It was definitely impossible to get out. Behind Hu Tianyu, a young man with a strong back and a strong waist stood out. He was at least 1.9 meters tall. He was wearing a training vest and a pair of black sharkskin gloves. His whole body was extremely muscular and his fingers were very strong.
The joints in his joints made a "clicking" sound when he was pinched, and you could tell at a glance that he was a student who was good at boxing.
Mr. Zhao sneered: "Hu Tianyu, your students are of very high quality, yet you openly insult the teacher."
Hu Tianyu drooped his eyelids and stared straight at the ground. He seemed to have become deaf and could not hear anything.
Seeing him letting his students go so far, Mr. Zhao became even more angry: "You bastard, what's your name?"
The young man clenched his fists together, tilted his neck, and replied disdainfully: "You don't need to know, you just need to know that others call me Viagra."
Mr. Zhao laughed angrily: "I thought he was some great person, but it turned out to be Hao Wei, who followed Lei Bao everywhere to collect protection money. What else can you do besides bullying new classmates? You only have that little potential."
Hao Wei raised his chin higher, and his tone became more disdainful: "To collect protection fees, only capable people can collect them. Even if you want to collect protection fees for garbage, you are not qualified yet."
When he said this, his eyes were fixed on Ding Meng, but the meaning was self-evident: We are Teacher Hu's students after all. The students taught by Teacher Hu have such unreasonable strength, and what about you? You
This old man doesn't even have a single student. Are you shabby? What qualifications do you have to judge other students?
Mr. Zhao was a little anxious now. He couldn't let one of Hu Tianyu's students ruin his face like this: "Haha, I, Zhao Yue's students, won't do those dirty things, and I don't even bother to dare."
Hao Wei couldn't help laughing: "Teacher Zhao, do you really think you have students? Why don't you pee and look in the mirror?"
It stands to reason that students at Listing Academy must not talk to their teachers like this, otherwise they will be severely punished by the school. But rules are one thing, reality is another. Mr. Zhao can't use source energy at all now.
, to put it bluntly, he is just like an ordinary human being. If he has no strength, anything he says is empty talk.
"Ding Meng is my student." Mr. Zhao's face turned red from holding back.
"Hahahahaha." A group of students opposite suddenly burst into laughter. Hao Wei also smiled and looked at Ding Meng with a look of sympathy in his eyes: "We have checked and found that this country bumpkin came from the countryside over Qingze.
, look at his dull look, haha, he’s still a student? Why can an interstellar refugee become a student of our Listing Academy?”
"Shut up." Mr. Zhao was furious. This was the most taboo topic for him. "Okay, okay, it turns out you came prepared. Do you want to drive me away? My class hasn't finished yet. I haven't finished it yet."
No one can try to drive me away, not even the principal is here. Get out of here. If you have anything else, wait until I finish class..."
It's a pity that no one in the large group of people across the street moved, let alone went out. Yuan Ye came up to sing the praises again: "Teacher Zhao, Teacher Zhao, don't be angry, don't be angry, don't be angry. We are also thinking about the students of the college. I hope
Build the venue as soon as possible, it will be beneficial to the whole school..."
Before Mr. Zhao could answer, Hao Wei couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Look at that country bumpkin's stupid look. Don't say he's not a student at the school. If it is true, he is probably a dementia. What can he learn? What does he know? Follow him.
Like a fool..."
No wonder he was so sarcastic, because Ding Meng never spoke or participated in their quarrel. Ding Meng kept looking at the floor and thinking, but it was more like being in a daze, looking stupid.
In fact, Ding Meng and the little bad guy are having a conscious exchange at the moment. Ding Meng has never been nosy. As long as it doesn't harm his interests, he doesn't care at all even if you insult him in every way. If you have a huge quarrel, it has nothing to do with him.
But the little bad guy was quite unhappy: "Ding Meng, look, it was Hu Qi who kicked you out of the martial arts gym last time, and now he comes to the school to cause trouble."
Ding Meng said: "So what?"
The little bad guy said, "Aren't you angry?"
Ding Meng was even more puzzled: "Angry? Why should I be angry? He is not a threat to me at all."
The little bad guy still knows Ding Meng's temper well: "Why is there no threat? There is a lot."
"Oh?" Ding Meng was curious.
The little bad guy said plausibly: "Listening to their tone, it seems that they are planning to renovate this area. This classroom will probably be bulldozed. Without Teacher Zhao, there will be no place to teach. Then you still learn a damn sword? You learn
Without the sword, the combat index cannot be improved. If it cannot be improved, what should we do if we encounter someone powerful..."
Huh? That’s the truth. Ding Meng raised his head decisively.
At this time, Mr. Zhao was so angry that he was trembling with anger from this group of people. He turned around and said, "Ding Meng, our class is not over yet. This is the last lesson for us to teach them what it means to get out quickly."
He hinted that Ding Meng came out based on his understanding of Ding Meng these two times. With Ding Meng's foundation, it shouldn't be a problem to teach these bastards a lesson.
"Okay." Ding Meng stepped forward and looked at Hao Wei calmly, "Did you hear what Teacher Zhao said?"
"Ha." Hao Wei looked at him with interest, "So what if you heard it? Country bumpkin, you don't really think you can let us get out, do you?"
A cold light flashed in Ding Meng's eyes. He doesn't like nonsense. Since you turned a deaf ear, don't blame me for being rude.
Seeing Ding Meng's cold expression, Hao Wei immediately waved to the side: "There is no need for me to deal with this kind of garbage. Xiao An, come here. Didn't you just become a source energy user? There is no need to use source energy.
Come and help Mr. Ding wake up."
Another young man walked out of the crowd. He was dressed exactly the same as Hao Wei, but his figure and muscles were obviously much worse than Hao Wei's. Xiao An also clenched the knuckles of his fists, with a malicious expression on his face.
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"Haha, no wonder it's called classical swordsmanship. It turns out that using a wooden sword is classical swordsmanship. It's really a good martial art."
There was another burst of "coaxing" laughter. This time, even Hu Tianyu and Yuan Ye had smiles on their faces. It was true that the teaching instruments were all replaced by wooden swords. This classical swordsmanship class was really shabby to a certain extent.
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Ding Meng was very calm. He didn't even look at Xiao An: "A scrap of copper and metal like you is worse than an ordinary laborer. It's not worth my effort at all. Get someone decent."
"You!" Xiao An was furious. Without saying a word, he rushed up and punched him.
It was said to be one punch, but in fact it was three punches. Because martial arts were used secretly, the three straight punches were launched almost at the same time. They looked like three phantoms, which made it difficult to see where they were coming from.
Yuan Ye on the side couldn't help but slightly nodded in approval: "Teacher Hu is indeed a strong general with no weak soldiers."
It is indeed impressive for an ordinary student to have such martial arts skills. The problem is that in Ding Meng's eyes, Xiao An's fist looks like a slow-motion movie action. He is really puzzled: With your skills like this, you are called scrap metal.
That's an overestimation of you. I wonder where you got the courage to shout?
Ding Meng didn't even bother to take action, so he simply turned his body slightly to one side, and Xiao An's fist hit the air.
If this blow misses, follow up immediately with straight punches, uppercuts, punches, horizontal punches, elbow punches, smash punches... punch after punch, punch after punch, interlocking, this "Transparent Fist" is
Xiao An is obviously very proficient in the school's most basic boxing martial arts. Not only is the change between the moves well demonstrated, but the frontal attack characteristics of the martial arts itself are also well demonstrated.
But again, as the old saying goes, Ding Meng doesn’t like to watch your slow motion. No matter how you fight, Ding Meng will just turn slightly sideways, or slightly tighten his abdomen, lower his head, lift his feet... He doesn’t even twist his body or take any wrong steps.
He just dodged it lightly.
After Xiao An finished a set of "Transparent Fist", Ding Meng's clothes were not even touched. He couldn't help but pointed angrily at Ding Meng's nose: "Why don't you fight back? You only know how to hide, are you a coward?"
Ding Meng stared at him: "Do you want me to hit you?"
Xiao An felt a chill coming over him and couldn't help but shuddered. He also saw that this country bumpkin should have some strength and was definitely not some rubbish. However, the hard words had already been spoken. There was no use in regretting. He could only be tough.
