Song Ziyang twitched his sleeve vigorously, but it didn't move. He wanted to push him away, but he was afraid of hurting him. For a moment, the muscles on his face started to beat. To be honest, even if he was facing life and death,
He had never been so embarrassed before.
"Well, Feilong, let go first..." Song Ziyang gasped as if he had a toothache, damn, your nose almost fell on my clothes.
"Ah, Master, are you going to take me in?" Feilong raised his head and looked at Song Ziyang with tearful eyes, and the fat all over his body was trembling.
"I'll wipe it, please let go of your hand first!" Song Ziyang finally pulled his hand out and let out a long breath.
Fei Long had a flattering smile on his face, but his round face was so round that his eyes were almost invisible when he smiled.
"I'm not your senior expert, so I really can't do this as a disciple!" Song Ziyang thought for a moment before saying seriously.
"Oh!" The smile on Feilong's face froze obviously, and then a sad look flashed in his eyes, and he slowly turned around.
Song Ziyang's heart moved and he couldn't help but open his mouth and said: "Wait a moment..."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Song Ziyang regretted it. This kid is really not good at practicing martial arts. Look at him, his limbs are so well-proportioned and round that from a distance, he looks like a pile of big meatballs lying on the ground.
.
In the martial arts association, the one who could defeat Liu Kaikun had basically reached his limit. And, even so, he would probably suffer a lot more than the other man.
Seeing that Song Ziyang didn't make a sound, a sad voice rang out, which seemed to contain endless desolation and vicissitudes: "Haha, if you want to comfort me, then there is no need to say it. I also know that there is no way for people like me to survive.
What qualifications are there? But if I didn’t say that, no one would look at me seriously. I’m just a fat man, a guy who can’t be cultivated!”
"Forget it, maybe I shouldn't be wishful thinking in the first place!" He said, shaking his head slightly, and started to walk away.
"Who said you are unworthy of education? Who said you are delusional?" Song Ziyang smiled dumbly and said softly: "If you are not afraid that I will mislead your disciples, then I will teach you how to do it when I have time!"
"Really?" Fei Long jumped over with a sudden surprise, his face full of surprise. Looking at that look, there was no trace of self-pity or self-pity from before?
"Hahahaha, I know that the master will never let go of a disciple who is extremely smart and has excellent skills like me. From now on, if you become famous or something, how much easier will it be if I'm here?" Fei Long patted his chest,
It looked like I had taken care of this.
Song Ziyang was slightly startled, looked at him strangely and said, "Just now, were you just pretending?"
Feilong grinned: "Hey, when I came here, I watched a few martial arts movies and several apprenticeship routines. I learned these from the Internet!" As he said that, he looked at Song Ziyang carefully: "Master
, you are not angry, are you? It is said on the Internet that a master like you is usually a prime minister who can punt a boat in his belly, run a horse in his arm, and run a train in his head..."
"Stop, stop, stop, let's let the train run on your head!" Song Ziyang rolled his eyes at him, and then started laughing. Speaking of which, he was an old man, and he never expected that he would be deceived by a young boy.
If Qingtian and the others found out about this, they would laugh out loud!
Song Ziyang gently patted his shoulder with his extended hand. The flesh was relatively compact, but the thickness was indeed amazing. It was quite difficult to practice martial arts like this!
"You kid can actually deceive me, that's your skill! However, you still don't want to call me master. This is a school, so you can call me Brother Song first!"
Song Ziyang went with him and sat on a small bench by the roadside. Benches like this can be seen everywhere on several boulevards in the school and on the main roads. Usually, many people sit on them to rest.
Very convenient.
However, the bench that could originally accommodate four or five people seemed to be quite relaxed, but once Fat Dragon put his butt on it, it suddenly seemed cramped.
Song Ziyang moved to the side and said softly: "First of all, why did you get stuck on me? Did I have the word "master" written on my forehead? I didn't seem to make a move at all at the martial arts association that day, right?
"
Fei Long smiled: "Intuition!"
Song Ziyang looked at it and yelled, the little fat guy actually smiled so obscenely? Something is wrong! He straightened his face and said in a loud voice: "Tell the truth!"
Fei Long rubbed his hands and said, "Hey, I know Brother Tian!"
"Brother Tian?" Song Ziyang raised his eyebrows and repeated before he realized: "Are you talking about that boy Qingtian?"
Feilong's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, that's Brother Qingtian. He has joined our martial arts association. Sometimes he will go over and give us some pointers. The last time, it was because Brother Qingtian was too busy.
We didn't have time to tell him about Liu Kaikun, otherwise, how could those stick guys have the qualifications to be arrogant?"
Song Ziyang raised his eyebrows and said with some dissatisfaction: "This guy introduced you to me?"
I thought to myself, is this guy pushing trouble into his arms? When I see him when I turn around, I have to give him a good beating!
Fei Long seemed a little unhappy when he saw Song Ziyang's expression, and hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Brother Song, don't get me wrong, I came to you, it was not Brother Tian who introduced me. I heard him say it accidentally once, and he said that he was like this
He's not that powerful, his boss can beat him down with just one hand!"
"So I said something more, and Brother Tian said, you are also in the school. I didn't know how to find you at first, but in the end, I met you at the Wushu Association. Brother Song, I think this is our
What a fate!”
As he spoke, a plump hand grasped Song Ziyang's hand tightly.
Song Ziyang hurriedly pulled out his hand, but the fat dragon's strength was extremely amazing. He tried to pull it out, but was stunned and didn't move.
At this time, many students who happened to pass by here and saw this scene widened their eyes, and some even stopped in their tracks.
Damn it, isn’t that Niu Bi, the little security guard in our school? Why did he change his style today? Damn it, two big men, holding big hands and small hands in broad daylight? The other one is so excited, is there something wrong with these two people?
Adultery?
Song Ziyang increased his strength on his hands, and finally got out of danger. His face turned slightly pale, and he breathed heavily: "Let me tell you first, you have to speak your mind, and you are not allowed to move your hands or feet in the future. Do you hear me?"
Feilong nodded hurriedly: "Brother, thank you..."
Seeing that he was about to stretch out his hands again, Song Ziyang hurriedly stood up and ran away. Damn, what's wrong with this kid? However, his strength seemed to be quite strong. He used 50% of his strength, but he still couldn't get out of his hands.
He was dragged out of his body. Although there was an element of over-excitement on his part, this boy's strength was definitely not small!
Although he is a little fatter, he is quite bored at school sometimes. If he has the intention, it would be okay to teach him something by himself!