"Liu Qiang, Xu Wendong, you stand in the back for me!"

The two boys staggered out of their seats and stood at the back of the room.

The Chinese teacher pushed her glasses, glanced at the class with a stern gaze, and then continued her lecture.

It was summer vacation, and he also wanted to rest and take his wife and children out for a trip.

However, for the sake of these children's future and their college entrance examination results, the Chinese teacher still sacrificed his rest time to give them make-up lessons.

These two boys are chatting in class, and they don't listen carefully, so he can't help but get angry.

Liu Qiang and Xu Wendong stood honestly for a while, and when they saw that the Chinese teacher no longer paid attention to them, they whispered.

"Have you stood up for a horse?" asked Liu Qiang, "I can now penetrate the soles of my feet and pick at the ground with my toes." But I haven't found that feeling together. ”

"I've stood up a long time ago, and now I'm standing on the 'three-body' pile. Try to work on kung fu up to the spine,"

After a pause, Xu Wendong said, "It is said that some people in 17 have practiced to make crisp sounds, close to the peak of Ming Jin." ”

"So powerful!" Liu Qiangqiang was shocked, "I'm afraid he's the same genius as Wang Chao, right?"

"It is said that he was a sports student who practiced sprinting and gymnastics, but he grew too tall so he gave up gymnastics, and now he is on the 17th Colonel basketball team. ”

"Is anyone going to give him a hand?"

"Of course there is, and go to one to be subdued, otherwise how do you think his reputation spreads," Xu Wendong showed admiration, "Maybe he will be able to touch the threshold of dark energy in two years." ”

"Does he know how to play? Playing style, one hit is a crime. He didn't kill or maim people, did he?"

"No, the gap between others and him is too big, so he can play with ease," Xu Wendong has a good literary style, and he often gets high scores in his writing, "Control the strength of your hand." If there is a master of the same level to challenge him, maybe he will not be able to hold back and cause death. ”

"Hey," Liu Qiang sighed, "In modern society, guns are rampant, national art is withering, and my generation of martial artists can only be cautious." Even if it is the supreme realm of beating people like hanging paintings, a master of turning into strength, and practicing kung fu into the bone marrow, he can only block small-caliber bullets, and cannot stop machine gun fire. So if you accidentally kill or maim someone, you can only wander the world...... Oh, who! Ah, Dean of Studies!"

"Return my generation of martial artists, and still wander the world!" the teaching director said and struck him the head with a rolled up newspaper, "You guys have gone crazy! Standing at the back of the classroom is not honest, stand in the corridor for me to reflect on!"

......

During recess.

The air conditioner was crunching.

In the teacher's office of the third year of high school in 17, the teachers are chatting.

Talking about exams, talking about higher education, talking about students, talking about stocks, and even whispering gossip about the butt prints on the desk.

"The current students, it's amazing, I'm really worried that something will happen to them one day. ”

Teacher Liu, who teaches mathematics, turned his head sideways and inadvertently saw that Teacher Chen, who taught Chinese, was not sitting in his seat, but squatting.

She blinked and looked at it, and asked in surprise, "Teacher Chen, what are you doing here?"

Teacher Chen didn't raise his head, this man in his twenties, who had just been admitted to the school, the male teacher of the white fat Sven said in a calm tone, "Stand on the horse." ”

"Why do you want to stand on a horse?"

"Of course, it's for martial arts. ”

"Practicing martial arts?" Not only did Teacher Liu smile, but the rest of the female teachers also laughed deliciously.

"What are you crazy about?" said Mr. Lin, the head of the grade, as he walked in, frowning.

"I'm not crazy, it's real kung fu," Mr. Chen explained, "Originally, I saw a few students practicing, and I didn't believe it. ”

"But there is a student who has really practiced very well, and he is almost at the peak of his strength, and some students from other schools have come to him to compete, and they have all been easily defeated by him. ”

Teacher Lin was a little angry: "There are students fighting? Why didn't you say it earlier! Hey, it's summer vacation, and the security guards are also lax." ”

"That's not the point," Teacher Chen patiently explained, "The point is that I went to find that book to read, and found that the book was indeed very reasonable, and it was to teach real kung fu, so I bought a few more textbooks and practiced by myself." ”

"What book?"

"Romance of the Dragon and Snake. ”

"What?" said Mr. Lin felt himself experiencing auditory hallucinations.

"Romance of the Dragon and Snake," Teacher Chen raised his voice, "This is a web book. ”

"Internet?" Several teachers looked at each other, and after exchanging glances, they all felt the urge to dial 120 to call the psychiatric hospital.

Teacher Chen naturally understood their eyes, and smiled faintly, only to feel that Xia Worm was speechless.

The truth is always in the hands of a few.

Life is really lonely as snow!

But as a colleague, he still kindly told them: "Although it is a network, the author has real kung fu, and selflessly writes his kung fu for everyone to learn." I'm sober, don't look at me like that, the facts will tell. When I have practiced the national arts, I will demonstrate them to you. ”

"No," he suddenly frowned again, and said to himself, "I can't show it to you, the national art is only to kill the enemy, not to perform." I can't really kill someone to show you......"

The stump is broken, and the flesh is flying.

With a few screams, the female teacher fell to the ground in her last breath.

Old Demon Chen stood in the center of the office, blood dripping from his fingertips.

His eyes were ferocious, and he looked up to the sky and shouted, "Who else!"

Several female teachers had such a scene in their minds.

They were all frightened by their own imagination.

After exchanging glances in fear, an agreement was quickly reached: call 120 right away!

By the time this surnamed Chen goes on a killing spree in the office, it's too late!

......

Xiaohu, a disciple of Tai Chi Grand Master Guan Lide, came in to report to him.

After the report, Xiaohu glanced at the master who was standing on the horse, and stopped talking.

Guan Lide's tone was indifferent, and he looked like a master outside the world: "What's the matter? ”

After holding back his face and flushing, Xiaohu finally asked, "Teacher, are you also practicing according to the things in that book?"

He has been with Guan Lide for a long time, and naturally knows the details of Guan Lide, and he will not be the same as the foolish men and fools outside, and he really thinks that Guan Lide is a master of the dust.

Guan Lide has a senior brother who has real skills and can be regarded as a Tai Chi master.

But Guan Lide, kung fu didn't learn half of his senior brother's half, hehe, but he is a grandmaster in packaging.

But even Guan Lide's senior brother is not very good in actual combat.

Guan Lide's tone was still flat, "It doesn't hurt to try." In his book, some things are plausible, as if there is some truth, and many references to the classics of his predecessors have made different interpretations. ”

"As a teacher, you have to give it a try, so that you can take its essence and remove its dross and turn it into your own use. ”

It's a high-sounding thing!

Xiaohu belly scolded a few words.

But he is really curious, this book called "Romance of the Dragon and Snake" on the Internet, it is indeed the truth.

In private, he communicated with some senior brothers and other martial arts practitioners.

Many people believe that these practice methods and playing methods can be justified and have great reference significance.

Some people are dismissive, thinking that this is purely a fool, a writer's romance, not real kung fu.

Xiaohu is skeptical.

In general, it is mostly skeptical.

The reason for the suspicion is that the depictions in this book seem too real.

And in his experience, the more real it seems, the more likely it is to be fake.

For example, his master, Guan Lide, usually talks about the head of the practice, and there is no flaw.

Anyone who hears it will believe it.

But it's all fake.

......

Yang Liqi rushed to his girlfriend and asked for credit: "Linlin, it's successful, the student union has allowed us to set up a Guoshu Club! It also allows us to borrow an indoor gymnasium to practice! In a few days, we will be able to officially establish a club!"

Lin Lin quickly pecked him on the face to show her reward, and asked with a happy smile, "Have they become so refreshing?"

"I found a brother who stayed in school and didn't go home, and he is now the vice president in charge of student club work. He also watched "Romance of the Dragon and Snake", so he readily approved it. ”

Linlin asked expectantly, "Will he join our club?"

"No," Yang Liqi shook his head, "I exchanged a few words with him, and he felt that what was written in the book was made up, but it was just made up very truthfully." ”

Lin Lin smiled: "Then why did he approve us to set up the Guoshu Society?"

He said it's good to have fun and exercise. Anyway, we can't practice real kung fu, and we're not afraid that we will kill or hurt people. If what is written in the book is true, and we can practice real kung fu according to practice, he will not dare to approve our establishment of the club. ”

Linlin giggled.

Yang Liqi also laughed with his girlfriend for a while.

"This senior brother is really a wonderful person," Lin Lin smiled, "We have already done a new recruitment poster, let's go and put up the poster! Hmph, there are already hundreds of people waiting in line to join, and after a period of fermentation, we will soon become the number one club in the school!"

"But after we established the club, how did we carry out activities? Is it true that hundreds of people stand in the gymnasium every time?" Yang Liqi said worriedly.

"You're stupid!" Lin Lin slapped her boyfriend on the shoulder, and said in a tone of hatred that iron is not steel, "Who said that the Guoshu Society should practice martial arts?"

"Then what are we going to do?" Yang Liqi had a bad premonition in his heart.

"On the surface, it is the Guoshu Society, but in essence, it is Hemingway's support club," Linlin said in a natural tone, "The school does not allow the establishment of a support club on the surface, so we can only put on a layer of 'Guoshu Society' skin." ”

Yang Liqi immediately felt that the approval of "allowing the establishment of a society" in his hand was not fragrant.

He hung his head and recited the terms of the application like an endorsement: "I thought that the Guoshu Club was to provide a communication garden for Guoshu lovers, so that our college students could strengthen their bodies, combine work and rest, and study and work with full energy......"

Linlin laughed out loud and touched her boyfriend's face, as if she was touching a wronged puppy: "The national art is fake, everyone knows it." You, you really want to practice, you can find a few boys like you to practice and play when the time comes. We girls didn't join the Guoshu Club to practice Guoshu, do you think we all want to be Tang Zichen?"

"How can Guoshu be fake?" Yang Liqi was a little angry, feeling that some of the things he firmly believed in his heart had been denied by his girlfriend.

He even felt that his worth was denied.

Linlin's beautiful eyes stared at him for a long time, and smiled: "I can come out tonight, I don't have to go back to the bedroom." ”

Yang Liqi immediately forgot about the question of the authenticity of the national art. He was surprised and delighted: "I'll book a room right away!"