"The physique test came out, and it was decided on resilience and endurance and physical toughness defense. Liliang is the one that determines the explosiveness and overall liliang, muscle size. Intelligence is added, and it is very convenient to learn system knowledge. Now there is only agility. ”

He focused his gaze on the agility column.

Soon, agility jumped from 0.23 to 0.33.

Just a moment when the number jumps and changes.

Garon's whole body jerked, his eyes glazed over, and his mind was ethereal, as if a lot of heavy things had been discharged at once.

It's like wearing a heavy iron coat that was originally on it, and now it suddenly takes off. The whole person feels a lot lighter, and it seems that he can jump very high with a little force on his feet.

"The other data I would have counted was compared. The attributes of a normal person should be around 0.3 on average. I couldn't keep up with everyone else, and I was very slow to run. Now it seems that the speed attribute of a normal person should also be on average 0.3.But this data is not easy to judge the multiple, if it can become 1 as the average attribute standard of ordinary people. ”

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Garon saw that the data in his field of vision began to slowly change.

But after more than ten seconds, all the data on it completely changed.

Liliang 1.77, Dexterity 1.10, Constitution 1.03, Intelligence 1.20, Potential 80%.

"Sure enough, this ability was adjusted based on the information my brain was getting. Looking at it this way, my liliang attribute has reached the level of more than half of a normal person. It's no wonder that it can easily punch through glass and pass through sandbags of over 200 pounds. ”

Garon turned off the light, opened the window to let in, and then took off his clothes and pants and lay down on the bed, filled with an ethereal lightness all over his body, and no more thought about anything else, Garon soon fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took, but he opened his eyes in a daze, and heard his bedroom door gently open. A petite figure crept in.

The figure stood by the bed and looked at him quietly, it was Ying'er.

She was wearing a school uniform and skirt, and a faint silver zipper button could be seen on the side of her slender waist. The short skirt was just big enough to cover her thighs, revealing the black stockings underneath.

"Brother, in fact, it's actually me"

Garon slumped to his feet.

"Ying'er, what are you doing here at such a late hour?" He looked at his sister beside the bed, and under the moonlight, he felt that his sister tonight seemed to be particularly beautiful and pure. Especially when she unconsciously grabbed the short skirt with both hands and lowered her head, she could only see a faint pink on her face and neck.

"Brother, don't you get close to other girls, okay?" said Ying'er in a voice like a gnat.

"You mean Effie, we're just friends. Garon remembered the suspicious look in her eyes when she had sent Effie back just now, and suddenly understood the meaning in her eyes.

Effie seems to suspect that he likes her, which is why he defends her like this. And then refused him to continue to send her home, in fact, not only did he not want him to know his home address, but also meant to refuse, refuse his pursuit.

"I was rejected by the girl just now, but I didn't expect to be confessed by my sister when I came back. Ying'er, only in your heart, will you naively think that your brother is the best, and no one can compare. Girls may like him, and they look like they are afraid that their brother will be snatched away. But that's not how outsiders think. Garon smiled bitterly.

"Is that woman pestering you? It's so hateful!" Ying'er clenched her little fist. "As long as you promise not to talk to that Effie, I won't beat you in the future!"

The corners of Garon's mouth twitched, and he didn't speak, he always felt that the words 'I won't hit you' came out of his sister's mouth with a sense of disobedience

Ying'er didn't hear a response, and suddenly lowered her head, thinking that Garon didn't agree.

"As long as you promise, it's a big deal, it's a big deal, I'll let you"

She took a step closer, gently grabbed Garon's right hand, and slowly, slowly slipped under her short skirt

Garon stiffened for a moment, and a soft, moist and hot touch spread from the palm of his right hand to his whole body. In an instant, his blood surged, his whole body was hot, his mouth was dry, and his lower body was as hard as a steel rod.

Finally, he couldn't help it!

"Ying'er!" he couldn't help himself, and suddenly sat up, holding his sister's waist with his other hand.

Boom!!

It hurts

Garon opened his eyes.

"I don't know the ceiling" He looked blank, stretched out his left hand, and there was some dark red bruise under the fingernail of his index finger. "It shouldn't be said to be a familiar and unaccustomed ceiling"

"It turned out to be a dream, so I said how could Ying'er's personality suddenly change so much, and it would attack in the middle of the night. He looked up at the black-plaid ceiling on a red background, and for a moment he was lazy and didn't want to move. There was a faint sense of disappointment in my heart.

It's hot in the bed.,The cold wind outside keeps pouring in from the window.,It's two shijie at all.。

"It seems that I am really influenced by this shijie ethos, and it is not customary to get married within three generations here. Not to mention a sister who is not related by blood at all. It's a normal teenager to have sexual immorality. ”

He slowly lifted the quilt and glanced at the bedside table on his right, where there was a clear scratch on the edge of the cabinet, which was obviously knocked out with his fingernails.

Standing up from the bed, Garon pulled through his clothes and put them on one by one, thickening a set of cotton underwear under his shirt. The outside is a standard trouser and black jacket.

"Mom, what should I do if my clothes are torn?" my sister's voice came from the living room outside the door.

"I'll take it to the Mark tailor to mend it later, and your brother's clothes also hung a hole yesterday. Mother Benenira's voice came.

"Hurry up, we need to go first, the company's car is almost there. Father urged. "Where's my tie?

"In the closet. ”

"Nope. ”

"Then use the black one!"

"Alright, that's it. Hurry up!"

"Ying'er, help me pull the zipper on the back, I'm stuck!"

"Haode Mom. ”

Garon clicked open the bedroom door and stood in the doorway.

In the living room, his father, Eisen, was scrambling to tie a tie, and his mother was asking his sister to help her put on a waist-cinching over-the-knee skirt.

"Gallons up? Breakfast was bread and milk, one egg per person. If it's cold, heat it up in the oven again. We went first, it was too late. The mother pulled up the zipper, straightened her dress, took her handbag and rushed to the door.

"You guys hurry up and eat the class, go first!" Father Eisen also hurried out the door.

Bang.

The gates are closed.

The younger sister let out a long breath and glanced back at Garon.

"Hurry up and wash up, we have breakfast and we have to catch the car." It's almost seven o'clock!"

"Uh-huh. Garon walked towards the bathroom. Twisted the faucet and poured cold water on his face.

The cold water flowed and the irritated skin tightened, and the remaining drowsiness disappeared immediately.

"Today is my game, so I have to watch it. After Ying'er was fully dressed, she stood at the door of the bathroom and said loudly. "If you dare to peek at the women's swimming competition like last time, I will let you know that the flowers are so red when you come back!" she raised her fist and shook it.

"Got it, got it," Garon nodded helplessly. He has lived for decades, how can he still be manipulated by adolescent desires like a hairy boy. Last night's dream was supposed to be the residual conscious influence of the previous Garron.

Well, definitely.

He looked in the mirror and reaffirmed.

The boy reflected in the mirror, with black and purple hair, dark red eyes, fair and crystal skin, no pimples or anything like that. And naturally, it also reveals a trace of confidence and strong temperament.

"Okay, don't take a picture, let me come!"

Ying'er squeezed over from the right, her face and Gareon together to look in the mirror. Carefully pinning the hairpin, Ying'er glanced at Garon's face, her face slightly red.

"It's still the same face as before," she muttered quietly.

"What did you say?" Garon didn't hear.

"It's nothing, hurry up. ”

It's still the same life as usual, catching a car, going to class, eating lunch, and taking a half-day vacation in the afternoon because I have to compete.

Garon followed his classmates to the open-air archery dojo on the side of the academy.

Students from various classes stood around to form small groups, and some even held wooden poles to hang banners with the words *** on them. Some directly ripped open their throats and shouted as cheerleaders.

The dojo is composed of a red arrow target and a shooting railing, and the arrow is shot at the red target from the distance of the shooting railing, and the score is calculated according to the number of rings from the bull's-eye.

Garon found a place to stand and watch the game from the left, surrounded by scattered students and teachers.

The sunlight is a little whitish and not very warm.

Garon waited for a while, and it was almost 3 batches before it was Ying'er's turn to play.

She wears a crisp white bow dress on her upper body and black culottes on her lower body. Similar to black and white Hanfu. He wears brown gloves in one hand and a brown wooden bow more than a meter long in the other.

Then slowly join the other two competitors and stand in the three shooting positions of the shooting hurdle. Start wearing a leather brown chest guard to protect half of your breasts.

"Now on the field are Ying'er from the 6th class of the first year of high school, Elijah from the 7th class of the first year of high school, and David Jones from the 8th class of the first year of high school. Among them, Ying'er in class 6 is the right-hand man of the archery department. And Ilya, who is in class 7, also won a prize in the archery competition held in the city. Although Davy Jones has only just started to practice archery, being able to participate in this competition is also a serious test and exercise for her."

A narrator speaks aloud with a loudspeaker.

"Elizabeth, a student from Class 7 of the previous senior high school, shot 5 10 rings in 40 meters. This is a pinnacle of achievement, and it is almost impossible for anyone to surpass it. Now it's up to Ying'er, who is from the first year of high school, and Su Man, the archery master from the second year of high school, to get close to or break this record. ”

Garon stood far away, and when he saw his sister Ying'er looking over here, he hurriedly smiled and stretched out his hand and waved.

Ying'er suddenly looked certain, and with the sound of preparation, she slowly raised her bow and pulled it away.

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