Zheng Fang saw Xiao Lamei under the illumination of the lanterns, walked to the speaker, she took out a large stack of things from the cabinet under the record player, rummaged through it, took out a black disc, and put the disc into the record player with the lid open, in an instant, beautiful music sounded, and the whole colorful playground seemed to come alive in an instant, as if there was something wonderful under the lanterns, in the crowd, and the playground flowed.

"The water of Wanquan River is clear and clear, I will send my brother to be a Red Army ......"

As the music sounded, many of the seated men stood up, and they walked up to the women, and politely extended their hands, and the women smiled one by one, and took the men's outstretched hand, and then, and then, and ...... Zheng Fang was unbelievable to find that they were hugging each other in public! Although it was not the kind that hugged tightly, but they were also hugging together, the man put his arm around the woman's waist, the woman's hand was on the man's shoulder, Zheng Fang's world collapsed in an instant, this special, this special...... There is going to be a style problem!

Zheng Fang looked around nervously, and found that the students were staring at the dancing crowd in the field one by one, none of them showed surprised expressions, they all looked commonplace, and some were still whispering about the dancing posture of the dancers.

Zheng Fang quietly touched his head, drank the bayberry juice in his hand in one gulp, suppressed the panic in his heart, returned to the car, chose a bottle of red in his hand, and took a sip, watermelon-flavored, good. Zheng Fang nodded and walked back into the colorful world.

Relying on a bottle of watermelon juice, Zheng Fang cleaned up his mood, and then looked at the dance floor and calmed down a lot, he found that Principal Huang and Teacher Fang were dancing together, Principal Huang's steps were straight like a soldier, the steps were very big, Teacher Fang brought it to him, and the long skirt was scattered, like a blooming flower. Principal Ge was dancing with a woman Zheng Fang didn't know, his face full of seriousness, cautious, as if he was afraid of crushing something, and the light drew an ever-changing abstract painting on his bald head.

Zheng Fang found that almost all the female classmates went down to dance, Xiao Lamei and John Du were together, leaning back, with an expression that no one was close to, John Du hooked his body, his face was shy, his mouth was open and closed, and he didn't know what he was saying.

Zhong Xiaohui, Liang Haiyan, Liang Feifei, and Tong Jie were all jumping below, Tong Jie was hugged by a young teacher, with a happy smile on her face. Zheng Fang looked at this scene, his heart was sour for no reason, he took two sips of watermelon juice and drank it, turned around and went to get another bottle, this time he chose the purple one, one bite down, grape-flavored, Zheng Fang nodded.

"007, how many bottles have you drunk?" Zhou Huan suddenly turned his head and shouted at Zheng Fang.

Zheng Fang rolled his eyes and thought: "Even this bottle, a total of 4 bottles." He waved the glass bottle in his hand.

Zhou Huan said: "Do you dare to go down and dance?"

Zheng Fangdao: "What don't you dare?"

Zhou Huan asked, "Who do you want to dance with, I'll make an appointment for you later." ”

Zheng Fang said: "Pull it down, don't you also stand like a turtle grandson?

Zhou Huan waved his hand with a big grin: "This first dance, first give the leaders a good time, and now it's buddy's time." Do you understand? It's politeness. ”

Zheng Fang took a sip of grape juice and suddenly asked, "What about Zhao Sanba, why wasn't he there on such a lively occasion?"

Zhou Huan said with a smile: "This kid once danced, he stepped down, used too much force, and directly stepped on Zhong Xiaohui's foot and swollen, when Zhong Xiaohui cried, he was still holding people there, turning in circles, and finally Zhong Xiaohui called for help, so he separated them for Principal Ge, and lost his old face, and since then, he has not danced again." Right now...... I guess I went to the boundary gate, and I changed the teacher. ”

Zheng Fang nodded, this thing is like Zhao Sanba's style.

The two didn't say a few words, and at the end of the song, the dancing parties nodded to each other and walked off the dance floor. Zheng Fang was in a daze, but Zhou Huan shouted loudly: "Tong Xiaobraid, Zheng Fang wants to invite you to dance!" The voice was so loud that almost everyone looked at it, and Zheng Fang felt the blood rush to his face in an instant, and he only felt his head bang.

Zheng Fang felt that someone behind him was pushing him hard: "Go quickly, go and invite someone, Tong Xiaobraid is looking at you." There's no reason to ask a girl to invite you, right?" But he couldn't move half a step, let alone raise his eyes to look at Tong Jie, he just didn't find a hole in the ground, otherwise he would definitely get into it.

"Zheng Fang, you haven't danced yet, have you?" Teacher Fang's voice rang in Zheng Fang's ears, Zheng Fang nodded his head indiscriminately, embarrassed to the extreme, and then he felt a gentle palm on his shoulder, "Be bold, come, the teacher will teach you." ”

Zheng Fang calmly followed Teacher Fang off the dance floor, and he heard the undisguised evil laughter of Zhou Huan and Sun Ziyong behind him.

Teacher Fang taught him his posture and movements softly, and Zheng Fang only felt that he was outrageously sluggish, especially with a glass bottle of grape juice in his hand, there was no place to put it, it was really a shame. Teacher Fang didn't mean to make fun of Zheng Fang at all, she took Zheng Fang to gently ripple on the dance floor.

Teacher Fang whispered to Zheng Fang: "This piece is my favorite, and when I dance, I can listen to it the most." ”

"The fire in the stove, put the red light, I cook chicken soup for my relatives ......"

Zheng Fang's ears gradually heard the sound of music, "Pay attention to the rhythm." Teacher Fang pointed in a low voice, "One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four......" She read the beat softly. Zheng Fang was gradually able to keep up with the pace of the teacher above, and he held the wrist of his right hand holding the glass bottle to support Teacher Fang's back, feeling the softness that made his heart palpitate.

At the end of the song, Teacher Fang sent Zheng Fang back to his original position. Zheng Fang's heart was itchy, a little unfinished, he was a little tempted to ask Teacher Fang to dance again, but Teacher Fang just put him down, he was invited by other teachers, he saw Teacher Fang take out a handkerchief and wipe his nose and sideburns, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, he was too stupid, this is to make Teacher Fang tired. He also saw Tong Jie, this little girl was dancing with Zhang Qinghua with her eyebrows, Zhang Qinghua was the same as Principal Ge today, wearing a crisp suit, looking handsome and chic, and graceful.

Zheng Fang suddenly felt a little bored, he thought about it, turned around and walked away.

Zhou Huan smiled and said, "Go get a drink again?" Zheng Fang didn't speak, raised his right hand and gave him a middle finger, walked to the side of the car, he drank the grape juice in one gulp, thought about it, picked up a bottle of orange juice again, and drank it, this is still the best taste. He drank it in two or three sips, feeling like his stomach was clattering and filled with water. He dropped the bottle and turned to walk towards the dorm building.

Walking into the shadows of the dormitory building, the sound of music on the playground quickly became distant, Zheng Fang silently went up to the fifth floor, opened the door and walked in, closed the door, and there was still faint music in his ears. He took a breath, silently entered the bedroom, took off his shirt, carefully identified the acupuncture points on his body, and began to cultivate the ghost sword.

This night, Zheng Fang's cultivation progress was very fast, when he had completed the first layer of the Ghost Sword, he opened the door and walked out, standing on the balcony, quietly listening to the intermittent music from the playground, although there was a building separating him, he could still see the blurred light and shadow in the night sky. Zheng Fang looked at it for a long time, then turned back to the room, picked up the booklet, and began to study the last spiritual formula: no trace.

The cultivation of the traceless step is all in the lower body, and the purpose of hitting the acupuncture points is similar to that of the ghost sword, and it is also to form a spiritual membrane that connects the acupuncture points, the difference is that the spiritual membrane of the ghost sword is connected, and the traceless step is scattered piece by piece, with the experience of cultivating the Overlord Fist and the ghost sword, Zheng Fang no longer feels any difficulty in cultivating the Ghost Sword, step by step, or hitting the acupuncture points, Or dredge the meridians, the acupuncture points on the first layer of the no trace step are constantly conquered under Zheng Fang's buried cultivation, and finally come to several dangerous acupoints, the ghost sword and the overlord fist are not dangerous acupoints, but there is no trace of the step, and they are all concentrated in the lower yin position, and the booklet indicates that it must be cultivated under the condition that someone protects the law.

Looking at these few lines of bold characters on the booklet, Zheng Fang pondered for a long time, he practiced the immovable technique twice, and invited someone to protect the Fa, but in fact, nothing happened, the main reason is that he knows that his control of power should be fine, and there will be no self-harm. Moreover, tomorrow is Sunday, except for looking for Principal Huang to protect the Dharma at night, he can hardly find anyone during the day, but Principal Huang has already told him that the Dharma Protector will look for Principal Ge in the future, but with Zheng Fang's personality, he has already thrown his face at Lao Ge, and he is not willing to be cheeky anymore, we are also self-respecting people, aren't we?

The most important thing is that he is in excellent shape now and he is not willing to waste time sleeping.

In the end, Zheng Fang made up his mind, took off his pants, bare-chested, put the booklet under the lamp, straightened and pressed it, and carefully began to hit the last few levels of the first layer without a trace.