Yang Chen thought about it for a long time and didn't think about it, he was so tired that he died, how could he have the energy to remember that?

However, Yang Chen decided that the next time he went in, he must count it, otherwise he would practice by himself in the future, and he wouldn't know how many hammers he would use, and if he picked too much, it would not be good to hurt his body.

"Gollum ......"

Yang Chen's stomach screamed, and a wave of weakness hit him, making Yang Chen's stomach like it was on fire. Yang Chen hurriedly went downstairs, washed rice and put it in the rice cooker, took out a large piece of meat from the refrigerator, and put it directly into the pressure cooker to cook. Only then did I drink three glasses of water in a row, on the one hand, to replenish the lost water, and on the other hand, to drink a full water first. He took off his clothes and stuffed them into the washing machine, along with the clothes and sheets he had brought back from school.

Entering the bathroom, Yang Chen's expression was stunned.

Is this person in the mirror himself?

This is too bad, isn't it? It's almost out of shape! At this time, Yang Chen's body was naked, and there was a layer of grease-like things sticking to his body.

"This is the impurities in my body, right? It's like a piece of stubborn iron, and when you forge it into fine iron, it naturally becomes smaller. ”

In Yang Chen's mind, he recalled the scene of striking iron in the Leaning Moon Cave. A piece of metal the size of a head was forged by itself to the size of a fist.

"I went in twice in a row today, and I practiced a little hard!"

Two hours later.

Yang Chen, who was wearing pajamas after taking a bath, had a full burp after eating a pot of rice and a pot of meat. He stood up, walked over to the fitting mirror, took off his pajamas, and looked into the mirror.

"Well, the fat is back, although it is still thinner than before, but it is completely acceptable!"

Yang Chen put on his pajamas, looked at himself in the mirror, and said word by word:

"I want to report to Wuke!"

went upstairs, entered the bedroom, lay down, and in less than half a minute, Yang Chen fell asleep.

The next day.

After Yang Chen got up, his whole body was sore. With a strong will, he got up from the bed, hurriedly washed and put on his clothes, went to the army canteen for breakfast, and then took a taxi to the school.

"Yang Chen!"

As soon as one foot entered the school gate, he heard a crisp sound from behind, turned his head, and saw Liang Jiayi running towards him like a cheerful magpie. Today she is wearing a pink tracksuit and a pair of white sneakers on her feet, which is very dynamic.

"Good morning!" Yang Chen said with a smile.

"Good morning!" Liang Jiayi ran in front of Yang Chen, under the sun, her eyes were bright.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound attracted the attention of the two people, and it turned out that one person was bombarding the dynamometer, and there were several people standing next to that person.

"Gao Feng, okay. Five hundred and eight pounds, the martial apprentice is seven layers, and he is considered powerful in the martial arts class. ”

A trace of envy appeared in Liang Jiayi's eyes, and she whispered: "That person is the peak of the first class of the second year of high school, and he will definitely be able to be admitted to the martial arts academy in the future." ”

Looking at her envious and somewhat unconvinced look, Yang Chen couldn't help laughing, nodded Liang Jiayi's delicate little nose and said:

"Martial arts is not just about cultivating strength, it also needs to be stable and durable. For example, that peak is a big force, but can he consistently punch out 500 catties of strength with each punch? The first three punches may not be much different, but what about 10 punches, 20 punches, and 100 punches?"

"Stable and long-lasting?" Liang Jiayi shook her head and said, "Is it that important?"

Through these two iron strikes, Yang Chen has a deep understanding of stability and durability, and nodded and said:

"It's very important! Let's say that peak has a strength of five hundred and eight pounds, and you are ......."

"Four hundred and sixty pounds. ”

"Well, you're four hundred and sixty pounds!"

"No!" Liang Jiayi's tone was mixed with this coquettishness: "It's my strength of four hundred and sixty catties, not my four hundred and sixty catties." ”

"Uh-huh!" Yang Chen continued with a smile: "If you fight him, you are stable enough. After fifty punches, you're still four hundred and sixty pounds per punch, and he's probably less than four hundred pounds, so you can easily knock him out. Of course, if you want to stick to the same power of fifty punches, in addition to stability, this also requires persistence.

This requires deliberate cultivation every day. You may say that a few punches at the peak can defeat you, so it also requires agility and speed, and cultivation is definitely not just about training with great strength......"

Listening to Yang Chen's tirade, Liang Jiayi went from being careless at the beginning to falling into contemplation later. Looking at Yang Chen, who was in high spirits at this time, pointing out the country, she felt that she had never been so close to Yang Chen. In other words, Yang Chen had never been so close to him.

This kind of closeness is not the physical distance between each other, but the distance of the heart. In the past, Yang Chen always stretched out an invisible membrane to separate her from Yang Chen, and at this moment, Liang Jiayi felt that her heart was beating at the same frequency as Yang Chen's heart.

"Little sister, don't worship my brother too much!" Yang Chen patted Liang Jiayi's head with a smile.

"Yang Chen!" Liang Jiayi pinched her waist and glared: "You dare to pat my head and slap the squad leader's head!"

"Hahaha......" Yang Chen laughed and ran away, and Liang Jiayi chased after him.

"Bang!"

Yang Chen pushed open the classroom door, and felt that he had entered a vegetable market, and there was a lot of commotion inside, all of them were discussing which class to choose.

"Yang Chen, what class are you applying for?" Xia Jie shouted at Yang Chen.

Seeing Liang Jiayi follow Yang Chen in front and back, a hint of gloom flashed in Tang Jianshen's eyes, and a sneer appeared on his face:

"What class can he apply for with his garbage qualifications? Of course, it's a liberal arts class. You can also ask such questions, Xia Jie, it's time for your IQ to recharge. ”

"You're looking for a beating!" Xia Jie stood up.

"I'm really not afraid of you. Tang Jianshen sat still and didn't move, but his eyes were full of provocation.

Yang Chen grabbed Xia Jie, who was about to run away, and said, "I'll report to the martial arts class!"

"Chenchen, don't stop me...... What?What did you say just now?" Xia Jie stopped abruptly and looked at Yang Chen in surprise.

"I said I wanted to apply for the martial arts class!"

Yang Chen patted Xia Jie's shoulder and walked into the seat against the wall and sat down. He and Xia Jie are at the same table, he sits inside, and Xia Jie sits outside. Xia Jie simply forgot Tang Jianshen's provocation, sat on the chair, looked at Yang Chen and said:

"You ......"

"You want to apply for a martial arts class?" Liang Jiayi ran to Xia Jie's table, looked at Yang Chen inside with wide eyes, and asked in surprise.

"Hmm!" Yang Chen nodded.

Liang Jiayi's face slowly turned red, then her ears, and finally her neck turned red, she turned her head and ran back to her own actions, sitting there, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but show a sweet smile, and her heart was pounding.

"He must have gone to the martial arts class because of me! He likes me, so he will do this. He...... What if he wooed me for a while?

He can apply for martial arts for me, and he can do anything.

Oh, shame on you!"

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Rushed to 20 places, thank you comrades!

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