When he went out the next morning, Luo Chuan's eyes were still red, as if he had some strange disease, and his son walked Baidu Baidu, and got a cancer result, and was kicked out by Luo Chuan.

Childe was not angry, he ran to the old man and put his arms around his shoulders: "Classmate, what do you want to say no to the second patient number who is about to become the 237 dormitory." Yo yo yo, little thing, don't be sad, come, get high~"

Old Ham was silent, and every step was heavy, and he looked unlucky.

The four of them went all the way to the exercise classroom, and many students had already gathered, and when they saw 237 people coming, they all turned their eyes to them, and finally focused on the old man.

There is sympathy and pity, there is hatred and hatred, and more is purely for the fun.

In the center of the classroom, a big man in a camouflage vest was holding his hands behind his back, his arms muscles were raised, as if containing explosive power, he looked at the four of them expressionlessly, and then gently hooked his fingers to the old man.

Police Academy Devil Instructor, degree.

Yesterday, the old man beat up his own nephew, and the degree will naturally find the old man. Although private brawls are not allowed at the police academy, friendly exchanges on the surface are not forbidden.

For example, in the current situation, who would believe that a dignified police academy instructor would openly declare a personal vendetta?

But apparently, that's exactly what happened.

Childe sighed and patted the old man on the shoulder and pushed him: "Brother, come on, I believe I can survive 30 seconds this time, GoGoGo!"

"If things don't go well, remember to throw a white towel on the stage!"

The old man walked up to the ring with a painful look on his face, and the son, who was not too big to see the excitement, immediately turned around, waved his hand and laughed: "Come on, come on, this son sits in the village, and bet that our Jiang Peng can be beaten down by the instructor in a few rounds,

10 to 15 pays three, 15 to 20 pays four......"

"20 meters buy 15 rounds!"

"10 meters buy one and wear four!"

"Childe, 500 meters can't buy 20 rounds! This criticism is typical of courage and no strategy, and it will definitely not last a minute! ”

“……”

After a while, Childe grabbed a large handful of soft girl coins in his hand, turned around with a smile and asked, "Mahjong, Teacher Luo also plays a hand?"

Mahjong shook his head, but Luo Chuan took out a hundred meters and bought a hand of 50 rounds. 10 to 1.

"There is no money to spend!" Childe snorted.

Luo Chuan raised his eyebrows at Childe, with an unfathomable look.

……

The old man on the stage had already put on his fists, and the two of them saluted each other and put on a good posture.

One is a devil instructor who has been famous for a long time in the police academy, and the other is an old cadet of the police academy who causes trouble all day long, but is very talented in combat. Battles are bound to be exciting.

The degree is not the direct instructor of the four Luo Chuan, but is responsible for the introductory combat teaching of the freshman students, which is intentional by the school, after all, the basic skills of close combat are the foundation of all battles. Really strong talents can make the school arrange with peace of mind.

The degree is famous for its long-handed military body boxing, which is mainly on the upper plate, and is most famous for its long and heavy punches.

"Little bunny, you come first."

As an instructor, he obviously planned to let the old man hand first, and said with a smile.

As soon as the words fell, the old man on the opposite side had already suddenly raised his legs, swept away the appearance of the star who had just died, his eyes were excited, his hind legs exerted force, and his right knee slammed forward. At the same time, both hands want to bind the opponent's upper body.

"! Well done! ”

He took half a step back, turned his fists into palms, and easily resisted the old man's right knee.

The old man couldn't hit a blow, and with the inertia of his right foot, he hit another heavy elbow blow, straight to the cheeks, and the momentum was violent!

"When did the old man learn taekwon?"

Childe asked Luo Chuan with a puzzled expression.

These moves are not the number of military boxing, but they look very similar to Muay Thai.

"If you want to change you to Yang Guo, will you compare the eighteen palms of the dragon with Guo Jing?" Luo Chuan replied with a smile.

"Oh~ too." Childe said clearly.

Fighting with those who teach military physical boxing with military physical boxing, there will definitely be no chance of winning. The old man also realized this, so he changed his path and used Muay Thai, which he was not familiar with.

Naturally, he also knew the other party's thoughts, snorted coldly, and slammed back with his military body fist, colliding with his fists and knees, and the strength did not fall in the slightest.

"Third round." Luo Chuan thought silently in his heart.

The fists on the stage are back and forth, and the melee combat is exciting.

The old man's two attacks were perfectly resolved by Yirou and Yizhong, so he took the lead in accepting the move, and then changed to Dasu's melee fighting technique.

Anti-shoulder, elbow attack.

And on the instructor's side, no matter what tricks the other party has, it is the military body that responds.

The force is soft one after another, fast and slow.

……

"Damn, the old man is so strong! It's been more than 20 rounds, and I haven't gotten down! ”

At some point, Childe exclaimed.

"Twenty-seven rounds, to be exact."

Luo Chuan's eyes were much more comfortable, and the fighting movements on the stage were gradually seen clearly, and he counted the two of them and said.

About half a minute later.

Finally, after the instructor blocked the old man's whip leg move, he found the right time and went straight to the old man's door with a long straight fist.

The punch was so powerful that everyone present gasped.

He also lived up to expectations, squatting on the ground with his nose covered......

"Boy? Serve or not? ”

"Serve!"

The old man blurted out shamelessly.

"Just serve, next time it's a public fight, I'll shoot ten times heavier than this, remember." The degree squinted his eyes and said coldly.

The old man smiled and wiped his nose, at this time his face was simply miserable, blue and purple, and his right eye was swollen.

"Alright, fuck off!"

The old man hurriedly rubbed his cheeks and jumped off the stage, and the classmates looked at him like this, and they brushed "Huh~" together. Many female classmates have already stopped looking too far and dare not look at it again.

"The students who are in the actual class stay, and the students who want to see the actual class stay. Others who are watching the excitement and passing by, hurry up and get out, and now the class officially begins. ”

The degree roared with his hands behind his back.

……

"Childe, how many rounds?" Under the stands, Mahjong handed the old man a few band-aids and asked.

"Five... Fifty-four..."

Childe sighed. According to the rule of one to ten, I have to accompany Mr. Luo with 1,000 soft sister coins......

"Speaking of Mr. Luo, why are you so sure that the old man can accept and support him for so long?" Mahjong asked curiously.

"The old man's fighting talent is obvious to all, right?"

Luo Chuan snatched a wad of soft girl coins from Gongzi's hand, and Mei Zizi explained: "You have overlooked an important thing, that is, it was the instructor's nephew who was beaten yesterday. You all know that the instructor protects his shortcomings, how could he not open a small stove for his nephew? Usually it is hard to teach by word and deed.

That is to say, before this, the old man had already fought with the copycat version of the devil instructor, and he had to get used to the number of roads and know himself and his opponent, so there is a high probability that the current situation will appear. ”

"Cheating! Also, don't you think about the question so sanely. Childe looked resentful.

"Habit, just habit, hehehehe......"

"No wonder you usually have to analyze the psychological activities of the other party when you play chicken, is criminal psychology so terrible......" Mahjong also sighed.

"Come on, I'll accompany the old man to the infirmary, and I won't go to the practical class of the master of national arts in the afternoon." Childe picked up the old man and walked out the door, "If it looks good, record a video and go." ”