There was a man who had a heart transplant and suddenly became very fond of drawing, and he was very good at drawing. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info later found out that the original owner of this heart was a well-known painter. And the man's paintings, the style routine is exactly the same as the painter's, which is really difficult to explain.

This can also be applied to cells in other parts of the body. There are many athletes who have stopped playing sports for more than ten years, but as long as they train for a few more months, their level can return to their original level of seven or eight percent. Because the cells of various parts of his body have formed a fixed memory of the movements and postures he has trained for a long time.

It's like if a person learns to ride a bicycle and doesn't ride it for decades, but he can still ride a bicycle and go. This is a kind of cellular memory.

Song Baojun stood up on his knees, patted off the dirty footprints on his stomach, felt out the Yuhu cigarette that he was going to use as a pretend, lit one in his mouth, and slowly puffed out two gray cigarettes from his nostrils.

Dong Changhe saw that this guy was beaten all over his head, and he dared to pretend when he got up, and he stepped forward and wanted to slap him again.

He is the pride of the sky with a halo in the baseball club, how can he take a weak chicken like Song Baojun in his eyes?

Last semester, there was a conflict between the school club tennis association and the baseball club, more than 20 people pushed and scolded, almost turned into a group fight, Dong Changhe let go of the two strong boys as soon as he came forward, and the momentum shocked the scene, forcing the tennis association to retreat. Afterwards, someone gave him the nickname of "Baseball King Kong", and he has always walked sideways in the chemistry department, didn't Song Baojun bring humiliation on himself?

The crowd of onlookers kept talking to each other. Some of them were more exciting, some were shouting and cheering for Dong Changhe, and some were secretly sympathetic to Song Baojun, hoping to end this dispute as soon as possible.

Dong Changhe and Song Baojun stood opposite each other, eyeing each other. Baseball King Kong is fit, full of masculinity, and has a handsome face, and is the winner in the dispute, attracting the attention of many ignorant girls, no matter who is right and who is wrong on the field, first of all, they have a good impression of him.

On the other hand, Song Baojun's face has been gloomy and gloomy since he got up from the ground, and a cigarette in his mouth is full of misty smoke, and he has to be frustrated as much as he wants.

Standing behind Xi Caiwei and chattering Long Ya made the scene more and more weird.

"What do you see? Still want to be beaten? Dong Changhe pinched his fingers and made a clicking joint popping sound, which won an excited shout from the female audience outside the venue.

"Five seconds, you have five seconds to live."

Just when his shoulder moved slightly, Song Baojun's right thumb and index finger were straight into his eyes in the shape of scissors.

"Yo-heh." Dong Changhe's head tilted, and he stretched out his hand to easily separate it. This guy's right hand is weak and weak, the speed is not fast or slow, and he can only be a ball boy who picks up the ball at most in the baseball club, and he dares to make the first move, and he is really impatient.

was about to fight back, but at this moment, Song Baojun hit him in the crotch with a kick.

"Hmm!"

This kick came suddenly, it was not heavy, and the attack was on the most vulnerable part of the human body, Dong Changhe's eyes immediately bulged, and he hurriedly covered the file with both hands, his face turned white, and he almost fell to his knees.

Song Baojun's adrenaline instantly increased tenfold, without stopping, grabbing his hair with his backhand and pressing his head, his knees lifted, and it was a violent knee hit on the bridge of his nose.

There was a soft "click", and Dong Changhe's nose bone was broken from it, and blood immediately spread all over his face.

Even if Song Baojun himself is weak, he has no physique, no speed, no strength, and only fights and fights with the cell memory of a violent personality, and the nose bone still can't compete with the knees.

Before the crowd's exclamations could be spoken, Song Baojun hit his left temple with another elbow like a gong and a drum.

Dong Changhe only felt a buzz in his eardrums, his eyes were black, and his huge body fell down with a bang, raising smoke and dust.

Song Baojun just glanced around lightly with a cigarette butt in his mouth.

In the open space at the entrance of the novelty cinema, a radius of 30 meters with Song Baojun as the center was silent for a moment, and the needle drop could be heard.

The five seconds that the second hand is on the dial are not even finished.

Everyone didn't react, and Long Ya still maintained a posture of scolding angrily, but his mouth opened but there was no sound. Xi Caiwei was still glancing at Xie Qilu outside, but her eyes were dull and lost all color.

It took a long time for the crowd of onlookers to scream in panic.

It seems that the plot of the Bai Youcheng movie has ups and downs, and the situation has changed and made a 180-degree turn. No one could have imagined that the otaku who had been beating and scolding before would instantly complete the counterattack and knock down the majestic and mighty baseball King Kong with a shocking momentum.

There were two members of the tennis association in the crowd who looked at each other, both with disbelief on their faces. They may have been the only onlookers on the scene who had sympathy for Song Baojun. They were also at the scene of the conflict between the tennis association and the baseball club, and witnessed Dong Changhe fall down the two stout tennis players with such a mighty posture.

At that time, they almost thought that Dong Changhe was the most powerful boy in the school.

Song Baojun's performance refreshed their worldview, outlook on life and values.

A handsome and elegant man leaned against the trunk of the camphor tree at the door of the theater, looking leisurely, but then he couldn't help but stretch his neck and sigh. The man was about twenty-three or fourteen years old, with sword eyebrows and sideburns, a straight nose, and a very elegant appearance, and the two middle-aged men in black suits beside him also shouted at the same time: "Good guys! ”

The process just now is smooth and neat, like an eagle fighting a rabbit, and there is absolutely no action that is wasted, which is extremely pleasing to the eye.

Kicks, knees, elbows, only three attacks, all of which landed accurately and at very precise timing, and grasped the situation to the point of subtlety, which is only possible for professional gangster thugs who have been stumbling on the streets all year round.

It's unimaginable!

Song Baojun didn't intend to let go, and raised the borrowed pointy scalp shoes and kicked Dong Changhe's head and face violently. The metal head was not hard, and there was a thumping sound, and after a while, blood splattered out of his face, which was shocking.

The girls in the crowd screamed.

Dong Changhe was like a dead dog and allowed to be kicked and beaten, unable to resist at all, and only covered his face with his hands.

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