Opening the two metal doors, I was fine forty minutes ago, but bruised and bruised forty minutes later.
Huh, dragging his feet, Mu Fan took a glass of water from the water dispenser and sat down on the practice chair to rest. After paying his salary, he can go home and have a good sleep. Today is his first time to touch a mecha. Although it is virtual, Mu Fan
It couldn't be more real, novel, exciting, and unforgettable. This is the summary of the day.
"Huh!" The fat man sitting on the sofa suddenly took a breath, pressed the button and took off his helmet.
"Why did you go offline first? Didn't you say you were waiting for contact?" Fatty said with a look of complaint. "You lost again! I can't do it without you, Master! Is this your first time playing PO Battle.net? Come on.
Please tell me your NB story, I can still recall that round of the game endlessly."
The fat man stood up and poured himself a glass of water before walking across from Mu Fan and asked excitedly.
There were a lot of things involved, and Mu Fan felt a little worried.
So he frowned, sorted out his words, and said: "I happened to have that battle, and then I went out for a walk, but I was not familiar with any place. I only knew about the training camp. After thinking about it, I logged off and went to practice in advance."
Only then did the fat man notice that Mu Fan's body was soaked with sweat, and he was impressed.
Mu Fan thought for a while and then said: "PO Battle Network is really amazing, but in order to be responsible for you, I think we still need to spend half of our time for actual combat training in the future. You attack and I defend."
The fat man said something.
"Didi, the sky message is calling, calling person: Uncle Wu." The sky message on the side suddenly flashed.
"Uncle Wu called me. Well, that's it for today. I should go out for dinner. See you in the afternoon! We will train again in the afternoon. I'm leaving Mu Fan first!" Fatty saw that the time was almost up and it was time to have lunch!
!How beautiful!! Immediately his eyes widened and he hurriedly said to Mu Fan, picked up his clothes and ran away.
It's almost time for dinner. Mu Fan narrowed his eyes and ignored the fat man who was running away after hearing this.
Be active when eating! Mu Fan acted as soon as he thought of it. He immediately changed his shoes and went downstairs. He was so hungry. It was time to eat.
When Mu Fan walked out of the suspended elevator, he suddenly felt that something was not right in the atmosphere in the hall.
There are many students in the hall today. In the general teaching area, the coach is working hard on fighting demonstrations. There is no change in this. But looking at the area where I practiced yesterday, which is the No. 5 training ground where the sparring partners often gather, there are still a lot of people there.
, but there was no eagerness to eat on his face, and he looked absent-minded.
Something happened?
Mu Fan thought about it in his mind and walked over without any expression on his face.
"Oh, our industry is really..."
"Who says it's not the case? I've seen him many times, but I didn't expect him to fall this time."
"He is an old man in the martial arts school, so he shouldn't be so heartless."
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As Mu Fan walked along, his keen hearing heard whispers from time to time.
It seems that something really happened in the martial arts school, but I don’t know who it is? It should be an acquaintance, otherwise everyone wouldn’t be like this.
"Big Eater!"
Mu Fan also became famous yesterday, but only in the food industry. As a result, the nickname came out today. He heard it but didn't realize that it was him.
Turn a deaf ear.
"The Big Stomach King is here. I wonder what he will think when he knows the news. After all, it does matter." Mu Fan's ears suddenly perked up. Is he the Big Stomach King they are talking about? Why does this matter have anything to do with him.
"Look at his back!"
"Is this a weapon used by the client? Why did it get drawn like this, my God!"
After Mu Fan passed these people, someone suddenly noticed Mu Fan's back with sharp eyes.
In the gravity room just now, Mu Fan was sweating profusely and the training clothes were already clinging to his body. In the last attack, almost all the rubber bullets in the 40-speed gravity training room hit Mu Fan's back, which looked stained with blood.
The back of the suit was almost smashed.
Mu Fan continued to walk, his face dull, his tall body not swaying at all, and his steps firm and powerful.
More and more people were left to see that this kid was beaten like this just over the second day after he arrived.
"What a pity. Mankun and this kid are both in bad luck, but Mankun is even worse. Alas, I wonder if the martial arts school will still want him."
Mu Fan's figure suddenly froze, his eyes stern, and he turned his head.
"Who else do you think?" He stared at the person who just spoke with wolfish eyes.
"What attitude? Did I say it? I didn't say it." The man was very unhappy with the tone of Mu Fan's words at this time. There were some good-tempered people in the martial arts school, so what did a new boy say?
"Who else do you think there is?" Mu Fan ignored his words and walked straight over.
"Why are you talking to seniors?" The man was extremely unhappy. Is this the proper attitude towards seniors in the martial arts school? Mankun can't protect you, but he is still so arrogant. This is a veteran who has been working in the martial arts school for more than three months.
In normal fights, you pay special attention to protecting yourself. You have already developed your own skills in the fight. When you see Mu Fan, who has only been here for more than two days, using such a tone, everyone around you is watching.
I made a joke, my face felt really hot.
Mu Fan didn't say anything and walked straight over, his eyes cold.
"I've been beaten like this, and yet I still care about others. It's a joke." The man was laughing endlessly at the rookie sparring partner who looked beaten down, and wanted to show his presence to his partners.
"You...uh! Uh!~ Uh, let go, let go!" The man didn't expect Mu Fan to walk straight up, and without saying a word, he grabbed his collar, like a cock stuck in his throat,
He kept shouting and his face turned red!
He subconsciously put his hand up and exerted force, trying to pry this nasty boy's hand away.
But when his hand grasped Mu Fan's wrist, he realized that the thin boy's arms were like fine steel! He couldn't feel the sunken muscles at all when he squeezed them. The clear and streamlined arms in front of him
Muscle lines, each one is like copper poured into iron!
"Let me ask you, who else is there?" Mu Fan grasped the collar of his right arm and raised it, "Uh huh", and actually lifted the person up and suspended him in the air.
Stretch your arms straight!!
The body is motionless!!
The person in the hand's face turned red, and he made a whooshing sound from his mouth, letting him hit his arm without letting go.
This is a sparring partner with a level 8 physique, and he is as good as a chicken waiting to be slaughtered in his hands.
The people around were shocked. This newcomer, who had always looked like a rabbit, was originally thought to be a herbivore with a large appetite, but now it seemed that he was completely a humanoid tyrannosaurus! In front of many colleagues and students, this newcomer was treated as such a strong person.
Lifted in a violent manner.
"Answer me!" Mu Fan's eyes were fierce and sharp, without any hint of the kindness he had before.
The fist in his hand gradually tightened, until the man's eyes almost turned white.
"I...said...I said..." came the struggling voice.
"Bang" Mu Fan threw him down and looked at the man coughing on the ground with indifferent eyes.
The blood marks on the back show through the training clothes, it's a mess!
But no one present dared to laugh, no one said anything, the scene was silent, and all the focus was on the sparring partner that Mu Fan was looking down at.
"And... and Mankun." The man replied immediately after regaining his breath, fearing that Mu Fan would mention him again if he was dissatisfied. He could no longer stay in this martial arts gym and it was time to change places. It was too embarrassing.
"What's wrong with him?" Mu Fan stared at the person in front of him with wolf-like eyes. Man Kun was the first person to receive him after entering the martial arts gym for only two days, but he could tell who was good and who was bad.
"I was, was beaten to a disability, one leg was broken, and I was just sent out for treatment." The people around him also showed unbearable expressions. Man Kun was practicing with the VIP client today. Unexpectedly, the VIP client faced Man Kun, who is a grassroots manager. Kun didn't care about the severity of his attack, and he was crippled with just a few moves. Now the martial arts school has sent people to send Man Kun out for treatment.
"Who hit him?" Mu Fan's eyes became calm and indifferent, and his right fist suddenly made a crunching sound.
The man sitting on the ground shook.
"Wen, Master Wen."
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PS: Thanks to the book friend "Poetry and Pictures, Ren Xiaowei" for the generous reward!