Quiet streets.

Zhang Luoyu looked dazed, and could only look at the enthusiastic Qian Gao and the smiling Han Dong in a daze, his mind was chaotic and difficult to sort out.

The more I learned, the more I understood what this means.

"Xiaodong. ”

"He's also a martial arts practitioner of Shangsanpin? But he's still a senior in high school. Zhang Luoyu swallowed his dry saliva and exhaled with difficulty.

The other side.

Qian Gao said apologetically: "Qian Xing's kid is young, he is really ignorant, don't mind Brother Han Dong, Wan Haihan." ”

Han Dong pondered for a while.

Up to now, he has a three-grade martial arts grade, and he is destined to be admitted to the school, so he has the confidence to no longer need to be afraid of anything.

If you want to ask, you don't have to scruple about it.

He got straight to the point and said, "Mr. Qian Gao, I want to ask, did you misunderstand something." I'm just an average high school junior. ”

Qian Gao's heart froze, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Brother Han Dong, I'm afraid you still don't understand." I take the liberty to remind you, you must know Mr. Ning. ”

Mr. Ning?

Ning Lao?

The old man Ning who taught the martial arts students of the Municipal Experimental Middle School to practice martial arts and taught him the anode pile?

Han Dong squinted his eyes, didn't show any abnormality, just chuckled: "Of course I know." ”

Qian Gao glanced at Han Dong, his eyes flickered, he pondered for a moment, looked at Han Dong again in disbelief, and looked at him.

He frowned and whispered, "Brother...... I'm afraid you haven't really known Mr. Ning yet. But you already have the three grades of martial arts, and you will probably be able to know them in the future. I'll remind you to remember these six words—"

"The sect must not be blasphemed. ”

His voice was slight, almost indiscernible.

Even Zhang Luoyu, who was standing three meters away, couldn't hear this sentence.

Han Dong's ears were clear, so he naturally heard it clearly, and couldn't help but say, "What do you mean?"

Qian Gao looked at Han Dong deeply, his eyes were hidden in fear and complexity, and he did not answer directly, but said with a low smile: "Actually, I thought you knew Mr. Ning. You were right, it was indeed a misunderstanding. ”

"But you're a three-rank martial arts student. ”

"You have the right to be misunderstood, so you don't need to worry about my revenge, for a terrifying talent like yours, it's too late for me to show my kindness. Well, remember that sentence just now, don't forget it. ”

Anyway.

He changed the topic, added a WeChat message to each other with Han Dong, and then returned to the car, sitting in the co-pilot's seat, with deep thoughts in his eyes.

"This Han Dong classmate is even more terrifying than I expected. ”

"If you know Mr. Ning, you can still understand. But he didn't even know that, relying on his own talent alone, he could reach the third rank of martial arts from an ordinary student in such a short period of time!?"

Thinking about it.

A hint of deep groan flashed in his eyes: "Do you want to report to the master and accept Han Dong as a disciple." ”

In the blink of an eye.

"No way!"

Qian Gao shuddered and glanced at the direction of the City Experimental Middle School: "Forget it, I'll show favor to Han Dong myself." ”

And outside the car.

Han Dong and Zhang Luoyu said two words, both forgetting the previous embarrassing questions, and walked to the school with deep thought.

He really didn't understand.

What is Ning Lao's identity, he just has the possibility of knowing Ning Lao, so Qian Gao is afraid of being like this?

Smack.

Smack.

Han Dong's back disappeared at the end of the road.

Zhang Luoyu looked around, but he didn't see the bastard boy, so he could only sit back in the car unwillingly, and was about to start the car.

Hey?

His right hand trembled, and the truth came out of his heart.

Sanpin martial arts student, happened to come here, and returned to the direction of the school, coupled with Han Dong's strange demeanor before, Zhang Luoyu suddenly understood everything.

"This ...... It turned out to be this stinky boy!"

Zhang Luoyu slapped on the steering wheel, crying and laughing: "Han Dong, this kid, pretends to be quite decent." After the college entrance examination, see how I clean you up. ”

——

May 13, afternoon.

Han Dong and Sun Hui went to the fitness activity building together to prepare for the last martial arts practice, which also represented the end of the high school martial arts class.

Sun Hui smiled and said, "Han Dong, how many grades of your martial arts have you reached?

Han Dong said vaguely: "Almost." ”

"Yes. ”

Sun Hui nodded, thinking that Han Dong was not sure about his martial arts grade, considering Han Dong's self-esteem, he considered: "Come on." There is still more than a week to go before the martial arts test. ”

As they spoke, they walked into the martial arts training ground.

Here and now.

All the martial arts students gathered here, and there were no absences. Because this is the last martial arts practice.

"Summer is really here and the venue is a little hot. ”

"Alas, we've been practicing martial arts here for three years, and today is the last time. If we martial arts students want to gather all of them, we probably won't have a chance. ”

"Otherwise, let's have a group photo later. ”

The martial arts students were talking to each other.

After a while.

Ning Lao, who never changed his dressing style, walked in from the door.

He was still wearing an old black leather coat and black pants, his face was wrinkled, and his complexion was better than before, as if he had something happy.

"Ahem. ”

He thumped his chest twice and said lightly: "Free practice." This is the last practice, and you are about to take the martial arts test, so I wish you success in getting into your dream university. ”

said.

Ning Lao took out a cigarette, lit it slowly, and leaned against the ring.

His drooping eyelids rendered a solemn aura, like a fierce beast suppressing the audience, and it also made some martial arts students who were in a mood reluctantly reluctantly retracted and continued to practice martial arts.

"Ning Lao. ”

Han Dong glanced at Ning Lao, who was leaning in the ring three times, and secretly wondered in his heart that Qian Gao's strange reminder just now, and he was curious.

But.

Qian Gao was afraid of being like that, and estimated that Ning Lao's true identity was very terrifying, so he decided not to explore it for the time being, so as not to cause any trouble.

The most important thing at the moment is the additional martial arts test after eight days.

......

Time passed.

The last practice was over unconsciously, and many martial arts students happily took a group photo, and then looked at the martial arts training venue with nostalgia, and some martial arts students touched a piece of martial arts equipment.

After a long time, the martial arts students left one after another.

And the most calm martial arts student is probably Han Dong.

He had been in the field for less than three months. Moreover, most of the time spent practicing martial arts is in secluded corners of the school, all over the city, and in the bedroom of the home.

There is only a trace of nostalgia and emotion.

Smack.

Smack.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

The wide martial arts training ground was empty, and the temperature seemed to have dropped a little, leaving only a circular ring and Ning Lao leaning on the ring.

The chirping of birds outside can be heard occasionally.

The sound of fighting on the playground is faint.

An inexplicable atmosphere of dead silence quietly permeated the venue, as if a brutal beast was waking up.

"Interesting, really funny. ”

"In such a few days, I have become stronger again, and there is such a thing. ”

Ning Lao raised his drooping eyelids, the corners of his mouth pulled upward, and his eyes seemed to be dancing with blazing flames, causing the air to distort.

Sizzle.

He lit a cigarette and took a heavy puff.

Snort.

The freshly lit cigarette, as if it had been crossed by a hurricane, burned out in an instant, and a neat section of soot, still glowing with a fiery red glow, fell downward, turning into a chaotic mess of soot.

——

May 13, in the evening.

After school, Han Dong hurriedly walked out of the classroom, his heart was full of joy and excitement, and he didn't even hear Gu Yuanliang's shout.

"Han Dong?"

Gu Yuanliang was stunned and hugged his schoolbag and stood next to the seat: "You haven't brought your schoolbag yet! Go home without carrying your schoolbag?" Aren't you worried that your father will break your legs?"

Think about it.

He shook his head and smiled: "My tablemate is a martial arts student, I guess his father really can't beat him." ”

"But. ”

Han Dong, who was extremely steady, was so excited that he forgot to carry his schoolbag, what happened to him. Gu Yuanliang shook his head while packing his schoolbag.

......

The unit in the house is downstairs under the door.

Whew.

Han Dong took a breath, hehe.

It usually takes twenty minutes to run all the way, but today it only took three or four minutes to get back home.

He couldn't help but be excited, and he couldn't wait to tell his parents the fact that he was a martial arts student, so that they would know that their son was about to be admitted to a first-class school.

This is a perfect score.

He was looking forward to what his parents would look like later. I'm afraid that my father, who doesn't sleep well, will have insomnia all night tonight, and he can't sleep happily.

Han Dong pulled open the unit building and was stunned.

"Huh?"

"I forgot to carry my school bag...... Ahem, anyway, now that he has reached the martial arts level of the third grade, he must enter a first-class school, even if he doesn't go to school, it doesn't matter. ”

Han Dong shook his head with a sneer.

Of course, he has to go to school, and the school is decided, and there is only such a rare and short period left in his high school career, and he has to experience it well.

While thinking, I climbed the stairs.

Sanpin's physical fitness made him like a agile cheetah, climbing the stairs quickly.

The longing that stirs joy, mixed with pride, overflows the heart. Like a frozen wave, about to shoot down.

But all of this collapsed in an instant.

Smack.

Han Dong stopped, his face distorted on the spot, and standing at the top of the stairs, he clearly heard the suppressed sobbing sound coming from his house.

It's Mom!

It's Mommy's voice!

What the hell is going on!!

Disheveled!

He only felt that deep in his heart, as if there was a flame, it expanded and exploded in an instant, roaring and reverberating inside and outside his heart!

In the seventy-nine days and nights since I was reborn, I have been desperate for all the hardships, forgetful struggles, and desperate struggles, precisely because of a vow of faith that I have always reminded myself that I must not relax at all.

Click!

Han Dong clenched his fists with a crisp sound, and rushed to the security door in one step, but he was stunned again, and the whole person was like a frozen sculpture, unable to move anymore.

"Wen Zhi, why was he detained? Is it really not detained? Okay, thank you, the detention has a time limit of at least 24 hours......

"Xiaodong is about to go home...... He has to go to school tomorrow, so he can't delay ......."

"But, but why?"

Mother Chen Shu's haggard voice was faint, but it was like a tumbling thunderbolt, which suddenly fell from the sky and slashed at Han Dong's heart.

Stunned and dazed, I can't believe it.

Han Dong stood in front of the door in a daze, almost suffocating, his anger temporarily stopped, and his mind became blank.

His father, Han Wenzhi, was detained.

The sky fell.