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62. Chapter 62 Class Two

The team disbanded, and the little girl ran to Mu Mu, "Mu Mu."

I was worried that she would feel uncomfortable being assigned to the rookie class.

"Is there something wrong with the officer's mind?"

She was very angry for Mu Mu.

Why was he assigned to the rookie class even though his grades were so good? Mu Mu's performance in the past few days was considered to be one of the best among everyone.

It's the police officer who is blind.

Mu Mu smiled reassuringly, "I'm fine. I'm studying in whatever class I'm assigned to, right?"

My little sister is assigned to the elite class, and she truly deserves it.

Lu Jiaojiao crossed her arms and walked past Mu Mu arrogantly, "Huh, rookie."

This bitch was assigned to the rookie class, and I was finally able to suppress her. I was really relieved.

The little girl protected Mu Mu, raised her chin and raised her lips with a hint of ridicule, "It takes fifty steps to laugh at a hundred steps, and the villain is successful."

Lu Jiaojiao glared at her little sister angrily, "Little dwarf, she is your biological mother, and you are protecting her like this."

Mu Mu clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

I really wanted to raise my hand and slap Lu Jiaojiao.

The little girl stepped forward, stretched out her hand and pushed Lu Jiaojiao, "Why do you have such a mean mouth?"

Lu Jiaojiao was pushed back two steps by her, and when she wanted to fight back, Mu Mu turned around and glared at her, threatening her with his eyes.

Very domineering.

Lu Jiaojiao was really frightened.

She saw her teaching Dai Xiaoya that day, so she was a little timid.

Mu Mu pulled her little sister and walked forward, "Little sister, don't be the same as her."

If the quarrel continues, the result will be collective punishment, so why bother.

If such a villain can't be cured, why should he get involved again and again? It's not cost-effective.

When the little girl walked away, she glared back at Lu Jiaojiao angrily.

The physical training room is similar to the gym, but the environment is much worse than the gym.

It's just physical training, lifting dumbbells, hitting sandbags, and pulling springs.

The rookie class starts with making sandbags.

Half an hour, no breaks allowed.

Mu Mu punched the sandbag that fell in the air and soon became sweaty.

The sandbag was shaken by her blows, and she swung her fists at it like crazy.

What appeared on the sandbag was Yifan Lu's cheeky smiling face.

In this way, she fought harder and harder.

A sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

It’s so cool.

There was a military chess competition over there, two out of three games.

Lu Yifan had already won two sentences and was sure of victory. He patiently played the third game just to make Mansen happy.

The third game was under his control, allowing Mansen to win.

His fair and slender fingers slowly and methodically packed up the chess pieces on the chessboard. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Manchang, who had lost the chess game and frowned, still unable to accept the reality.

You’ve said I’m a victorious general and you still don’t believe it.

After packing up the chess pieces, he closed the box and pushed it aside.

Then he looked at Minister Man with a smile and said, "Although ginger is still old and hot, there is a saying that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and Minister Man agreed."

This sentence sounds like comfort, but in fact it adds fuel to the fire.

Minister Man didn't know it. Seeing the pride in Lu Yifan's eyes, he felt itchy with hatred.

I really underestimated this kid, but he was able to beat him three games in a row. The last game was not caused by this kid on purpose.

He slammed the table with one hand and stood up, "Huh, if you lose, you lose. Why are you saying those pleasantries?"

Does he seem like the kind of person who cannot afford to lose?

What a joy.

Lu Yifan thought to himself: So what if you are a political assassin? I still abuse you all the same.

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