"Jiang Yeran, what advice do you have for my politics class today? The political teacher pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the prickly head that had interrupted him again and again.

"Don't dare, don't dare. Jiang Yeran sat back in his seat stupidly, full of surprise recalling the peerless exercises in his mind, and for a while he only felt that happiness came too suddenly.

He shrank his head, blocked himself behind the classmate in front of him, and whispered to Song Zixun: "Zixun, you know Jin ......."

However, before he could finish speaking, a hurried shout came through his mind: "Don't tell her that I exist." ”

Jiang Yeran first showed a look of astonishment, and then a look of ecstasy, he understood that this was Jin Yongyi's voice.

"Can you talk to me!"

"Yes, we can communicate at will through our minds, you fool Ziyun first, don't tell her your identity and my existence, you can't tell her yet. Jin Yongyi's slightly magnetic voice sounded in her head.

Jiang Yeran came back to his senses and saw that Song Ziyun was looking at him inexplicably, so he hurriedly changed his words: "Ahem, I mean do you know that this season's promotion tournament has increased the difficulty again?"

"What the hell, I originally wanted to score a lot of points, but now I have to increase the difficulty, how can I play this. Song Zixun subconsciously stroked his forehead with his hand, which was difficult.

Seeing this, Jiang Yeran hurriedly said that this was not a big deal, and he was fully capable of taking her to the top points, so he fooled Song Zixun over.

"Is it possible that you can also see what I see now?" Jiang Yeran thought silently in his heart, he always had the feeling that he was being watched by others from the perspective of God when he did things, although this person was theoretically himself.

"You're thinking too much, I don't bother to see what you're doing, and I'm not going to waste my time unless I have to. Jin Yongyi directly stated that he would not interfere with his privacy.

Hearing the other party's clear reply, Jiang Yeran couldn't help but sigh in his heart. As soon as he thought that he was really the reincarnation of the third prince of Jin, and he had miraculous skills in his hands, he felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, feeling that life was like opening a hanging, exciting!

In this way, he was so excited all morning, and even in the morning's cultural class, he was dazed, and he had no intention of studying at all, although this lesson was dispensable to him.

In the afternoon, it was the actual combat training class of the old class, and the students had already gathered in the training room before class.

As for the training room, the academy temporarily replaced them with a new one, after all, the previous one was "worn through the roof" by Jiang Yeran and is still being repaired.

The training task assigned to them by Zhang Ying today is still the same as the first day, and it is still forty minutes of mental oppression. It's just that Jiang Yeran and Song Ziyun's difficulty has been raised to level five, and the average student is still in the first level.

After continuous breakthroughs in the past few days, Jiang Yeran obviously realized that the fifth-level spiritual oppression could not cause much pressure on him. When I thought that three days ago, I was still embarrassed, and even Song Zixun couldn't compare to others, and I sighed in my heart.

Results today, hey, hey, hey. Of course, he didn't mean to look down on Song Zixun, he just didn't want to show weakness in front of the girl he liked.

After 40 minutes of oppression, although the students were obviously a little physically exhausted, they gritted their teeth and persevered, which was still a great improvement compared to only five people on the first day.

"Okay, the rest of the students will rest for half an hour, and then move on to the second round. Jiang Yeran and Song Ziyun came here. Zhang Ying said.

Hmm, is the old class going to open a small stove again? Jiang Yeran and the two glanced at each other, and then walked in front of Zhang Ying.

Looking at Song Zixun, who was sweating and slightly tired at this time, Zhang Ying nodded with satisfaction.

Then she reached out and patted Jiang Yeran's head, and glanced at him who was gasping for breath: "What are you pretending to be dead, you don't sweat!"

"Hey, hey, don't I have to set the mood for the results of your hard work. Jiang Yeran touched his head and secretly said that this had been discovered.

On the side, Song Ziyun looked at Jiang Yeran in surprise, his face flushed, obviously not understanding why he had become so much stronger after not seeing him for three days.

"How about it, do you want to try the second stage of training, your physical strength has already reached my first stage training requirements. Zhang Ying was a little speechless and stopped, "But this is the first time I have trained with real people, and I try to control the intensity as much as possible." ”

"Okay. Song Ziyun still agreed, staring at Zhang Ying eagerly, not minding that she was experimenting with herself.

"Don't be, as the flowers of the motherland, shouldn't we cultivate step by step, and it's not advisable to raise seedlings. Jiang Yeran spread his hands and wanted to escape the training again.

"Why are you such a mother-in-law and mother-in-law. Song Zixun looked at Jiang Yeran provocatively, clasped his hands on his chest and sneered.

"These days, all the boys are not good, forget Ziyun, I'll train you alone. Zhang Ying made up for it.

Jiang Yeran pursed his lips, and said in his heart that his mother didn't know whether to talk about it or not.

Zhang Ying put her arm around Song Ziyun's shoulders and walked towards the other side of the training room: "Look at these men, a little bit of training is exhausting, like a vase, what can you do when you grow up, and you have to rely on us women in the future." ”

Song Zixun grinned, and his white palm lightly covered his red lips: "Teacher, don't say that, it's strange to hurt your self-esteem, so boys can cook and take care of children in the future." ”

Jiang Yeran: "???"

"Hey, hey, you're singing and harmonizing too much, don't bully this person like this. ”

"Then you might as well do something to prove it to me. Zhang Ying crossed her waist with one hand and straightened her proud chest.

Song Ziyun also learned to snort, straightened his chest, and looked like he was in the same breath.

What kind of breasts do you have, you don't have breasts. Jiang Yeran secretly complained, but he still softened his mouth and said: "What a big deal, don't you want me to train, real men are never afraid!"

"This second phase of training is mainly about your speed and reflexes, so I'll try the strength first. The corners of Zhang Ying's mouth raised, looking like she had succeeded in her treacherous plan, and said.

Then, with a movement of her mind, her spiritual power condensed into a needle-like shape, and she shot quickly towards the pillar next to the training room.

Listening to the sound of "poof", the pillar was shot directly into a small hole.

"Goo" Jiang Yeran swallowed his saliva with difficulty, although he didn't know how the old class was going to train, but this posture was a bit hardcore.

Zhang Ying debugged three times in succession, and this time, the needle formed by the condensed spiritual power shot into the pillar with a crisp "ding" sound, but did not leave any traces on the pillar.

"Almost, that's it. Zhang Ying nodded and said.

"Wait, I think it's immoral to open a small stove, it's not fair to other students. Jiang Yeran had a chill down his spine, but he still made a look of righteous indignation, and said to his classmates, "Everyone has paid money to study, how can we cause losses to everyone because of our special reasons!"

Zhang Ying glanced at him lightly, turned to the rest of the students, and her voice was cold without the slightest emotion: "What, do you also want to try this second stage of training in advance?"

In Jiang Yeran's expectant gaze, the whole class shook their heads without hesitation like rattles.

Zhang Ying laughed and turned her head to look at Jiang Yeran: "Do you have any last words to explain?"

"Can I abstain?" Jiang Yeran rubbed his hands and smiled awkwardly.

"Who said just now that real men never back down?" Song Zixun reminded with a wicked laugh.

At this time, Jiang Yeran really had a feeling of itchy teeth, and sure enough, women were all species who looked gentle and considerate, empathetic, and had a bad stomach behind their backs.

"Okay, come on. Jiang Yeran spread his hands, and his helpless appearance provoked Song Zixun to laugh again.