A little apprehensive came to the playground, but fortunately, there was no squinting figure on the playground at this time, and at this time, Zongtian could only pray that their real teacher was a reliable person.

The bell rang for class, and a familiar figure appeared on the playground, looking at the appearance of walking directly towards his class, it seemed that it was the real teacher.

The clothes are a little different, and there are also a pair of sneakers on his feet, but Zongtian will not admit that it is the woman who received the punch from the bandit teacher last week.

"Hello class 1 students." It's a gentle voice, at least it feels good, "First of all, I want to apologize to you first, about the last substitute ......"

The teacher's voice gradually became quieter, and the students had to listen carefully with their ears pricked up, but the teacher suddenly left with his head bored at this time. The direction she was moving in was another group of students on the playground, and she glanced at it from afar, but naturally there would be no one among the students who knew her, but the person standing in front of the students seemed to be the bandit teacher, right?

As if to prove Zongtian's conjecture, their Gu Wu teacher jumped up and punched the bandit teacher in the back of the head after running a few fast steps.

"Hmph, it's for my nails!"

Even with a distance, this complaint can be heard quite clearly.

"I am your ancient martial arts teacher, my name is Mei Yao." After coming back, the teacher had already put on a smiling face, but her previous actions looked like a child, and some students couldn't help but think that maybe the bandit teacher would be better to teach them.

The real first lesson began, and the teacher, who looked a little naïve, still looked quite experienced in teaching. It's not the naked show-off skills of the bandit teacher, nor is it perfunctory like squinting, she first asks the students to circle and then starts with the most basic force.

Although such basic content may be somewhat cumbersome for students who have already experienced martial arts, Teacher Mei Miao does not have the rigidity of reading from the script, and the actual combat experience runs through it, even those who have stepped into the soul plane will probably gain something at this time. Just looking at the eloquent gesture appearing on such a young body, Zongtian couldn't figure out her specific age.

"For the most basic punches, don't focus on the arms, and the shoulders should be flexible." Mei Miao simply swung a few punches, but the faint sound of breaking the wind was not to be underestimated.

"This classmate, can you help me?"

As soon as he was a little distracted, he was named by the teacher, and Zongtian walked out of the student team with some helplessness, and then a protective gear was thrown into his arms, and he looked down at the thick sponge Zongtian and seemed to be a little puzzled.

"It's like this tied to your arm." The charm gestured to him with her bare hands, and Zongtian had no choice but to do so.

Pulled Zongtian in front of all the students, and put him in his place again.

"Come, lift up."

The teacher's words were naturally listened to, so he obediently raised them.

"That's how ordinary people swing their fists." Mei Miao casually hit the protective gear on Zongtian's arm a few times, "And if you can use your shoulders flexibly, not only can you increase the strength of your fist, but you can even increase the distance of your fist attack." ”

The next few punches were much heavier, but Zongtian, who was holding the protective gear, was motionless.

"So let's simply practice punching first today and feel the difference. Feel free to do so, and feel free to ask me if you have any questions. After a few simple clappings, the students scattered, and only Zongtian was still in place, as if he was a little overwhelmed.

Seeing Zongtian's somewhat stunned look, Mei Miao smiled and stepped forward to untie the protective gear for him with her own hands.

"The young man looks quite thin, and he's quite energetic, so let's practice hard."

There are some joking words, but they are for Zongtian, a half-crippled who was punched and dislocated last week. looked at his hands, did Lao Yang really do something to himself?

"Can I still lie to you?"

Just after school, Zongtian hurriedly ran to find Yang Ling, and when he asked his doubts, Lao Yang didn't look very happy.

"You're sleeping well, I've been busy all day and night."

"Yes, yes, I've worked hard for you, so how much stronger am I?" Zongtian's heart was suddenly full of hope,

"How much stronger? In fact, it is just a small adjustment, which you can probably understand as making up for a little bit of what you have wasted for so many years. ”

Yang Ling explained casually, but this understatement of cold water made Zongtian a little disappointed.

"And then?"

"Then it's none of my business." Yang Ling looked like he should be.

Although Yang Ling didn't want to be responsible, Zongtian naturally couldn't let him go. After a lot of coercion and temptation, Yang Ling finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"If you really want me to train you, it's not impossible, but my method is very rough, if I hear a sentence of pain, tiredness, etc., this matter will be over."

"Don't worry, it won't be, so let's start now." As if he was afraid that Yang Ling would not admit it when he turned around, Zongtian hurriedly said.

"It's good if you can bear with it, you can wait a minute."

After a while, Yang Ling reappeared in front of Zongtian with a thick needle, looking at the huge needle, as well as the lilac liquid in the syringe, regretting that it always seemed to come so quickly.

"What are you going to do?" Zongtian couldn't help but take a step back,

"It's nothing, this one will increase your perception, isn't it twice the result with half the effort." Yang Ling is a step forward.

Although the positions of the two seem to have completely reversed, Yang Ling will definitely not kill himself, right? Almost with the determination to die, he pouted his buttocks, and if such a large needle was hit on his arm, he would not burst his arm.

"What are you doing?" Just as Zongtian made a heroic appearance, Yang Ling's strange question came from behind.

"Isn't it an injection?" As soon as Zong Tian turned his head, he looked at the needle in Yang Ling's hand, which had become a normal size, as if everything was an illusion just now.

"It's a bit strange that you're a hobby, so put your right hand on your clothes." Yang Ling's face seemed to be smiling, but Zong Tian could only endure it with a dark face.

However, Zongtian's anger immediately dissipated, and when the lilac liquid poured into his veins, the horror of the unknown instantly made him forget everything.

Looking at his pierced right arm worriedly, it was as if Yang Ling had given him some dangerous medicine.

"Don't be so nervous, even if you double the dose, you won't have a reaction so quickly."