In the classroom of the seventh class of the third year of high school.

Phew.

Han Dong took a slightly worn broom and swept up the dust and garbage in the classroom...... Daily duty is relatively simple, just sweep and mop again.

The other two students cleaned the passage of other desks, while Li Ziwei cleaned up the podium, glancing at Han Dong from time to time.

For the rest of the students, what happened in the afternoon martial arts theory class...... It's just a fight, and at best, it's a conflict between classmates, which is normal. The shocking emotions are due to the difference in the identities between the two and the crisp situation in which Han Dong suppressed Gao Yang.

After a night of self-study, my mood returned to normal.

But Li Ziwei is different.

She looked more closely...... She always felt that Han Dong's last punch should have been aimed at Gao Yang's head and smashed down, but there was a deviation in the middle.

"A normal adolescent can't care about his reason at all. Han Dong was able to restrain himself. Li Ziwei pursed her pink lips, becoming more and more curious. But she forgot...... She is an adolescent girl herself.

Phew.

Sweep and drag again, it won't take long.

About five minutes later, the two students left side by side, still discussing an advanced math problem with each other.

"Huh?"

Han Dong turned his head to look, and at this time, only him and Li Ziwei were left in the classroom. He replied, "You have the key to lock the door?"

Li Ziwei packed her schoolbag and nodded: "It's with me." ”

"Good. ”

Han Dong picked up his backpack and hurriedly walked out of the classroom, thinking about the pile skills, martial arts grades, and how to find the gray air current.

Yes?

Li Ziwei was dumbfounded, and glanced back at the classroom, only she was left!

"This, this Han Dong ......" she blinked.

Just now she wanted to ask Han Dong how to go home, but Han Dong left directly, as if he didn't want to deal with her.

But.

Li Ziwei's family conditions are very good, and she has seen some excellent and powerful young people, although Han Dong makes her curious, but she can't talk about appreciation, at best, she has a little doubt and shock.

"Hmph. ”

Li Ziwei put on her schoolbag, walked out of the classroom quickly, locked the class door, and hurriedly walked to the school gate. During her junior year of high school, her mother drove her to and from school, and she couldn't delay too much.

......

School gates.

Han Dong's face was contemplative, and his eyes showed joy: "The level of pile skills and martial arts will only be verified tomorrow afternoon." As for the gray air flow......"

"Go back and check the ancient buildings in Suhe City on the Internet!"

He was secretly excited.

Until just now, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Since the gray air flow is related to historical age, there is no need to deliberately look for antiques, because there are countless century-old objects in this city.

For example, the stele in the park......

Or trees that are more than 100 years old......

It can also be a building with a long history, a treasure collection of the city museum, and a scenic spot that has survived from ancient times......

In other words.

If it exists for more than 100 years, it can contain gray airflow. This means that in this city, there is a huge amount of gray air currents waiting for him to find!

Just thinking about it made him inexplicably longing.

Smack.

With joy, Han Dong's steps were brisker.

"Hey, Han Dong!"

Li Ziwei shouted from behind.

Han Dong looked back and said with a smile: "Walking so fast, in a hurry to go home?"

Li Ziwei nodded her snow-white chin, brushed her somewhat disheveled hair, and asked, "Well, my mother is here to pick me up...... How do you get home. ”

Han Dong said: "My home is not far from the school, so I will walk back." ”

"Oooh. ”

Li Ziwei bowed.

followed by Han Dong and waved his hand to her, and left again straightforwardly, leaving only Li Ziwei, who had a tender face, messy in the wind, as if feeling the cold of the early spring breeze.

Forget it once, and do it again!

It's too much!

Li Ziwei pursed her lips, glanced at the school gate with beautiful eyes, and walked towards a milky white, delicate and conspicuous Porsche Cayenne...... Click, she opened the passenger door and sat inside.

"Ziwei, is that your classmate?"

A middle-aged woman raised her hand and pointed at the back that was fading away, and asked with a chuckle. Li Ziwei hummed casually, and her voice implied a hint of dissatisfaction.

The middle-aged woman didn't ask any more questions, started the car, and drove away from the school gate.

......

Inside the living room of Han Dong's house.

The slightly old table with kombu pork rib soup has a mellow and warm aroma that sets off the quiet atmosphere. Only Han Dong's mother and Chen Shu sat opposite Han Dong.

Chen Shu watched quietly and explained softly: "Your dad is a little tired today, and he just came back and went into the bedroom, and he doesn't know how to be so busy." ”

Han Dong said: "What about Xiaoqian." ”

"Xiaoqian ate a little full at night and went to bed early. Chen Shu laughed in a low voice: "You can leave them alone, and replenish the nutrients." The third year of high school is a tormenting day for the body, but don't exhaust yourself. ”

"Don't worry, Mom. ”

Han Dong said vaguely.

Listening to the anticipation in his mother's tone, Han Dong felt more and more pressure...... can't live up to the expectations of my parents, and I must try my best to be admitted to the university, otherwise the plummeting results of the college entrance examination will inevitably reduce the atmosphere at home to the freezing point.

For a normal family.

Eighteen years of parenting, twelve years of schooling, and finally waiting for this critical threshold, although the college entrance examination does not determine everything, but this is the ardent expectation of parents, and it is not just as simple as a grade.

"Seven products, seven products......"

Han Dong slowly swallowed the last mouthful of soup and grunted...... My stomach was a little warm, but I was also a little hungry.

Kindness?

Han Dong frowned, and instantly realized.

After the full enhancement of the gray airflow, his muscle fibers, internal strength, and even bones have all been significantly enhanced. He also eats a little more.

A hint of determination flashed in Han Dong's eyes.

He wanted to check the information on the stone monuments and ancient buildings in the park in Suhe City, and strive to harvest a new gray air flow after practicing martial arts tomorrow afternoon.

......

The next day, inside the fitness activity building.

There are about 80 martial arts students, standing on the side of the ring, their bodies in a strange and high-spirited state, neat and magnificent.

Han Dong stood on the other side of the ring, standing opposite Ning Lao.

"Ning Lao. ”

Han Dong handed over the temporary certificate of martial arts students.

Ning Lao, who was dressed in dark black clothes, glanced at him casually, and said lightly: "Turning into a martial arts student so soon, huh...... I am only responsible for teaching martial arts, if you don't compete before the college entrance examination and can't get into college, you deserve it. ”

"Remember. ”

Ning Lao's face was expressionless: "The college entrance examination results are not good, don't look for me to chirp." ”

Han Dong's heart sank and said, "Yes." ”

From Sun Hui's mouth, I learned that this Ning Lao had a strange temper. Sometimes normal and calm, sometimes manic and harsh, once pressed a disobedient martial arts student, smashed the ground, and the martial arts student was seriously bruised on his face.

"The practice of martial arts starts with pile gong, and then supplemented by body control training, as for the training for strength, there is a detailed process on the Internet, go back and practice by yourself. ”

"Pile work can intensify the flow of qi and blood, and can also enhance qi and endurance. ”

"The way to practice body control, ask other martial arts students yourself. I'll only teach you the piles. Ning Lao's face was covered with frost.

Let's talk about it.

Ning Lao's feet were separated, and his momentum was transformed.

His demeanor changed from gloomy and fierce to impassioned, like a high-spirited mountain, followed by a slight adjustment of body parts, and his palms formed a simple mudra one after the other.

"Follow my movements, learn little by little. ”

"This pile of work emphasizes invincible firmness, and no matter what obstacles are blocked, they are weak and unbearable dregs. There are two key factors, one is the standard of action, and the other is that the mood must be adjusted. ”

Ning Lao spit out words indifferently, and he didn't care whether Han Dong understood it or not.

"Mood?"

Han Dong was secretly surprised, and hurriedly followed Ning Lao's movements and explanations, and began to practice.

He had looked it up on the Internet earlier...... All the pile work involving emotions is a relatively advanced pile work!

This pile gong needs to be adapted to the mood, it must be extremely profound, at least it can be practiced to more than three grades, and it is very different from the ordinary pile gong that can be learned by paying online.

This couldn't help but make Han Dong feel joyful, and he meticulously learned this pile skill.

......

A moment later.

Ning Lao glanced at Han Dong, who was staring at him steadily, then looked at his posture, and said in a deep voice: "The first practice is good, continue to stand on the pile for two hours, and take a break to grasp it yourself." ”

Anyway.

He was about to leave with his hands behind his back.

Han Dong subconsciously asked: "Ning, Ning Lao." What is the name of this pile? ”

"Anode piles. ”

Old Man Ning snorted without looking back, then found a chair and sat down, a trace of brutal anger flashed in his eyes.

......

When it was time to finish, Ning Lao walked out of the venue with his hands behind his back. This also made all the martial arts students present breathe a sigh of relief, revealing a relieved look.

Han Dong also exhaled.

At this time, he was already sweating. Practicing the anode pile for the first time is not only a test of the body, but also a torture of the mood...... He was really tired of insisting on an impassioned mood.

Sun Hui looked at Han Dong's tired expression, walked towards Han Dong, and handed over a pack of wet wipes: "Haha, you have persisted for two hours in your first practice, which is already very good." ”

"Oh yes. ”

"I still have something to do today, and when I finish practicing martial arts tomorrow, I will explain to you how to control your body and strengthen your strength. Sun Hui smiled.

Han Dong thanked him again and again.

Sun Hui scratched his short burgundy hair and said with a smile: "Don't be so polite, you are so tired, go home and rest." In addition, it is normal for Ning Lao to be in a bad mood, not for you, don't think about it yourself. ”

Han Dong nodded and said with a casual smile: "The first time I came here last week, Ning Lao was quite gentle. It is estimated that he is in a bad mood relatively rarely. ”

"Ugh. ”

Sun Hui was stunned and said speechlessly: "Six days a week, at least four days." ”

......

In the classroom of the seventh class of the third year of high school.

A middle-aged woman with a slightly burly figure was standing on the podium, scanning the class and frowning imperceptibly.

This is none other than the head teacher Li Ming.

"Han Dong?"

She sighed secretly, not optimistic about Han Dong's decision to turn into a martial arts student.

She looked at the vacant seat outside the third row against the wall, quite a little at first glance, shook her head and said secretly: "Although Han Dong's grades are unstable, there is no problem in being admitted to an ordinary university, and he can also sprint to this university." ”

"Who would have thought that he would turn into a martial arts student?"

Li Ming very much disagreed.

But Han Dong had already finished the turn, and she also vaguely felt Han Dong's sincerity, not a casual joke that gave up on himself, but seemed to be anxious to seize the last opportunity.

"As soon as he became a martial arts student, he could fight Gao Yang without saying a word, and he had no power to resist?" Li Ming glanced at Gao Yang, who was sitting in the penultimate row, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "It is estimated that Han Dong, this kid, does have some talent for martial arts." ”

"Hopefully he will succeed. ”

Li Ming coughed lightly and began to lecture.

Conflicts between students are relatively common, and as long as they do not involve fights, they rarely attract the attention of the school.

Moreover, last night, Mr. Jiang also emphasized in every possible way that this was by no means a fight, but a normal communication between classmates, and it was he who made Han Dong's education high.

Yes, it's just education.

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