Du Jun, who had two injections on his cheek, grinned, half-smiling.
"Du Jun, do you dare to laugh at me?"
Suddenly, Ouyang Yi became angry. He jumped up from the sofa and punched Du Jun in the stomach.
"You're laughing at me! I'm crying! I'm crying, you know?"
Du Jun was speechless. He turned sideways to avoid Ouyang Yi and pointed at his cheek.
"Look at me... I'm all disfigured now! Laughing is not laughing, crying is not crying... Just last night, I videoed with my girlfriend, and she scolded me so much that I broke up!"
Ouyang Yi smiled and said, "Ah? Did I blame you wrongly?"
"nonsense!"
Du Jun looked aggrieved and extremely depressed.
"That little bitch actually said that I smiled like a ghost, which scared her to the point of endocrine disorder..."
"Well!"
Ouyang Yi sighed and patted Du Jun on the shoulder.
"Brother, we are all marginalized by that big black guy. As the saying goes, we all have sympathy for each other..."
"yes."
The two of them sighed and looked sad, not knowing what to do.
The arm cannot twist the thigh.
In schools, full-time teachers are tutors and class teachers, who have great authority over the management of students.
Even if they are not angry, it is difficult for them to resist.
"Du Jun, should we... give him a stumbling block?"
"Using trippers? We look like chimpanzees. We are so tall that we can kill us with just one slap. And yet we make trippers... it's so funny!"
Du Jun shook his head, thinking this was a bad idea and would never work.
"How about we transfer to another class?"
At this time, Ouyang Yi rolled his eyes, and his plan came to his mind.
"Really, this should be a good idea. I don't believe that the teachings in other classes are so cold and inhumane..."
"It's a good idea, but... who is your father? What does your family do? Do you have connections with Tongtian that can influence the will of the big guys in our school?"
"I……"
At the end, Ouyang Yi smiled bitterly, two lines of silent tears streaked across his face, and he suddenly roared.
"Since you can't resist, why not close your eyes and enjoy it!"
"kindness?"
Du Jun held his forehead.
Is this guy crazy? You can even say this!
At two o'clock in the afternoon, class starts on time.
six
Inside the classroom.
Chen Zuo, squad leader Ling Fei and Le Yi were called to the front of the team and used as templates to practice for other students.
"First, the movements must be coherent!"
"Second, the momentum must be strong!"
"Third, the speed must be fast!"
Xu Renli sat leisurely on the chair, his eyes like lightning, scanning the students, and if there was anyone whose movements were not standard, he would make a whoosh sound.
A small piece of chalk hits the opponent's body, leaving a white spot.
"When class is over, whoever has more than three white spots on his body will have to work overtime in the evening... No, he will practice for an extra two hours!"
Suddenly, all the students let out a wailing sound.
How cruel!
Ouyang Yi accidentally paused for less than half a second before taking off his legs.
Whoosh!
He felt a pain in his waist, and there was already an extra white spot. His face suddenly darkened, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.
"Is this big black guy a devil? Can you spot this? Does his eyes belong to an eagle? He has four legs!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
In the classroom, no matter which student you are, no matter what position you are in, even if you are in the corner of the team, you can still receive...the love of Professor Xu!
"Well, actually, you should be lucky that I have such good teachings, that I am so responsible for you, and that I care about your daily practice."
Some people couldn't laugh or cry.
There are also students who express their dissatisfaction.
What's so good about it? It's clear that they act coldly and inhumanely, treating us people not as human beings but as animals, and training them to death!
Class 5 next to Class 6.
The instructor is an old man in his sixties, with a kind face and kind eyes, who is also teaching the students a kicking technique.
I saw him lifting his right leg lightly, like a white crane taking flight, his movements were very graceful.
"This kicking combat skill is called Crane Tengfei...The essence is not the speed, but the angle at which it is performed, that is, the angle at which it strikes the opponent!"
Following the old man's instructions, all the students raised their legs one after another, moving slowly and at precise angles, and struck hard somewhere in front of them.
"Yes, that's it."
The old man nodded with satisfaction.
"According to the standard just now, each person can perform it a thousand times!"
Afterwards, the old man sat down alone and began to close his eyes and meditate.
The freshman year is just the foundation stage. Generally speaking, at most two or three combat skills are taught. Once the students are proficient, they will take on some training tasks, etc.
Class 1, Grade 1, Combat Technology Academy, in the classroom.
Yuan Peng stood in front, scanning the students below with his stern eyes, and coughed lightly.
"On the first day yesterday, I practiced and showed you some powerful boxing techniques to give you a long experience..."
"And today, I will officially hand you a boxing and combat skill!"
"Now, look at my gestures!"
Yuan Peng's body was as straight as a green pine, standing motionless. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly let out a loud shout.
"Tiger roars!"
boom!
This punch blasted out, hitting the air in front of him, creating an explosive sonic boom sound, like a tiger roaring, with terrifying power.
"So strong!"
"The teachings in our class are really amazing! I heard that Classes 2 to 5 are all Level 2 teachers, Class 6 is even Level 3 teachers, and only our Class 1 is a Level 1 teacher!"
"What a blessing! Our instructor is the strongest. Maybe we can learn many powerful combat skills from him!"
All the students looked excited and felt extremely uplifted.
Yuan Peng is the strongest, and they are all prosperous. They also feel that their faces are bright, and they have the right to brag when they meet students from other classes.
"The tiger's roar is a move that ranks among the top fifty in terms of power among warrior-level combat skills!"
Yuan Peng looked proud and raised his eyelids lightly.
"Only fifty?"
Some students looked disappointed and muttered softly.
"What do you know?"
Yuan Peng's face darkened, he glared at the student and scolded him.
"What an ignorant idiot! According to statistics, there are more than 5,000 types of warrior-level combat skills in our Human Alliance, and there should be a thousand types of boxing techniques!"
"Among the thousand combat skills, the top fifty are considered to be the most powerful ones. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
"I……"
The student looked ashamed.
"Okay, you can get out, we can't allow anyone to question my Yuan Peng!"
Yuan Peng sneered, grabbed the student, threw him outside, and even closed the classroom door.
"Okay, let's continue."
Next, a group of students started practicing in a decent manner according to the movements taught by Yuan Peng, and the sound of humming could be heard.
Compared with Xu Renli, Yuan Peng's character is more domineering. Anyone who fails to meet the standards will be scolded by him at least.