "Isn't dictation usually during English class? Why did it suddenly change to self-study?"

For all high school students who were bad at English, the most terrifying thing was dictation.

And Sherry Liu, like all English teachers, had a punishment mechanism for English dictation.

Above 90 points, copy each mistake ten times.

Above 80 points, copy each mistake twenty times.

Then below 80 points, copy each mistake fifty times.

And below 60 points, directly copy each mistake one hundred times!

What, were there any rewards?

One hundred points would indeed get a small red star. After collecting three small red stars, Sherry Liu would personally give you milk tea, and praise you for being a smart 'baby', although it was a pity that she hadn't drunk it.

But what did this have to do with him?

"He said it in the group, didn't you see?" He Si Jiao asked.

"Who looks at the group every day? I'm a big boss making several yuan a minute..."

"Pfft, laughed." Zhou Yu pointed to the clock on the podium and said with a smile, "Six minutes, one required book, a miracle, please begin."

"While copying for those below 60 points, you have to go to her place to memorize words at noon." He Si Jiao reminded.

"Yuanzi, why don't you use the art of seduction on Sherry Liu?" Zhou Yu gave him what he thought was the only feasible suggestion.

"Hurry up and memorize it, it's really too late."

Zhou Fu pushed the book in front of him. Although her tone was encouraging, she couldn't help but laugh a little.

For some reason, it was quite fun to see Chen Yuan flustered.

"Don't make noise, don't make noise, I'm going to memorize it."

Chen Yuan was numb. Now there were only six minutes left, and he had to dictate at least 25 words and 5 short sentences. Moreover, because not everyone would be dictated, he had to memorize a dozen more, so on average, he had to memorize seven or eight words per minute...

He couldn't remember, he couldn't remember!

He was most afraid of dictation, English big fool!

Memorize a few more or less, try to get eighty, and if it really didn't work, listen to their thoughts.

But that would take seven or eight minutes to turn on Super Zi... So tired!

Forget it, memorize it first.

"diverse, d, i..."

While silently memorizing, Chen Yuan suddenly saw that a progress bar had appeared on this English word.

About 20 percent.

What did it mean?

"d, i, v, e, r, s, e."

After spelling it out, the progress suddenly advanced to 30 percent.

Although it hadn't been confirmed yet, Chen Yuan knew that there would definitely be a qualitative change after advancing to 100.

So, he began to spell quickly like an elementary school student dealing with reciting ancient poems.

Reached one hundred.

Okay, next one.

"fortune. f, o, r, t, u, n, e."

This time, the progress started from 10 percent.

It should be related to his familiarity.

Just like a college student's familiarity with abandon might be as high as 100, and they knew it meant to give up, but they didn't know much about ability.

What was ability?

That was the second word in English Level 4!

"Hiss..." Zhou Yu was memorizing words properly when he suddenly heard Chen Yuan's chanting-like speed, and couldn't help but whisper, "Murong Fu syndrome?"

"He's really a bit dizzy." He Si Jiao shook her head. "Memorizing like this is like grasping at straws. The possible result is that he won't remember a few at all."

"Ah..." Zhou Fu didn't know how to comment.

And Li Youyou, who was sitting behind Chen Yuan, was also amused by Chen Yuan's hasty and chaotic memorization, and covered her mouth.

They were questioning, they were all questioning.

Actually, he was also questioning whether this thing was useful or not.

But now, he could only believe it first.

The morning self-study bell rang, and the English teacher came. Standing on the podium, she said with a smile, "It's time for everyone's favorite dictation session, pass the books to the first row."

Then, after a sigh, the rustling sound of passing books swept in from the back row.

When it was passed to Chen Yuan, he still had the last long sentence left.

"In addition to, apart from. In addition to, apart from..."

When almost all the books were passed to the first row, Chen Yuan, who had just finished, added his book to it and handed it to Zhou Yu.

At the same time, he took a deep breath.

A total of 81 words in Unit 3.

This time, half of the dictation, 40 words.

And 25 words and 5 short sentences were selected from them.

One word was 3 points, and one short sentence was 3 points.

If a word was misspelled by one letter, one point would be deducted. If two or more were misspelled, there were no points. If a short sentence was misspelled by one letter, two points would be deducted. If two or more were misspelled, there were no points.

Eighty, he only asked for eighty!

Holding the pen and looking at the dictation book, Chen Yuan was even more nervous than every previous dictation, after all, at least he had spent time memorizing before.

This time, he only used these six minutes to memorize quickly.

It wouldn't be less than sixty, right...

"diversity."

Until Sherry Liu spoke clearly.

Then, hearing this word, Chen Yuan felt a sense of familiarity.

It was like someone said a Chinese character.

After writing 1, he began to spell d, i, v, e, r, s, e... No, she was saying the noun, diversity.

"diversity."

Sherry Liu read it a second time, but before that, Chen Yuan had already finished writing.

In other words, he wrote it in just three seconds?

Continue to wait.

"fortune."

f, o, r, t, u, n, e.

Why did he remember it so clearly?

It was like his native language.

Damn it, he was an old war wolf, why was he so familiar with the language of Harvey?

Chen Yuan, you made him feel disgusting!

Because he had memorized every word behind, he could write it out after she read it, and before Sherry Liu read it a second time.

"immigrant."

This word was difficult, and many people in the class began to groan softly when Sherry Liu said it.

Difficult my ass.

i, m, m, i, g, r, a, n, t.

If you can't even spell this, are you all trash?

Ah, forget it, he would be scolded for opening a cheat and pretending. Be humble, be humble.

"Make a living."

Sherry Liu said the words in English to strengthen memory. And for short sentences, she said them in Chinese to facilitate understanding.

And Chen Yuan just happened to use that kind of memory method.

Therefore, it was easy to spell out.

earn a living.

In this way, with the last word, in addition to, apart from, the dictation ended.

Chen Yuan put down the pen and looked relaxed.

Zhou Yu and He Si Jiao in front of him frowned with the same expression, as if they were sleeping in the same bed, and then hugged their heads.

It could be seen that they were extremely irritable.

"After the dictation, everyone continue to self-study in the morning. Before the English class starts, I will correct the dictation. Everyone, are you looking forward to it?"

Yes, looking forward to it.

Chen Yuan nodded.

But the others were groaning, annoyed to death.

Sherry Liu, does your family sell dry pot bullfrogs?

Why are you still killing and cooking them now!

Did you have to make everyone uncomfortable?

"It should be eighty, headache." He Si Jiao shook her head, her mood was subtle.

"I guess eighty is unlikely, sigh." Zhou Yu was also annoyed.

Unlike other subjects, after the English dictation, everyone basically knew the situation.

Therefore, there were joys and sorrows.

And Zhou Fu, this bastard, was calm and continued to study by herself, as if it had no effect on her.

Was this the latitude of the strong?

Everyone was full of leeway!

There were more and more strong people, it felt like the villain who had just finished the first copy hadn't had time to be intimate with his harem, and strong enemies were appearing one by one.

"It's okay, Brother Yuan is here." Looking back at Chen Yuan, Zhou Yu became cheap.

Generally, Brother Yuan would only call him in two situations.

One was when he really needed something, and the other was when he was in trouble, and he came to step on him.

"Chen Yuan, if you can get eighty by memorizing like that, then we really won't live." He Si Jiao also felt that Chen Yuan would definitely crash without memorizing.

"Uh, if you say that so early, will you again..."

Thinking of Zhou Yu and He Si Jiao repeatedly provoking and mocking Chen Yuan, and then being slapped in the face repeatedly, Zhou Fu couldn't help but remind them.

Then, Chen Yuan poked the flesh on her arm—woman, don't talk.

"Don't mock me, I didn't even look at it last night, I relied entirely on these five minutes to memorize, it's uncomfortable." Holding his forehead, Chen Yuan looked pessimistic.

His somewhat sincere performance made Zhou Fu foresee something again...

"I won't say it, I won't say it, my bad." Zhou Yu didn't notice, and apologized with a smile.

"Add oil, add oil, you will definitely get more right." He Si Jiao also didn't notice, and encouraged with a smile.

Smile, um.

Keep smiling.

He hoped that their dictation would be as warm and pure as their smiles.

The half-hour morning self-study ended just like that.

And Sherry Liu, the English human pillar, also quickly finished correcting these dictations.

Then, when the English class started, she clapped her hands and said with a smile, "Come, everyone's favorite reporting scores session is here."

She was right to say that.

Sherry Liu was a teacher who paid attention to taking care of students' faces. She only reported high scores above 95 points. Even if there wasn't his name above 95, no one would feel embarrassed.

"Zhang Chao, 98. It's a pity, almost there."

"Yu Jiacheng, 95, a big improvement."

……

……

"Li Youyou, 95, not bad."

There were seven students above 95 points, and they were basically the same people as usual, so everyone wasn't surprised.

"Then, there are five with 100." She was just reporting the scores, she didn't need to go to the podium, so Sherry Liu spoke quickly. Until the third one, she joked, "Tang Siwen, sixth time getting 100, you have two cups of milk tea saved up, aren't you going to redeem them?"

After she finished speaking, the class laughed.

Then, they all looked at her curiously.

After Tang Siwen thought for a moment, she said, "Heytea Mango Pomelo Sago, one cup first."

How was she a fan of internet celebrity milk tea?

His evaluation was that it was not as good as Super A Cheese Peach.

"Okay, the teacher will bring it to you tomorrow." Sherry Liu continued to read, "Zhou Fu, getting 100 on your first try, amazing."

Zhou Fu smiled shyly, quite modestly.

And when she was about to read the last one hundred, Sherry Liu suddenly paused.

Then, she looked at Zhou Fu's deskmate, the calm-looking boy.

Chen Yuan, 100.

(End of this chapter)