Commanding Wind and Cloud

"Okay, I remember!" Gan Jin lifted the wooden basin, and saw Bi Luo bow to him again with an exaggerated ninety degrees.

Holding the wooden basin, Jin Jin had a headache to pay for the sheets, while walking towards the dormitory at a faster pace, the noisy dormitory on the side of the road broke out again, a dozen people sighed in unison, and some people yelled again and again that it's a pity.

"Before I buy the bed sheets later, I will report to Mr. Rodriguez that these boys are energetic and want more training..."

Before Qi Jin vented his bad mood about the ruined bed sheets, he saw Luo Lin rushing to Gan Jin's side in two strides from the room like a rabbit being chased by a hound.

The speed of the sprint was a bit surprising. Rodriguez was chasing after training with a stick on weekdays, and he had never seen such a fast speed before. It seems that the next time I want to remind the teacher to train Rollin with a mace, I will definitely find that this guy still has some potential.

"Motivation, come here." Luo Lin stretched out his slightly fat hands, dragged him by the arm, and dragged him into the room. He was a little more enthusiastic than usual when he was pursuing the school beauty Zhu Lisi, and immediately made Gan Jin feel goose bumps all over his body. At the same time, he secretly guessed in his heart what this Luo Lin, who likes to join in the fun, wants to do today.

Mo Jin followed Luo Lin to the room, and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing serious." Luo Lin's fat face with a few pimples showed an indescribable wretched smile: "I want you to do me a favor."

"A little busy?"

"Rudy from class two is wrestling with the boys in our class, and everyone else has lost..."

"Rudy?" The vigorously walking legs stopped suddenly, and he pulled his arms out of Luo Lin's hands and shook his head again and again: "Warrior, Rudy, the bully from Class 2, Grade 1?"

Luo Lin nodded and stretched out his hand to grab Ke Jin's arm again: "That's right, it's the big Rudy."

"Are you kidding? Don't go!"

Turning around and taking a step, he was about to get out of the way, wondering if Rudy had slapped his friend's brain, making him stupid.

Who is Rudy? In Oakland College, the bull Rudina is also a very famous figure. Among all the fighter students in the first year of the Warrior Department, in terms of pure strength alone, he is recognized as the top three figures.

Even if it is a second-year warrior department senior, there are many people who are not his opponents in terms of pure strength.

Although Jin Jin has never competed with Rudy in arm wrestling strength, he is also very clear that in terms of pure strength, facing Rudy, who is taller than many adults, any arm wrestling competition can only be done to seek abuse.

The unlucky incident of the so-called 'appearance crime' just happened a few days ago, and Qi Jin didn't want to be tortured by the bull when the aftermath was still not over.

"Motivation, motivation..." Luo Lin chased after Qi Jin and said again and again: "I said, you are also a student praised by Mr. Rodriguez. Are you still afraid of the bully Rudy?"

"Afraid?" Qi Jin stopped and looked at his old friend's fat face, and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder: "To be honest, if you give me and the bully Rudy a stick, we can fight him in actual combat with a warrior. I can fight him with a stick with one hand and two with both hands, and I guarantee that he will beat him like a pig. Stupid and hard work, you are really right, I really can't beat him."

In the long corridor, Luo Lin looked at the enthusiasm with a little helplessness on his face. He also knew that what he said about motivation was indeed reasonable, but whoever made the other boys in Class One, Rudy the Bull was defeated in the arm-wrestling competition.

Now, the only person in class one who didn't play in the battle is energy.

Winning or losing at this level is no longer important to Class 1, what really matters is whether the loser loses the courage to compete.

"Luo Lin, you should find someone else. When the bull wants to compete in actual combat, you call me, and I promise to beat him into the ugliest person in Oakland College." Qian Jin dropped his words, turned and shook his head and sighed: "Wrist wrestling? You guys with high energy should experience what it means to be poor like me! I'm still having trouble finding out where the money for bed sheets comes from, and you guys are wasting your energy doing arm wrestling, which is useless."

"Buy bed sheets?" Luo Lin's disappointed ears suddenly twitched a few times. He took two steps to catch up with Gan Jin, and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Qi Jin, you are short of money to buy bed sheets, right? Why don't you just go for an arm wrestling. We have a bet in this arm wrestling. If I lose, the money will be mine. If I win, then it's you?"

bet? win? money? Momentum's firm and powerful pace just now suddenly seemed to have been petrified by a magician, and his brain was spinning rapidly thinking: if you win, you will make money, if you lose, it will be a shame. Anyway, a few days ago, there was an appearance crime, and the embarrassment had already been thrown to grandma's house. Are you afraid of losing embarrassment? Maybe Man Niu lost his strength from arm-wrestling with so many people, and he might pick up a bargain. If he wins, he should have earned money for the sheets.

"Remember what you said, if I win, the money is mine."

Qian Jin left a word, strode away and walked into the dormitory as quickly as possible, not because he was in a hurry to make money, but because he was afraid that he would give Man Niu too much rest time, so that the opponent recovered all his strength, and the chance of winning was completely slim.

"Yo? Another one? This seems to be the last person in the class, right? Aren't you the unlucky guy who looks like a criminal? Why? I don't think it's shameful enough. I want us Rudy to give you another insult, so you can be satisfied?"

Sitting on the bed closest to the door was a student from the second class of fighters. He looked like a monkey with a sharp mouth, and his words were so mean that he wanted to find a stick and make him the second ugliest person in Oakland Academy.

Many people on the other beds in the room laughed at the same time, and a few students from the first class who were dragged by Luo Lin looked motivated with a three-pointed look on their faces.

As a classmate who has been in the same class for less than a year, everyone is very familiar with the ability of motivation. It is obvious that he has a place in the top ten of the first-year fighter combat faction, but when it comes to brute force, it is hard to say whether motivation can be ranked in the top 50 among the 150 fighter students.

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