walked out of the head teacher's office, because it was the time of class, Yang Yifan did not go back to the classroom directly, but walked to the playground, found a place to sit, and adjusted his sitting posture.

found that Ge You, who was still in his previous life, was more comfortable, Yang Yifan was directly paralyzed here, with a small song in his mouth, and began to laugh to himself, "Linglin six, tall foot seven, you big-headed Buddha (Cantonese song)...".

The students who are skipping class in the distance are chatting, it is estimated that they are the first and second years of high school, and they are definitely not the third year of high school, because the third year of high school is more strict, and it is still a little difficult to skip class.

The group of people not far away heard Yang Yifan singing, maybe they thought that everyone was skipping school and could play together, and then the person who took the lead walked to Yang Yifan with four or five friends.

Yang Yifan, who was directly interrupting and looking at the sky, asked, "Dude, this song is very flavorful, whose song is it? I haven't seen you before!

Yang Yifan looked at the visitor and said: "Stephen Chow sang in a movie, there is nothing wrong, I am also from this school." ”

The leader handed over a cigarette, Yang Yifan did not refuse, and then put it in his mouth, and a small group on the side stepped forward to light it.

Yang Yifan took a big puff hard, and casually spit out a big smoke ring, which was the first time he smoked since he was reborn.

In his previous life, he also smoked, but in the past few days, he has forgotten this skill, and now he is not hidden, basically he can not smoke, but in his last life, he liked to sit alone on the balcony after work, looking at smoking in the distance in a daze.

As the smoke ring dissipated, everyone was silent for a while, and then the leader said: "Look at your Svenwen, white and pure, I thought you didn't smoke, look at your posture of holding a cigarette and smoking, I know that you are an old smoking gun." ”

"My name is Wu Shiyong, you can call me Da Yong, if you want to save face, you can call me "Brother Yong". ”

This Wu Shiyong is probably used to being the boss of the small circle, and he hopes that everyone will call him that.

Then "Brother Yong" continued to introduce: "This is Lu Xinyue, my neighbor's dead child, who has been pestering me since I was a child.

It's just a genius, I jumped three levels, and after finishing the first year of junior high school, I took the high school entrance examination directly, and I went directly to the first year of high school, the point is that I don't even know what she likes about me, this dead child is only twelve years old, and he has been sticking to me, so that I can't find a girlfriend. ”

Wu Shiyong said this, and there was definitely an element of showing off.

"His name is Cheng Guoping, he has an elder brother in the army, who is very powerful, I can resist him a few moves at most, (Cheng Guoping's brother can kill him in seconds) Guoping has a very good brain, if he is not too lazy, it is estimated that there is no problem in going to college now. ”

"This is Zheng Mingbin, he is Zheng Cancheng, they are twin brothers, Zheng Cancheng is the younger brother, and we are all in the same family building. ”

This is clearly to tell Yang Yifan that their families are all "officials", and who are the people who can live in the family building, they are basically subordinate personnel of the government.

"You can always come to me if you have anything to do in this area in the future. ”

"By the way, what's your name?"

Yang Yifan didn't sit anymore, he stood up directly, he was taller than the group of guys opposite, with a slender and slender figure, and his hair was almost over his shoulders, he was the hottest "Brother Haonan" in this era, looking at a few people, Yang Yifan said: "You are all children in the first and second years of high school." ”

Yang Yifan has never completely changed, he still thinks that he is still the thirty-two-year-old "old man", not the current seventeen-year-old, so this little friend, to this group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old children, just subconsciously said it, and it has no other meaning.

Hearing Yang Yifan call himself a child, Brother Yong was a little unhappy, but he had a high-ranking father, and his tutor was relatively strict, so he still had this point in the city government, and he didn't show anything on the spot.

Yang Yifan continued: "Brother Yong, I won't call it, I'm obviously older than you, and I'm a senior in high school." ”

Wu Shiyong looked at Yang Yifan's answer, looked at this "Haonan", and then said: "You are awesome, you still came out to skip class in the third year of high school? We are all academic tyrants who can take the A exam casually, I don't know if you are a scholar or a scumbag." ”

Because Yang Yifan did not follow this person who called himself "Brother Yong" and called him "Brother Yong", this Brother Yong was a little bit inferior to Yang Yifan in his words.

Yang Yifan didn't care, in fact, he didn't care, Yang Yifan didn't feel it at all, Brother Yong had this meaning, if Steward Tang was here, it was estimated that Brother Yong would end up with the arrogant young man the day before yesterday.

Yang Yifan shook his head and said: "I didn't skip class, I took a week off, I just came back today, and when I returned to school, I found that I had already started class, so I didn't go back to the classroom first, I sat here, as for my academic performance, it was okay, and I could barely mix with a university." ”

This will Yang Yifan carefully look at this Yong brother, about 1.75 meters, dressed in a leisurely outfit suitable for sports, with dark skin, a little calloused fists, and the chest muscles are obviously protruding, which is a bit interesting.

Yang Yifan casually asked, "Are you practicing martial arts, traditional martial arts or taekwondo?"

Wu Shiyong looked at Yang Yifan seriously with a little surprise, and confirmed that Yang Yifan was not a martial arts practitioner, so he teased: "Yo, can you see it?"

Yang Yifan replied with a smile: "As long as you are not blind, you can see it, grab the hands of "Brother Yong" and fiddle with it for everyone to see, see that these fists have calluses, and then pat the chest of "Brother Yong", the muscles in the chest are a little explosive, do you think I am blind." ”

Brother Yong scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "What I practice is not traditional martial arts and taekwondo, but what I practice is national arts." ”

"What's the matter? It's still too late for you to recognize me as Brother Yong, otherwise if you tell others in the future, I won't recognize me if I'm your Brother Yong!"

The girl named Lu Xinyue on the side looked at this "Brother Yong" with a face, especially when Brother Yong was showing off that he was learning national arts, Lu Xinyue's eyes were shining, although she was only twelve years old, it didn't prevent her from liking this Brother Yong.

As for what makes a little kid like Brother Yong, I don't know.

Yang Yifan suddenly gave a fist salute to this Yong brother, "Time, Yang Yifan." ”

Brother Yong was stunned for a moment, but he also politely returned the salute with his fists, "Hong Fist, Wu Shiyong." ”

Brother Yong didn't expect that Yang Yifan was also practicing martial arts, but looking at Yang Yifan's figure, he didn't even look like a martial arts practitioner, and he hadn't even heard of the school of time.

Wu Shiyong asked suspiciously: "Time, is there such a sect? is it also a national art?"

Yang Yifan thought for a moment and said, "It's also a national art!"

Knowing that Yang Yifan also knew national arts, Wu Shiyong and a few friends took a serious look at Yang Yifan.

Of course, according to Wu Shiyong's friends, their family conditions, it is not a strange thing to know national arts, but it is just a question of whether they want to learn or not, they have all seen real kung fu.

Ordinary masters don't bother to learn, and good masters don't want to accept them, so their situation is a bit awkward.

Those fancy fists and legs are all for performance, and they are not considered to be arts, so why did the national art decline? Because the national art is a "killing technique," and the technique of quickly killing the enemy on the battlefield by practicing one move is called "national art."

What is the so-called national art of each sect? Is it to strengthen the body? Yes and no, because the national art of each sect is a different killing technique, and they study the weaknesses of the human body to the extreme, and the "technique" that starts at the weak point can also be called the "technique" of each sect; of course, when it comes to modern martial arts, these are basically not taught, and most of these secret techniques are only proficient in contemporary masters.

But the national art is not very applicable in this harmonious society, the performance of the national art will be dead, so the contemporary martial arts are slowly replaced by the "style" martial arts of the fist show the legs, and the current martial arts are only for good looks, not for actual combat, then the national arts are the opposite!

Wu Shiyong asked a little disbelievingly: "Since you are also a martial arts practitioner, tell me, what realm are you?"

Yang Yifan smiled and said casually: "It's a little better than you." ”

"Brother Yong" immediately retorted in fear: "You have a slender body, and you don't have calluses on your hands, you dare to say that you are better than me?" I'm afraid you haven't seen a master!"

Wu Shiyong suddenly had an idea, he practiced the inner family exercises? Only those who practice the internal family exercises will be like this, the really powerful national martial arts masters are all immortal wind bones, and they can't help but look weak, but they are more perverted than the other, but according to Yang Yifan's age, they are not like it!

Brother Yong is also a brave and ruthless age, and he was a little unconvinced, so he said to Yang Yifan: "Let's have a competition." ”

Yang Yifan saw that there were still five minutes left in the class, and felt that there was enough time, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll play with you." ”