Twice?

Zhiyue's little face collapsed when she heard this, in fact, Meng Qinghuan was next to her when she was training, in fact, she calculated carefully. Meng Qinghuan has more than three times more training than her, and it is unreasonable that he is not better than herself.

"Why are you so nice to me? I tell you, even if you are good to me, I will not submit to you." Zhiyue continues to be arrogant and hard-mouthed, she will never admit that she has given in.

"Giving a potion is good for you? Everybody has it." Bai Cha glanced at Zhiyue: "After death, the bones were cremated and turned to ashes, and the mouth was still there, and the small mouth was quite hard."

"I'm ......" Orizuki's face flushed, but the white tea had already swept past her and walked towards the remaining few people who had not yet completed the task.

Sometimes it doesn't matter whether the ability is strong or not, the arrogance still has a bit of a role, Zhiyue hangs with this arrogance, and has already finished the morning's training, leaving Mo Ziye and Gu Zitan and others still working hard.

"Eat at noon and take a nap for at least an hour." Bai Cha said, "I'll put your potion here, and I'll continue in the afternoon."

"Drink...... Okay." Mo Ziye's little face was full of sweat, like a boiled shrimp, lying on the horizontal bar to do pull-ups, before he said the word "good" and almost choked to death with a smoking throat.

Michael had just finished his training, lying on the ground like a dead dog, and now he finally admired Lucifer for being able to stay with white tea for so long, and when he saw the small blue bottle of potion, Michael almost crawled to the ground, and swallowed it in his throat with a grunt.

All afternoon, these training newcomers walked floating, Gu Zitan was the worst, although his physical fitness was not bad, but this body type really suffered a big loss, it almost killed him.

Although he had no appetite, Gu Zitan honestly pulled a lot of high-energy food, and he didn't dare not eat it at all, for fear that he would go directly to the west in the afternoon. Meng Qinghuan came over and looked at Gu Zitan with some schadenfreude.

"How is it, Xiao Gu, is the soul still there?" Meng Qinghuan hugged Xiao Baimeng and smiled: "Why don't I summon you a spirit?"

"Old Dreams...... Don't you have no conscience, okay?" Gu Zitan lay on the table, chewing a piece of apple in his mouth, chewing very mechanically, tasteless, and his eyes lost their highlights.

"Hey, hey, cheer up, think about it, we're going to save the world in the future, what if we can't overcome this difficulty." Mengqing's stomach hurt with laughter, and she easily solved a piece of dragon fruit on Gu Zitan's plate, with a heartless face.

"Even if you say so, Teacher Meng...... Mo Ziye also lay on the table with a slurred voice: "However, when I just came to eat, why did I hear a strange sound downstairs?"

"Downstairs? Downstairs in the cafeteria or downstairs in the training ground?" Meng Qinghuan rubbed his bright glowing head: "If you mean the training ground, it should be Xiao Xiaobai and Lucifer fighting in the ring."

"The ring?" As soon as he heard this, Mo Ziye became energetic, his legs didn't hurt anymore, his waist was not sore, he ran downstairs with a piece of cake in his mouth, and knocked over the fruit plate of the weaving warbler, and the angry weaving warbler chased after Mo Ziye and beat him.

The two brothers of the Ye family saw that something was wrong and hurriedly went up to pull the rack, but as a result, both of them sat in Gu Zitan, Gu Zitan had to stand up and give way, and squeezed to Zhiyue, who was sitting on the outside.

As a result, a group of people pulled and pulled together in the bottom of the ring, and Meng Qinghuan followed behind slowly, smiling very slyly.

In the stands, Bai Cha and Lucifer have been facing each other for a while, and neither of them used their strength, but directly fought one-on-one, with fists and fists thumping, and everyone under the stands bared their teeth when they listened.

"Alright, boys, it's school time." Meng Qinghuan sat behind Zhiyue and his group, and said with a smile, "If you have any questions, please feel free to ask."

"Who are your children?" Michael glared at Meng Qinghuan unconvinced.

"Lucifer is still a demon dragon as a big man, how can he not even beat the little girl Baicha." Zhiyue was lying on the chair in the audience, and the problem of cheapness was committed again, muttering quietly.

"You're going?" Meng Qinghuan raised her eyebrows.

"I ......" Zhiyue was deflated and wilted when she heard this

Whispered, "No."

In the stands, Lucifer was dressed in a loose practice uniform, a white tea and black bodysuit, one with well-proportioned muscles, the other with beautiful curves, and Mo Ziye, who was one big and one small, grinned when his fists touched each other.

What surprised Mo Ziye the most was that when this punch collided, Bai Cha only paused, and Lucifer actually took a few steps back, but this touch didn't even touch Bai Cha.

"The center of gravity is sinking!" The white tea drank lightly, and the fist in his hand was about to come out, and a punch hit Lucifer's lower abdomen.

Lucifer had just been knocked away by the white tea, and before he could catch his breath, he heard the reminder of the white tea and hurriedly concentrated his core strength in the lower abdomen to stabilize the lower plate, but he was still blasted out and rolled on the ground before bouncing up.

Lucifer's progress was great, and Lucifer's most violent attack at the beginning of the game was just a chaotic drifting fist, so Bai Cha could only slow down and guide Lucifer at first, so that his path was a little more regular.

And just like that, after more than half an hour of being reminded by white tea from time to time, Lucifer's fists and feet became clear, and one punch and one style were even remarkable, and the ring finally had a lot more to see.

I don't know if it's because Lucifer's face looks good, Bai Cha didn't greet Lucifer in the face with a punch, but if Lucifer takes off this training uniform, it is estimated that it will be inevitable that he will be bruised and purple.

Just as Lucifer's whirlwind leg was blocked by Bai Cha again, Mo Ziye finally couldn't help it, and looked at Meng Qinghuan with a complicated expression: "Teacher Meng, how do I feel that Xiaobai can predict Lucifer's moves in advance every time."

"Be confident, get rid of the feelings." Meng Qinghuan patted Mo Ziye's head and encouraged, "Of course, after all, it's a beginner, and if the skill is so long, it should be predicted."

"Huh?" Mo Ziye didn't understand.

"Hmm...... That is, the muscles and eyes will rise before each movement starts." Meng Qinghuan explained in as much detail as possible: "To put it simply, the action is too big, and you can see what you want to do."

"Can it still be like this?" Mo Ziye said that although he understood, he didn't understand, he had been sitting here for a long time, and he couldn't see where Lucifer had an obvious momentum.

"Then, Xiaobai will definitely win?" Mo Ziye asked.

"Nonsense."

"You say?"

"Or else?"

Mo Ziye's voice was not small, this time people from all directions, front and back, left and right, all turned their heads, looking at Mo Ziye like an idiot, and Mo Ziye looked confused.

Mo Ziye didn't know what he said wrong, and just as he wanted to ask, he saw a figure fall from the ring and fall on the cushion under the ring.

Lucifer was lying on the mat with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling violently, and Bai Cha was standing on the edge of the ring, calmly as if he had just drunk a glass of water, and his chest seemed to have only jogged for ten minutes.

"Are you okay?" Bai Cha took off her jumpsuit to reveal the yoga pants and Bai inside, she also had a few bruises on her arms, and there were a lot of injuries on her body, but they were all inevitable and not serious skin injuries.

Lucifer nodded, losing the strength to speak.

Fighting with white tea is more uncomfortable than training, not only a challenge to physical strength, but also a challenge to mental power.

At this time, Lucifer only felt pain all over his body, and cold sweat broke out on his painful forehead.

"Go back to take the potion, remember to take a lunch break at noon, don't secretly practice, otherwise it will backfire." Bai Cha clapped his hands and looked at the people who had gathered in the audience: "You too, whether you have completed the training task or not, you have to go back and rest."

"Huh? Yes!"

"Okay, okay!"

After the ring was over, the crowd watching the excitement suddenly dispersed, slipping faster than anyone else, for fear that Bai Cha's mood would change and he would arrest them for a drill.

"Ming, Mingze."

Gu Mingze was about to go back to the room with Cangliu, when he suddenly heard a simple voice from behind him, his body suddenly stiffened, and the hand holding Cangliu's arm subconsciously tightened.

"What's wrong?" Gu Mingze swallowed his saliva, and looked at Gu Zitan behind him as much as he tried to calm down: "I shouldn't have done anything wrong, right?"

"Well, no, I just wanted to discuss something." Gu Zitan hurriedly waved his hand, a little embarrassed: "I don't know how to swim, but I have swimming training in the afternoon."

Gu Mingze was stunned, from childhood to adulthood, the whole family, including Gu Zitan, counted him down with accusatory eyes and tones, but he didn't expect Gu Zitan to discuss anything with him in such a peaceful tone.

Obviously, what Gu Zitan meant was that he couldn't swim and wanted Gu Mingze to teach him.

Gu Mingze stiffened in place, his rejection of his original family and Gu Zitan's overtures made him extremely contradictory, he raised his head to look at Cangliu, and subconsciously asked Cangliu for help.

This move stung Gu Zitan's eyes again, since he was a child, Gu Mingze had never even relied on him for help, his own brother, and now, it was clear that he was the one who was related to him, but Gu Mingze subconsciously asked for help and relied on a person who was not related to him or even the same kind.

"You can go if you want, but only after your lunch break." Cangliu Road.

"Then, I'll go to the training gym with Brother Cangliu at that point." Let Gu Mingze teach Gu Zitan to swim by himself Gu Mingze must be unwilling, he was afraid of embarrassing himself to death, so he slipped away and dragged the vicissitudes directly into the water.

Cangliu didn't refute it, and acquiesced, but what the three of them didn't expect was that when they arrived at the swimming pool, there was one more person learning to swim.

"Why, I won't, I heard you speak, I can't come and learn together."

Zhiyue hugged her arms, and her face was a little unusual, and she belonged to the little girl's delicateness: "You are two people, can't you wait for one more person to teach me?"

Vicissitudes: "......"

Gu Zitan intends to ease relations with Gu Mingze, then Gu Mingze must be going to teach Gu Zitan, and who Zhiyue wants to teach can be seen at a glance.

Cangliu really doesn't have a good impression of Zhiyue, this person has been brainwashed too seriously by the bright faction, full of morality and righteousness, and he was disrespectful to Baicha before, if it weren't for Zhiyue's simple-mindedness, scheming, and kind-heartedness, it would be good if Cangliu didn't split her.

However, since they are all going to participate in the World Series together, Cangliu is not too ruthless, so he can only teach with Gu Mingze.

So much so that as soon as Bai Cha entered the swimming pool in the afternoon, he felt a thick embarrassment coming to his face.

Gu Mingze's face was serious, and Gu Zitan smiled stupidly.

Cangliu looked indifferent, and Zhiyue smiled happily.

White Tea and Lucifer: "?"

What are they doing?

In short, for the novices, the rarest first day was a successful one, and for these children who had trained so hard for the first time, this night's sleep was extraordinarily sweet.

The moonlight was already cold, and on the rooftop, the pure moonlight hazy the cold air on the merman's body, which was a bit dreamy.

Cangliu stopped the sword in his hand, pinched the hard and cold muscles of his forearm, and sighed secretly.

"Do you think the benefits are too bad?"