If it weren't for Lu Shun appearing today, I'm afraid Zhao Xuehao would really want to teach himself a lesson.

Presumably they must know about themselves and Cheng Yao, Zhao Xuehao and they must know.

So today he suddenly appeared with so many people, is it aimed at me, isn't it?

The more Guan Jiajie thought about it, the more scared he became, it must be like that, Zhao Xuehao once said,

When the boss can be detached, when the younger brother must be tense.

"Zhao Xuehao, you wait for Lao Tzu, ah!"

Guan Jiajie jumped up from the bed violently, kicked and hit the air fiercely, and kept scolding in his mouth.

"Boom!"

At this time, the door opened, and Guan's mother looked at her son who was a little stunned.

Guan Jiajie didn't stop, and asked while gesturing, "Mom, is the meal ready?"

"Ahh Guan's mother came to her senses, "Let's go, your dad is back too, let's eat!"

Guan Jiajie stopped, gasped for a while, and went to the living room.

"What a good meal! I haven't eaten my mother's meal for a long time, hehe"

"Have you washed your hands?" asked Dad Guan with a serious face, and the chopsticks in his hand did not stop.

Guan Jiajie blushed and hurriedly washed his hands.

Guan's mother glared at the old man fiercely, and complained: "The child hasn't come back for a long time, he always keeps a straight face, and after twenty years, that momentum can't be changed." ”

"You're used to it. A boy has to be like a man. Words and deeds should be steady, not so frivolous and lazy. ”

Dad Guan spoke a lot softer to his wife.

After a while, Guan Jiajie gently walked back to the table and sat down, raised his hand and said, "Dad, the hands are washed." ”

"Eat, son. Ignore him, your dad is that person, and you don't know it. ”

Guan's mother handed him the rice, looked thoughtfully at her son, then at Guan's father, then at her son, and sighed.

The son is quite well-behaved, he never causes trouble when he grows so big, which seems like a good thing but not like a good thing.

This child has been brainwashed by his father with traditional concepts since he was a child, and he is steady, required by rules, and will add fist and foot education from time to time.

Did you beat a child?

When he was in junior high school, he was close to home, and he was still under his nose, and ordinary bad boys didn't dare to provoke him.

But now that I'm in the city alone, I don't know ...

Thinking of this, Guan's mother glanced at Guan Jiajie, who was bowing her head and picking up rice, and asked casually, "Son, is it good to stay in No. 2 Middle School?"

"Eat without saying anything, don't sleep or sleep!" Guan Dad interjected.

"You shut up for me," Guan's mother was obviously a little unhappy, "I get up every day and take care of the child like a prisoner, this is home, not your prison." ”

After speaking, he glared at Dad Guan, and his eyes had already told him, you can say another word.

Guan Jiajie was accustomed to his mother reprimanding his father, paused for a moment, and continued to pick up rice.

Thinking about it wrong, my mother seemed to have asked just now, so she bared her teeth and smiled: "Very good." ”

"Yes, that's good," Guan's mother breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ask,

"I heard that the second middle school is chaotic, and there are some bad children everywhere, so I know that there are fights and trouble. Mom is also afraid that my son will be angry outside. ”

Guan Jiajie frowned, wondering how did his mother know?

Immediately relieved, my mother is not Zhao Xuehao, and they know everything.

With years of experience, my mother is ready to play routines.

So he immediately pretended to be stupid, "What? High school can be an important life-changing stage. Don't believe it!"

Guan's mother felt a little more relaxed, ate a few bites of food, and prepared for the next question.

"I'm full, I'm going to watch TV first, it's time. Dad Guan glanced at the wall clock on the wall, got up and took a sip of water.

Guan's mother glanced at him, "In addition to going to work, I just watch TV." I don't know how to care about my son at all, or I will be scolded or beaten. The kids have grown up, you know?"

Father Guan smiled and said: "It's not you! You also said that when the child grows up, he can make his own decisions, isn't it, it's better for him to handle it himself."

You could discipline him when I was a kid, and now, by the way, I haven't hit him in a long time, haven't I?"

Hearing this, Guan Jiajie's chopsticks almost fell to the ground, when he peeked at the little old man.

happened to meet Shangguan's father's eagle-like eyes, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly buried his face in the bowl.

Guan's mother burst out laughing, "You, you can make a joke with your child." Look at the child scared, where it looks like a red, three, generation. ”

"Look, I'll just say! Come on, I'll go back to watching TV. Dad Guan smiled.

"Promise me something, and I'll let you go back to watch your devil-fighting TV. Guan's mother casually picked up the dishes.

"Okay, you can tell me quickly, it's time to open. ”

Father Guan glanced at his son and found that he didn't look at him this time, so he smiled and begged.

"I can't open it, there's still a title ahead. Guan's mother gave him a blank look, and then cleared her throat,

"You teach your children a set of punches that you have practiced as soldiers!"

The two men present froze and looked at the mistress of the house in disbelief.

"What did you say?" Daddy Guan couldn't believe his ears.

Mother Guan continued to eat calmly, chewed for a while, and then said:

"I'm serious, and I've already figured it out, so I'll teach you what you used to like to fight the most.

What my son likes, I want to support him, since the summer vacation, the child has practiced indiscriminately every day, and I feel distressed when I look at it. ”

Dad Guan exclaimed, "You mean to teach him that set of punches?"

Guan's mother continued to eat casually, and turned her face to smile at Guan's father.

"You're talking about, Black Dragon Eighteen Hands?"

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On Saturday afternoon, October 7, students began to return to school, and after dinner, they had to study on their own.

In 2000, for the first time, a seven-day rest holiday was implemented for the National Day, and this long holiday was extremely fulfilling for Guan Jiajie.

Under the strict training of Father Guan, he thoroughly mastered the details of the Black Dragon's eighteen hands.

Therefore, on the seventh day, after playing a complete set of punches, he actually got a slight praise from the little old man.

When he arrived at the school, Guan Jiajie couldn't wait to tell Li Xiaotian the news, and the latter was obviously very interested, so he promised to teach him tomorrow's morning exercise.

The next morning, before the alarm went off, Li Xiaotian woke up Guan Jiajie and said that it was not bad for ten or eight points, and he hurried to learn boxing.

Guan Jiajie stretched his waist and smiled helplessly, for an acute person like Li Xiaotian, it was really tormenting, and it was estimated that he didn't sleep well at night.

In their training ground, there are still only some old men and old ladies who are exercising in the morning.

The two of them were a little deeper in the woods and began to prepare for the event. The trot along the way is also considered a warm-up.

Li Xiaotian moved his hands and ankles and asked, "Brother Jie, have you practiced that set of boxing, we are also considered to be in the martial arts." ”

Guan Jiajie pursed his lips and snorted: "I don't count, you are naïve." ”

"Come on, come on, you play the whole set first, I'll have a sneak peek. I thought you were Guo Jing all night, and my head was full of eighteen palms of descending dragons. ”