At 9 o'clock in the morning of the second day, Li Wuya slowly got up from the bed.

Seeing the chubby man who was still sleeping with his head covered, he grinned and got everything on his bed and walked out.

Is this supposed to be the last warm morning, or won't you call him anymore?

Twenty minutes later, Li Wuya clapped his hands and threw the boxes of two buckets of instant noodles into the trash.

Then I slowly returned to the dormitory.

Chubby was still asleep in the dormitory, and everything else was as usual.

I guess I slept late last night, or maybe this fat man was born to sleep.

After all, the two of them had a deep friendship last night.

It's just one target, and two people come to a dormitory to settle the two.

The other side.

In a dormitory on the 3rd floor.

Jia Qiang, who was asleep, suddenly felt that the warm quilt was cleared, and then disappeared from his body.

Just as he encountered a cold wind blowing outside the window, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Damn, I'm sick, I'm under the quilt.

Opposite him, the young man from last night looked at him coldly, holding the quilt in one hand and a broom in the other.

Don't make a fuss, don't let me sleep enough on my last day off today.

Well.

What to ask?

Because it is easy to die suddenly because of sleeping too much.

Damn, I haven't heard of it.

Jia Qiang's eyes widened angrily, someone disturbed his sleep and caused him to be angry, which made him a little uncontrollable.

The young man on the other side was still unhurried.

The next second, the fake wall on the bed was completely angry.

I'll go, you're sick.

There is no way to say anything, but it is all about the way.

Jia Qiang's punch was extremely powerful, infusing most of the anger from the unequal treatment he suffered after he got up.

The boy was slightly startled, and he looked back, and the broom in his hand fell to the ground.

Then he let out a low shout.

Get lost.

Then a layer of dark light appeared on his fist, and it lightly touched Jia Qiang's fist.

The next second, boom, click, ah, ah.

The entire third floor was taken aback, and a loud noise in one of the rooms woke up all the students who were still sinking in their dreams.

Then a figure flew out of a room with half a bed board.

And accompanied by someone's heart-rending howl.

What's wrong? Holy, is this a person?

Directly hit the fly.

Awesome, even the bed board was shattered.

The fight here is awesome.

People came out of the rooms and gathered in front of a room, to be precise, in front of someone who had fallen to the ground and was convulsing.

Li Wuya, who had just woken up from sleep on the periphery of the crowd, stood there looking at the farce in this room with an expression that was not too lively.

The people here are all young people, and what they want to see is intense, so no one is going up to persuade them.

Only a few of the more good ones went up and picked up the man on the ground from under the plank, which had been broken into a dozen petals.

At this time, Jia Qiang looked confused.

Who am I? Where am I? Why did I fall here?

It wasn't until two minutes later that the brain slowly returned.

At the same time, he also began to scream, and the arm that had just been punched seemed to be broken, and the pain made him unable to control himself.

At this time, another person in the room slowly walked out and glanced up at the crowd of four weeks.

It's okay, let's go.

A cold voice sounded, and suddenly except for someone who was screaming on the side, they all shut up unexpectedly.

The young man came to Jia Qiang, grabbed the wooden planks on the ground with one hand, threw them back to the bed in the house one by one, and threw Jia Qiang back into the dormitory with one hand.

Then he walked into the house, turned around and closed the door and disappeared into the dormitory, and after a while, the dormitory sounded again, a heart-rending howl.

The crowd outside the door stood silently, and no one dared to push the door open.

But from the perspective of human nature, no one is embarrassed to turn away.

At this time, outside the dormitory building, a fat man swaggered into the dormitory building with two other students.

Got work, brothers.

Listen to you, aren't you the head?

Well, get the script right.

As he spoke, the fat man turned his head and smiled, then turned around and entered the corridor.

All come out and give.

The fat man choked as he yelled for half a sentence, and a group of people on the other side of the corridor turned their eyes on him.

The two students in the back walked in with the footsteps of not recognizing their six relatives, and as soon as they walked in, they saw such a scene, and the corners of their mouths suddenly twitched.

After a long silence, one of the students said in a voice that only three people could hear.

I don't know this stupidity.

The fat man in front was stunned for a long time before he smoothed out the huge impact in his heart.

Although he was still a student, he had been helping the teacher bring new recruits for two years, and it was the first time he had seen such a scene.

At this time, you shouldn't be in your own dormitory, talking, eating snacks, and sleeping.

But why are there still a few small planks on the ground where they are standing neatly?

And what's going on with the oozing screams coming from a certain room for a moment?

In this short silence, the fat man's mind was experiencing an incomparable wrestling of wisdom.

Until one of the cadets behind him slapped him with a small movement.

The fat man understood.

Students, you are very good, the discipline is really good, very good.

Now let's start picking people to go to class, and everyone will go to the playground below, immediately.

The students who looked confused were all driven down like this.

Waiting for no one, one of the cadets whispered in the fat man's ear.

It doesn't sound right, like I heard a scream just now.

Or don't search.

The fat man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head decisively.

There's no time, if all the good seedlings are picked up by other teams, how can we be awesome in our team?

No matter what, no one should go down there to pick someone first.

Good.

The three of them quickly went downstairs, and after a while, they came to the front of the students.

Hello students, I am Chen Zhanhua, the captain of the third team.

This time I'm the winner, and I'll pick someone first.

My criteria are also very simple.

As he spoke, the fat man drew back, and the two students supported a straw man in front of the students.

Chop off his head and join our squad.

Our squad has never been defeated, and we have never raised waste, starting now.

Everyone has one chance.

As soon as the voice fell, a tall man at the front walked out, pinched the straw man's head and pulled it down frantically, but the straw man's head just shook and did not fall.

Next.

The fat man spat out three words and looked down.

One doesn't work, and the other doesn't.

Slowly, there was only a circle of people left at the back.

The fat man snickered, he knew that the best ones were often at the back.

In this case, no matter how powerful the newcomer is, after passing this test, he will have to obey him as the captain.

The fat man smiled and pronounced the next name.

Sikou Building.

A round fat man in the crowd walked out.

Good.

The round fat man nodded and came to the straw man.

When he reappeared after touching his pocket, a pair of inky gloves were attached to his hand, and the little fat man let out a snort.

A light punch smashed on the straw man, and a black light rose into the sky, and the straw man exploded to pieces.

The fat man grew up and wanted to say that this was a war spirit, but he didn't say that he couldn't use a war spirit before, and after a long time, he still asked the two students to take the little fat man to the other side.

While arranging another straw man, he comforted himself, and this was an exception.

When the straw man was arranged, the fat man pronounced the second name.

Leng Qingpine.

A teenager slowly came to the straw man and stood still.

The next second, his right arm raised a stream of golden light to wrap around the entire fist, and then the boy slammed his fist into a palm and pressed it on the straw man's head.

Not far away, seven or eight students in the crowd raised their heads at the same time, and some of them read the name of that trick lightly and heavily.

A level ability 300

Terrifying abilities, bright deaths.

The moment the straw man received that palm, black flames ignited on his body, and he disappeared into the heavens and the earth in an instant.

The fat man, who had just closed his mouth, opened his mouth wide again, and with a fierce gesture of his hand, he brought the boy to the little fat man.

The two trainees continued to arrange the straw man, and the fat man was speechless.

I can only silently pronounce the third name.

Xu Zhulin.

A teenager in a corner of the crowd slowly stood up and walked over.

Coming to the straw man, the fat man nodded and said he could start.

Xu Zhulin nodded, and slowly stretched out his hand to support his chest.

Amitabha.

The sound of the entire playground disappeared instantly, and a huge sound wave rushed out of the boy's mouth.

The straw man on the opposite side was rolled up in the air, like a leaf in a tornado, and was torn apart in an instant.

The fat man's eyes blinked violently, and he was sure that this was not an ability or any war spirit.

It was just the boy's unique physical strength.

Maybe except for this fat man and those two students, there are no more than three people present who can make a tie in his hands.

The fat man waved his hand and asked Xu Zhulin to go, and the two people waited beside him.

It was only then that he couldn't help but recall the orders the boss had given him.

Divide the newcomers into ABC and divide the second ones together, so that there are more tasks, they have more run-in, no matter which ABC there will be no thorns in it, and the ability will be stronger.

Only through this kind of self-training and grinding into a special team can even the weakest C be produced.

The fat man frowned, asked the two students to take a straw man, and shouted the next name.

Li Wuya.

Li Wuya, who had been waiting in the crowd for a long time, swooped in front of everyone.

Facing the straw man, he didn't wait for him to make a move, the fat man came over and pressed Li Wuya's outstretched arm.

You don't have the ability, you don't have the spirit of war, you don't have the power to fight, you don't have the physical strength.

Li Wuya was weird, and shook his head I didn't.

The fat man patted his chest and relaxed.

It's good if you don't have it, it's good if you don't have it, I'm a cabbage in front of a genius, and I can have as many as I want.

Oh my God, how can I test it?

Li Wuya didn't hear what the fat man whispered at all, he was carefully feeling his strength, imagining the picture of the straw man flying.

Well, it's accurate to knock the head flying.

Li Wuya stretched out his right arm and slowly used his strength in mid-air.

Whether it was the eliminated or untested students, at the same time, they looked at Li Wuya's right arm, and they were guessing whether their heads could fly after this punch.

The fat man also looked nervously at the power of this punch.

Li Wuya felt that it was almost over, and punched the straw man in the head, and shouted "Yayay".