I Just Want to Copy Books in Peace

"Liu Qiang! Xu Wendong! You stand behind me!"

The two boys slowly left their seats and stood at the back of the classroom.

The Chinese teacher pushed his glasses, glanced at the whole class with stern eyes, and continued his lecture.

During the summer vacation, he also wanted to rest and travel with his wife and children.

However, for the future of these children and their college entrance examination results, the Chinese teacher sacrificed their rest time to make up lessons for them.

These two boys were chatting in class and didn't listen carefully, so he couldn't help but get angry.

Liu Qiang and Xu Wendong stood honestly for a while, and when they saw that the language teacher was no longer paying attention to them, they spoke in a low voice.

"Have you stood up for a horse yet?" Liu Qiang asked, "I can penetrate the soles of my feet now and dig my toes on the ground. But I haven't found that feeling of ups and downs."

"I've stood up a long time ago, and now I'm standing on the 'Three Poses' pile. Trying to practice kung fu up to the spine,"

After a pause, Xu Wendong said, "It is said that some people in the 17th have practiced until they can make a crisp sound, and they are close to the peak of Ming Jin."

"So powerful!" Liu Qiang paled in shock, "Is he a genius like Wang Chao?"

"It is said that he is a sports student. He has practiced sprinting and gymnastics, but he was too tall so he gave up gymnastics. Now he is a member of the 17th Lieutenant College basketball team."

"Is anyone going to join him?"

"Of course there is, and one is beaten and the other is beaten. Otherwise, how do you think his reputation spread," Xu Wendong showed admiration. "Maybe he will be able to touch the threshold of dark strength in two years."

"Does he know how to play? How to play, and when he hits, he breaks the law. He didn't kill the disabled, did he?"

"No, the gap between others and him is too big, so he can handle it with ease," Xu Wendong has a good literary talent, and usually gets high scores in writing essays, "Control the strength of the attack. If there is a master of the same level to challenge him, said It may not be able to hold back, and people will be killed.”

"Hey," Liu Qiang sighed, "in modern society, guns are rampant, and martial arts are withering, so my generation of warriors can only be careful. Even if it is the highest level of beating people like a painting, a master of energy, and kung fu has been practiced into the bone marrow, only It can stop small-caliber bullets, but it can’t stop machine gun fire. So if you accidentally kill and maim someone, you can only wander around the world... ouch! Who! Ah, the dean!"

"I'm still a warrior of my generation, and I'm still wandering around the world!" The dean said, and tapped him on the head with the rolled up newspaper, "You guys are crazy! It's not honest to stand at the back of the classroom, so stand for me. Go to the corridor and reflect on it!"

...

During recess.

The air conditioner was crunching.

In the teacher's office of 17 middle and high school, the teachers are chatting.

Talking about exams, about further studies, about students, about stocks, and even whispering about the butt print on the desk.

"Students now, it's amazing, I'm really worried that something will happen to them one day."

Teacher Liu, who taught mathematics, turned his head, and inadvertently saw Teacher Chen, who taught Chinese, not sitting on the seat, but squatting.

She blinked and asked in surprise, "Mr. Chen,

What are you doing? "

Teacher Chen didn't lift his head. This 20-something-year-old, just admitted to school, the chubby and gentle male teacher said in a calm tone, "Stand on a horse."

"Why stand on horseback?"

"Of course it's for practicing martial arts."

"Practicing martial arts?" Not only Teacher Liu laughed, but the other female teachers also giggled.

"Why are you crazy?" Teacher Lin, the head of the grade, walked in and frowned.

"I'm not crazy, it's real kung fu," Teacher Chen explained. "I saw a few students practicing, but I didn't believe it."

"But there is one student who has practiced really well, and is almost at the peak of his strength. Some students from other schools came to him to learn from him, and they were easily defeated by him."

Teacher Lin was a little angry: "A student is fighting? Why didn't you tell me earlier! Hey, it's summer vacation, and the security guards are slack."

"That's not the point," Teacher Chen explained patiently, "The point is, I went to the book to read it, and found that the book was really reasonable and taught real kung fu, so I bought a few more textbooks. , practice by yourself."

"what book?"

"Dragon and Snake Romance."

"What?" Teacher Lin felt that he had auditory hallucinations.

"Romance of Dragon and Snake," Teacher Chen raised his voice, "this is an online novel."

"Online novel?" Several teachers looked at each other, and after exchanging glances, they all had the urge to dial 120 to call a mental hospital.

Teacher Chen naturally understood their eyes and smiled lightly, only to feel that Xia Zong was speechless.

The truth is always in the hands of the few.

Life is really lonely as snow!

But as a colleague, he kindly told them: "Although it is an online novel, the author has real kung fu, and selflessly writes his kung fu for everyone to learn. I am very clear, don't look at it with this kind of eyes. Follow me, the facts will prove everything. When I have mastered the martial arts, I will demonstrate it to you."

"No," he suddenly frowned again and said to himself, "I can't show it to you. Chinese martial arts only kill enemies, not perform. I can't really kill someone to show you..."

The stump was broken, and the blood was flying.

With a few screams, the female teachers fell to the ground dying.

Old Mo Chen stood in the center of the office, blood dripping from his fingertips.

His eyes were cruel, and he shouted up to the sky, "Who else is there!"

Such a scene appeared in the minds of several female teachers.

They were all frightened by their own imaginations.

After exchanging frightened glances, they quickly reached an agreement: hit 120 immediately!

It will be too late when this surnamed Chen starts killing people in the office!

...

Xiaohu, a disciple of Tai Chi master Guan Lide, came in to report to him.

After the report, Xiaohu glanced at the master who was standing on horseback, and hesitated.

Guan Lide's tone was indifferent, and he looked like an expert in the world: "What's wrong? A manly man, just say something."

After his face flushed, Xiaohu finally asked, "Teacher, are you practicing according to what's in that book? Are those real kung fu?"

He has been with Guan Lide for a long time, and naturally he knows the details of Guan Lide. He will not be the same as the fools and fools outside. He really thinks that Guan Lide is a master of the world.

Guan Lide has a senior brother who has real skills and can be regarded as a Tai Chi master.

But Guan Lide, Kung Fu did not learn half of his senior brother, hehe, but he is a master in packaging.

But even Guan Lide's senior brother is not very good in actual combat.

Although Li De's tone was still indifferent, "it's no harm to try. In his book, some things are paradoxical and seem to make sense, and he quoted the classics of predecessors in many places and made different interpretations."

"You have to give it a try for the teacher, so that you can take the essence and get rid of the dross and use it for your own use."

It's splendid-sounding!

Xiaohu belly slandered a few words.

But he was really curious. In this online novel called "Dragon and Snake Romance", it was really right.

In private, he has communicated with some fellow apprentices and other martial arts practitioners.

There are many people who think that these practice and play methods can be self-justified and have great reference significance.

There are also people who dismiss it, thinking that this is pure flickering, a writer's romance, not real kung fu.

But Xiaohu was skeptical.

In general, it is skeptical.

The reason for the doubts is that the descriptions in this book appear too real.

And according to his experience, the more real it appears, the more likely it is to be fake.

For example, his master, Guan Lide, usually speaks the truth about the practice without any flaws.

Anyone who hears it will believe it.

But it's all fake.

...

Yang Liqi excitedly ran to his girlfriend and said, "Linlin, it's a success, the student union has allowed us to set up a martial arts club! We are also allowed to use the indoor gym to practice! After school starts in a few days, we will be able to officially establish a club!"

Linlin gave him a quick peck on the face as a reward, and asked with a happy smile, "Have they become so refreshing?"

"I found a senior brother who stayed in school and didn't go home. He is now the vice-chairman and is in charge of the work of the student club. He also watched "Dragon and Snake", so he readily approved it."

Linlin asked expectantly, "Will he join our club?"

"No," Yang Liqi shook his head, "I exchanged a few words with him, and he felt that everything written in the book was made up, but it was just very real."

Linlin smiled: "Then why did he approve us to set up a martial arts club?"

"He said that it's good to just play and exercise. Anyway, we can't practice real kung fu, so I'm not afraid that we will kill and injure people. If what is written in the book is true, and we can practice real kung fu according to practice, he will instead I don't dare to approve our establishment."

Linlin giggled and laughed.

Yang Liqi also laughed with his girlfriend for a while.

"This senior brother is really a wonderful person," Linlin smiled, "We have already made a new poster, so let's go to put up a poster! Humph, there are already hundreds of people lining up to join, wait until After a while of fermentation, we will soon become the largest club in the school!"

"But after we set up the club, how will we carry out activities? Is it really true that hundreds of people are standing in the gym every time?" Yang Liqi said worriedly.

"You're stupid!" Linlin thumped her boyfriend's shoulder lightly, and said in a tone of hatred, "Who said that the martial arts club has to practice martial arts?"

"Then what do we do?" Yang Liqi had a bad premonition in his heart.

"On the bright side, it's a Chinese martial arts club, but it's actually Hemingway's support club," Linlin said in a natural tone, "the school doesn't allow a back-up club to be established on the bright side, so we can only use the skin of a 'national martial arts club'. already."

Yang Liqi immediately felt that the "Allow Lishe" approval note in his hand was not fragrant.

He was dejected and recited the terms of the application form like an endorsement: "I thought the Chinese martial arts club was to provide a place for Chinese martial arts lovers to communicate, so that our college students could strengthen their bodies, combine work and rest, with full energy. Come to study and work..."

Linlin "puchi" laughed and touched her boyfriend's face, as if she was touching a wronged puppy: "Guoshu is fake, everyone knows it well. You, you really want to practice, to I can find some boys like you to practice and play. Our girls joined the martial arts club not to practice martial arts, do you think we all want to be Tang Zichen?"

"How can Chinese martial arts be fake?" Yang Liqi was a little angry, feeling that some of the things he believed in in his heart were denied by his girlfriend.

He even felt that his worth was denied.

Linlin's beautiful eyes stared at him for a while, then smiled: "I can come out tonight without going back to the dormitory."

Yang Liqi immediately forgot about the authenticity of the martial arts. He was surprised and delighted: "I'm going to book a room right away!"

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