"Bang"

An expensive vase worth several thousand dollars was thrown on the wall and shattered.

"Tom"

A flower pot also suffered, and the dirt and plants inside were rotten.

The luxuriously decorated office was originally neat and spotless, but after being thrown away by Hui Youlan, it suddenly became a mess.

The "Squeak ......" door was pushed open, and Megumi Hero probed in.

"Sister, what are you ......" Before Hui Yingying's words fell, a paperweight flew over and smashed against the wall against his forehead.

Hui Hero broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly shrank his head and hid outside the door. He knew his sister's surname too well, and this time the anger would last for a while before it ended, and it seemed that he still had to use the old way.

Twenty minutes later, when Hui Yingying returned to the office again, he already had a bowl of sweet bean curd in his hand.

"Sister, it's Cheung Kum Kee's sweet bean curd, your favorite food!" Hui Yingying walked into the door tremblingly, and deliberately glanced at whether Hui Youlan had any murder weapons in hand.

Hui Youlan let out a heavy "hum" from her nose, leaning back in her chair with her arms folded on her chest, her eyes staring at the ceiling, not knowing what she was thinking.

Hui Yingying hurriedly put the bean curd on the table: "Sister, eat it while it's hot, it's not delicious when it's cold." ”

Hui Youlan was silent for a while, and finally picked up the sweet bean curd, as if dealing with an enemy, and swallowed it in less than thirty seconds. Looking at her gobbling up raunchy eating appearance, the elegant style in the ordinary world is really a disguise!

After eating the bean curd cleanly, Hui Youlan's face was much better. Hui Yingying said: "Sister, you are really the same as before." I remember that no matter how angry you were when you were a child, as long as you eat a bowl of sweet bean curd, you will be fine. ”

Hui Youlan glanced at her younger brother, and suddenly slapped the table and said, "Hero, you help me check someone and find out his true identity!" ”

"You mean Kawakami Tsuru, right?" Hui Yingying had already seen the picture of her sister being beaten on the forum, and immediately smiled bitterly when she heard this.

"That's him! If I find him, I will let him know what life is better than death! Hui Youlan clenched her fists and said indignantly.

Hui Yingying shrugged his shoulders helplessly: "Okay, I'll do my best." However, you also know that the information on the campus network is confidential, and I am not completely sure. ”

"As long as you can find him, I'll give you that Phantom." Hui Youlan's silver teeth clenched.

"Really!" Hui Yingying's eyes lit up, "Haha, sister, don't worry, this matter is on me!" ”

Waiting for Hui Yingying to leave in a hurry, Hui Youlan turned on the computer on the table and entered the forum.

There are posts everywhere talking about Eikazuru and Hui Youlan, and several of the posts have even more sensational titles. What "a beautiful teacher was beaten violently, who did not hesitate to spend", what "heroes and beauties, do not fight and do not cherish". The more Hui Youlan looked at it, the more itchy her teeth became, if Yaoyang was right in front of her, she would definitely bite it and not let go.

However, thinking carefully about the battle at that time, she obviously had an absolute advantage, but it was reversed, and Hui Youlan also felt a little incredible.

"That bastard, except for being a little more powerful, only has a despicable trick!" Hui Youlan thought resentfully.

"Ahh ”

The class is over, and Yaoyang has gained a lot. He has become more and more fond of life at the academy, where he learns a lot of knowledge and has a lot of money to earn. Yaoyang really hopes that this kind of life can continue forever.

Walking to a small garden, listening to the chirping of birds overhead, watching the sun shine through the cracks in the branches and forming a dappled shadow on the ground, the mood was as sunny as the weather.

In the midst of the singing of birds and flowers, Yaoyang's heart gradually calmed down, and the scenes of the battle appeared in his heart.

This is a habit that Yaoyang has just developed recently, and he summarizes and analyzes it after the battle. To win, you must know where to win, and to know where you are inferior when you lose. This habit is like Yaoyang used to study all kinds of fighting matches, and once he fell into it, he was addicted. Although it may seem like a piece of paper, only when you really do it seriously can you know that this is actually a huge help for cultivation.

Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one win a hundred battles. Yaoyang can't understand the opponent, so he can only try to understand himself. The analysis again and again allowed him to have a very intuitive judgment of his own strength, and the battles again and again also allowed him to learn some ways to deal with them from each opponent. Every detail of the battle was firmly remembered by Yao Yang, and if he encountered a similar situation in the future, these experiences would immediately pop up, allowing him to make the right judgment.

This time the focus of the analysis was the battle with Hui Youlan, Yaoyang carefully reviewed every link in the battle, and came to the conclusion that he was completely lucky to be able to win!

"Teacher Hui's legs are ruthless, as long as I take a beating, I will die." Yaoyang clutched his ribs, and there was still a slight pain there. Fortunately, the pain perception of the brain domain network is relatively low, otherwise he would have been lying in the hospital by now. From this point of view, Hui Youlan said that someone was kicked by her and lay in bed for three days should not be nonsense.

After careful comparison, Yaoyang could easily judge that Hui Youlan's strength far surpassed his own. Fierce attack power, judgment and grasp of the battle situation, Hui Youlan has the upper hand.

Of course, Yaoyang also has an advantage, that is, the body. Lingbo micro-step is really amazing, unless it is more than twice as agile as Yaoyang, there is no solution at all!

"It is worthy of the advanced internal strength of the Xuan Rank." Yaoyang secretly rejoiced in his heart, spending two gene points to learn Lingbo Weibu was really his wisest and most valuable investment. Such a strange body technique is simply a magic weapon that makes him invincible, at least in this Bohai Academy, almost no one can crack Ling Bo Weibu.

However, thinking of the kick that grazed his ribs, Yaoyang still had palpitations. He knew very well that he was still far from using the true power of Ling Bo Weibu. But on the other hand, Ling Bo Weibu, who had just completed 40%, was already invincible to Bohai Academy, if he could cultivate to 100%, wouldn't he be invincible in the world!

The more Yao Yang thought about it, the more excited he became, he had thoroughly understood the power of the secret tips at hand. He firmly believes that as long as he cultivates hard step by step, as long as he perseveres, sooner or later he will bloom with an incomparable light!

It's just that now, Yaoyang still needs to be obscure. For example, Hui Youlan, if it weren't for the indiscriminate methods of street hooligans, if it weren't for the luck of not being kicked by that kick, it might have been a different result.

"Hui Youlan is very powerful, it's better to mess with her less in the future." This is Yaoyang's final conclusion.

There was no class in the afternoon, and Yaoyang left the academy and went to the workshop. The master has been missing recently, there is hardly any work in the workshop, and Yaoyang can't find anyone even if he wants to ask for leave. This place has simply become a place for him to do his private work, and now he has time to make more meat slicers, which can be regarded as another source of extra money.

Making daggers is also a kind of cultivation, at least that's what Yaoyang thinks.

Don't look at the dagger as a murder weapon, it seems that as long as it is sharp enough to cut people, it is actually a very delicate thing. From raw materials to murder weapons, there are many processes, each process needs to be done carefully, there can be no mistakes, otherwise you can only get a pile of scrap iron.

Yaoyang likes the feeling of his fingers rubbing against the steel, and he also likes to use his thumb to feel the sharpness of the blade. Whenever he makes a dagger, his mind is highly concentrated, and the stability of his fingers will be amazed even by a veteran.

If it weren't for the secret tips in his school bag, Yaoyang believed that sooner or later he would become a very good dagger maker. Even if he had higher dreams now, he would not give up the craft of making daggers.

After a busy afternoon, it seems that he has only made a dozen daggers, and only Yaoyang knows what he has gained.

The spirit is also like a dagger, which must be sharpened from time to time, and with each completion of the dagger, Yaoyang's highly concentrated spirit will increase in the slightest. As long as you go to the brain domain network and look at the data, you can understand it intuitively.

As for the stability of the fingers, as well as patience and grasp of the heat, it is even more difficult for ordinary cultivation to relate. Although it seems that the wind and horses are not related, Yao Yang thinks that these are all very helpful to the cultivation of martial arts.

Coming out of the workshop, Yaoyang almost subconsciously returned to the slums.

After a few days of college life, he got used to the red walls and green tiles, the birds and flowers, and then walked into the dilapidated streets of the slums, Yaoyang had a feeling of coming home.

No matter how dilapidated the place is, it is also your own home. This is the place where Yao Yang grew up, the only place he was willing to accept after leaving the orphanage, and although it was dirty and broken, full of desolation, poverty and danger everywhere, there was a savage and vigorous power!

After watching the iron-shirted guy who was performing on the street for a while, he ate a bowl of fragrant and sweet black sesame paste, and Yaoyang returned home.

Knocking lightly on the door, but there was no response, Yaoyang waited for a while before opening the door with the key.

The house is neatly tied, but no one is there, and I don't know where Lori has gone.

"Isn't she gone?" Shine your heart.

However, Yaoyang soon found a few changes of clothes, as well as some fast food in the corner, and it seemed that Lori still lived here.

"Forget it, let her stay temporarily." Thinking of Lori's surname, Yaoyang had a headache. Can't you hide if you can't be provoked, Yaoyang quickly exited the cramped but warm little room and went back to the academy.

After returning to the dormitory and eating a bucket of instant noodles, Yaoyang logged on to the campus network, ready to practice and strengthen Ling Bo Weibu.

As soon as he landed, the pager rang, and Yao Yang opened it to see that it was a familiar name.

"Wu Xuan?" Seeing this classmate, Yaoyang wondered how he could come to the door, did he know his identity?

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