I Really Want To Go Against The Sky

Inside the office.

Huang Zhong sat at his desk and stared at it.

Since the end of the first martial arts class, he always felt that he had forgotten something. It seemed important and it didn't seem to matter. He wanted to think about it, but he couldn't think of it.

He is a stubborn person. The more he can't think of it, the more he wants to think about it, but the memory is like playing hide and seek with him, every time he feels he has to think about it. Suddenly, it will become awkward, and the clues that have just risen will disappear again.

Huang Zhong has been sitting here for half an hour. As time goes by, his brows wrinkle deeper and deeper.

At this time, he realized that he seemed to be somewhat uncomfortable. It seemed that someone had deliberately set up obstacles in his mind. As long as he thought about going to recall what happened in the martial arts class, the obstacle would be infinitely high. Stop him from thinking about it.

"Mental interference, or hypnotism?"

Huang Zhong is also a well-informed person, and soon he is determined that he is most likely to be the result of a mental or mesmerist.

However, he is more inclined to be hypnotized. After all, the number of spiritual masters is too rare, and the entire West Chu City is less than one hand. How can they spare time to tease him as a small middle school teacher?

"I heard that a hypnosis master at a central hospital in the hospital's nursing room today may be looking for him to show me!"

Huang Zhong stood up and was about to go to the nursing room to find a doctor to seek medical treatment. At this time, the communicator at his desk rang.

Pressing the answer button at hand, a virtual middle-aged man flashed in the communicator. He looked up at Huang Zhong and whispered: "Is Huang Zhong, is it? You are coming to school now. Ji Department!"

Huang Zhong’s brow was picked, and the people in the school’s discipline department asked him what to do. He usually had nothing to do with the gang.

"What? I am very busy. If there is nothing big, it is the same here."

For the school discipline department, although Huang Zhong has taboos, he has not become afraid. He feels that his current state is very bad. He really does not want to go to the school discipline department to delay time.

The middle-aged man did not seem to be very satisfied with Huang Zhong’s attitude. He snorted and said: “Song Zi’an and Xia Wei are the students in your class?”

Huang Zhong nodded stunnedly, and there seemed to be a very important clue in his head, but when he wanted to take it seriously, the clue slipped away.

"Song Zi'an, Xia Wei? Well, they are indeed my 29th class students. What happened?"

"They had no school rules, and they were attacked by many doctors and nurses who were invited by the central hospital in the medical care room. They fought and fought each other, and the impact was extremely bad! It was simply throwing away all the faces of our South China Military Academy!"

"Now, Song Zi'an is seriously injured and will be disabled. Xia Wei's attitude is bad. He is unwilling to cooperate with the investigation of the Ministry of Education. Our school discipline department has already drafted her to expel her from the South China Military Academy!"

A person who gave a small three-children outside the school and who had also had a child and had repeatedly poisoned his classmates was already unworthy of staying at the South China Military Academy.

If the news is heard, the existence of such a female student will far exceed the waste of Yang Fan for the smearing of the South China Military Academy.

The South China Military Academy has already produced a "shame of South China", and it is absolutely impossible to make a second one!

It is really impossible to lose that person!

"What?!" Huang Zhong eyed a spirit, and even said: "This is impossible! The two of them usually perform very well in the class. They respect the teacher and the classmates. They have never done any extraordinary moves. Are you mistaken?!"

There are not many students who can be regarded as excellent students in the 29th class. Song Zi'an and Xia Wei are seven-level martial arts, and one is an eight-level martial art. Their performance in the class has always been in the top ten. It can be said that it is the heart of Huang Zhong.

After one month, can they have more than a few students who have been admitted to the key or even the famous brand Wu Da, and Huang Zhongke all pointed to the top ten of their classes. At this time, they can't do anything.

"Mr. Huang, are you questioning the fairness of our school discipline department?" The middle-aged man looked at Huang Zhong with disappointment and asked him coldly.

Huang Zhong repeatedly waved his hand: "I don't mean this. It's just that the incident is too sudden. It makes people sometimes difficult to believe. You wait, I immediately asked them to ask them clearly!"

brush!

The communication hangs up, and Huang Zhongfei generally rushes out of the office and goes straight to the area where the school discipline department is located.

He is going to put out the fire and put everything down until things have really broken out!

Song Zi'an is all right, Xia Wei must not have any problems!

At the same time, in the classroom of the 29th class, Wang Zhe looked at Yang Fan, who took off his sunglasses, and whispered: "Yang Fan, come to my office after class!"

The tone is indifferent, but it cannot be rejected.

He has been standing behind Yang Fan for a long time. He clearly feels that the fluctuations in blood and blood in Yang Fan are constantly growing and tumbling. Looking at the frame, there seems to be another sign of breakthrough.

Even sleep can continue to grow and cultivate, Wang Zhe is very interested in the heart, it seems that this "shame of South China" really has some adventures.

Therefore, Wang Zhe waited for a moment behind Yang Fan. When he thought that Yang Fan would soon be able to break through the promotion, he suddenly and keenly discovered that the breath of Yang Fan actually converges in an instant.

Although it seems that Yang Fan is still the volatility of the four-level martial arts, but the intensity of his blood that has just grown up has not disappeared, as if it has never appeared before.

"The turtle is working!"

Wang Zhe determined the function of the exercises used by Yang Fan. Because of this practice, he also used cultivation, and he has reached the level of mastery. Therefore, he can feel when Yang Fan runs the turtle. .

"This guy has a lot of minds, and after breaking through the breath, he will not be afraid of being guessed by others."

Wang Zheshen looked at Yang Fan and felt that the way the guy handled the matter was not like a middle school student who had never been out of the city. The mature indifference made people feel a little scared.

The alert is too heavy, there is no sense of security, it is not like the mentality of a teenage child.

What happened to this guy, or did he say that the three-year "shame of South China" has made him a habit of not trusting anyone?

Because of the cover of the turtle's interest, even Wang Zhe couldn't see Yang Fan's current state of cultivation, which made Wang Zhe feel a little unbelievable.

Because even if it is a turtle, it is impossible to completely cover all the breath of a person. Wang Zhe is not only a nine-level martial artist, but also a high-level realm of Yang Fan, and he is also very familiar with the turtle. In terms of normal usage, Yang Fan’s turtles should be in the same place as Wang Zhe’s.

But now, Wang Zhe used all his strength to observe the volume, but still could not see the slight flaws in Yang Fan's body, which is very unscientific.

"Unless, this Yang Fan has already cultivated the turtle to the realm of proficiency!" Wang Zhe's heart flashed a suspicion: "Just, is this possible?"

The turtles are different from the attacking martial arts such as the fists. They are similar to the basics. They are all martial arts exercises of the inner class. The promotion of the realm is far from the martial arts such as fists and feet. It requires the military to persevere every day, bit by bit to grind the effort to slowly improve, there is almost no quick way.

Others did not say, Wang Zhe himself, the cultivation of the turtles to the mastery of the realm, it took a full 11 years, and this, his mentor has already praised his understanding more than once, It is a rare talent that can be made.

In contrast, Yang Fan is only 18 years old to be able to cultivate the turtles to master the realm of realm. Is it more amazing?

Yang Fan stood up and turned around. I was embarrassed to smile at Wang Zhe. "Mr. Wang, I really don't want to sleep in your class. I just didn't hold back. If you are not satisfied, I will not Can't you sleep again?"

Yang Fan entered the school for three years. In addition to the high school year, he worked hard every day to study hard. In addition to the high school year and the second and third year of high school, it seems that he has become self-destructive, degraded, sleepy, inferior and ignorant.

In this regard, everyone has long been eccentric, that is, even the teacher in the class has changed from the initial teaching to the last one. He directly regarded him as a transparent person in the classroom. Did not see.

Like today, I was named again by the teacher. For the first time in two and a half years.

Therefore, not only is Yang Fan not used to it, but even the classmates in the class are accidental and can't help but sneak into Yang Fan.

Wang Zhe looked calmly at Yang Fan and slowly extended his right hand to Yang Fan. The five fingers were all Zhang, and the voices were counted: "Yancheng, the Federal Wu Da, Sun Yan, mental awakening, and turtles."

Yang Fan’s face gradually changed color.

In Wang Zou's mouth, there are several nouns from the West stick, and other students can't hear the clouds, but Yang Fan listened clearly.

Wang Zhe is asking him about the questions he asked yesterday. www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is nothing. Just a few words should be able to cope with the past.

However, the spiritual awakening and the turtle's work that Wang Zhe finally said was directly poked on Yang Fan's life. Obviously, he just used the turtle to cover up the breath and the mentally fully awakened state. Discovered by Wang Zhe!

Also, what does Wang Zhe deliberately aim at the five-finger right hand that he stretched out, is it alluding to five-finger hypnotism?

How much did he know about this guy, will he spread these things out?

"Mr. Wang, you can rest assured that I will follow the instructions. After a while, the bell will ring. I will report to your desk immediately!" Yang Fan no longer shoved, and he should bear it.

Since you can't hide, you can face it calmly. There are just some problems. Yang Fan also wants to ask Wang Zhe a clear question. This may be a good opportunity.

Wang Zhe nodded happily, then did not say a word, and turned back to the podium.

Yang Fan sits down lightly, looks a little tangled, and is persecuted and paranoid relapses. Wang Zhe is a nine-level martial artist. His strength is extremely powerful. What if he wants to harm him?

Just because of his current cultivation and strength, and the martial arts exercises he has mastered, is it possible to escape from Wang Zhe’s hands?

Yang Fan said that he was very unfounded, and a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart, which made him a little breathless.

"You must think about it!" Yang Fan frowned: "Wang Zhe can see my flaws, and others can certainly see it. Even if Wang Zhe is not malicious, it is difficult to protect others from malice." ”

"This world is too dangerous. The life-saving cards are too few, not enough!"

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