The boy who had been thrown up before class sat on his exercise machine, his eyes fixed on the weekend for a moment, and behind him stood two boys, who seemed to have a better relationship with him.

"Are you still coming?" Although the weekend's words were interrogative, Ma Wenhan clearly felt from his body movements that he had entered a state of alert, and in just an instant, Ma Wenhan took a step back.

"Since you are a first-year student, you should maintain respect for the third-year students, and when you reach the third grade, you will not be qualified to teach your younger brothers and sisters, this time, I am just making a rule for all first-year students." After tasting the weekend's fist, the boy knew what the weekend was capable of, and his voice landed, and his palm waved, and seven or eight figures pounced on the weekend.

I should have been accustomed to such group fights, although the action started together, but there were always less than three people who fought with the weekend, and in terms of physical exertion, the weekend should be far more than others.

The age is not comparable, the consumption is not comparable, and the weekend that should have been at a disadvantage seems to be at ease in the battle circle, and the third-grader's fist is not that it can't fall on the weekend, but every heavy blow seems to be like looking in a mirror, and the amount of the punch he hits is almost the same as the opponent's rebound.

This result was a bit worrying, and soon, two of the third-graders who had been around the weekend had already dropped, leaning against the wall and panting, one wrist and one ankle looking a little strange, as if they had suffered a severe blunt contusion, and even after resting for a while, they could not recover, and while they were resting. Two more people retreated, looking much like them.

The boy who had been sitting on the machine had already stood up, his face a little ugly. An inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes as he stared at the weekend.

The weekend's movements are fast, not only the striking power is enough but also the posture is standard, anyone who has seen the martial arts in the army can recognize this as the fighting skills of the federal army, and the fighting skills used by adults are still not inferior in the hands of the six-year-old weekend, and between breaths, two more third-graders staggered back out of the battlefield, one holding his lower abdomen and the other holding his wrist. This time the boys saw clearly that they had been kicked out by the weekend's flying legs.

Only two of the people who besieged the weekend were left, and they saw the fate of their companions. They were in a dilemma, almost subconsciously, and they set their eyes on the boy, whose face was a little ugly. It's like struggling with something. The weekend didn't give him a chance to think too much, and he sent two opponents out of the game as well.

There were more attacks on the back, and the weekend frowned and touched his back with his backhand, and he vaguely felt some dull pain, and the injury should not be serious.

"Do you want to fight?" This weekend was really a question, after all, there were still three people in the room who didn't do anything.

"What is your physical talent?" The boy opened his mouth with an ugly face, not wanting to admit that he had only thought of this now, he really thought that the first-year student in front of him was just an arrogant boy. No matter how talented he is, he can't fight their third-graders, he just wants to knock the beam back from the beginning.

"It seems to be an A last time." The last time he said it on the weekend was when he was five years old. And the boy obviously regarded this score as the test score when he entered the school, the boy couldn't help but gasp, he was only six years old, and his physical talent was A-level, no wonder those fists knocked on his body were all bounced back by him.

"Are you still fighting?" Seeing that his opponent had lost the intention to stand, he bent down and picked up the school bag at hand.

"No need." The boy turned his head and led the way out.

The third-graders, who had suffered blunt contusions, were a little unconvinced, but they did not dare to stay alone and fight the weekend, wondering when to find an opportunity to give this arrogant first-grader a loss.

"Well, if there's another time, I'm not going to show mercy." The weekend still has that cool expression, so people can't tell what he's threatening at all, "At that time, I'm afraid I'll need to stay in bed for a few months." ”

……

The boys who were planning to knock on the weekend's dark stick were in their hearts, and they felt that the weekend's words seemed to be mentioning them, but it was impossible, that kid was not a monster, how could he know what they were planning in their hearts.

Although he was relieved to be like this, he was inevitably a little worried in his heart, and he didn't react at the moment when he waited for his companion to open the door and go out, and almost hit the tempered glass door.

"Are you coming back to the gym tomorrow?"

Turning her head to look at Ma Wenhan on the weekend, Ma Wenhan nodded, she was planning to come.

"Meet at Gym One this time tomorrow."

The weekend's words were a little abrupt, Ma Wenhan couldn't react for a while, and when she wanted to say something, a sudden cheer from the door interrupted her question.

"Wow~~~~ It's amazing, it's so amazing on the weekend."

"You beat the 3rd graders over the weekend."

"On the weekend, is your physical talent grade A? Then two days ago, when the class president counted the physical talent of the B-level students and above, why didn't you say it? ”

"You're awesome on the weekend, see what those third-graders are going to show off in the future."

The students of the first grade of the mecha class A who suddenly rushed in from the door crowded around the weekend, because the cold air released outside the weekend made them not dare to make any lifting movements, but the noisy compliments still made Ma Wenhan, who was standing outside the circle, a little dumbfounded.

"Trouble, let it go."

Compared with the excitement of his classmates, the weekend seemed much colder, looking at Ma Wenhan, who was still a little puzzled when she stood outside the circle, she frowned and thought about it for a while, and made a lip shape: training.

Training?

Looking at the more and more enthusiastic first-graders of the mecha class, Ma Wenhan subconsciously avoided the door, and when she walked out of the gymnasium, she suddenly understood the meaning of the weekend, is it to open a small stove for her on the weekend?

Ma Wenhan's heart jumped instantly, in his previous life, he had heard someone from the mecha team say that some people with extremely high physical talent can refine the way they exercise their physical fitness to the cells, and the time of exercise is accurate to the minute, and improving physical fitness at the peak of the cell is the best exercise method, but this kind of exercise needs to be observed by the person who is designed at any time, and there must be enough brain capacity to calculate.

Weekend/Qi Zhengye's brain capacity Ma Wenhan knows it clearly, and he himself is a person with physical talent A+, if he supervises his exercise, Ma Wenhan believes that her physical fitness will be greatly improved for no reason, and if she reaches the C level, she will be able to enter the endurance cabin.

Ma Wenhan, who was thinking like this, was extremely looking forward to the arrival of the next day.

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