My Teacher is Sun Wukong

Just then, four boys walked in together. Each one is handsome and handsome, with a unique aristocratic temperament. Let them look very different from ordinary students. It seems to be deliberately creating a feeling of standing out.

They are the four F4 of Huadu, the appearance of four people, and suddenly caused some screams of girls.

F4 actually came, who are they looking at? Lin Xiaowu was shocked. The other girls screamed, and the girls of the demon girl group did not seem to see them, and stood idly by. The demon girl group, originally opposed to the F4.

The four men were very proud to come to the front of the seat, and the boys who occupied the seats automatically gave them the position.

Everything is ready, even the cheerleaders that Chen Mengqi is carrying are wearing a navel dress and standing with a colored ball. Everyone is waiting for Xiao Fei to appear.

Two minutes later, Xiao Fei has not come yet. The onlookers were gradually impatient, and even the leaders of several schools frowned slightly.

So, from time to time, some whispers were heard from the crowd.

"This Xiao Fei is really arrogant. Master Park Chung-hee will challenge him. He still doesn't appear. We are waiting for it?"

"He thought he was who, would you like to wait for him?"

"Maybe he knows that he is not good enough to come." Someone dissatisfied said, "If you don't come, he should say something to our student union."

"I heard that he was just transferred to school. Maybe he still doesn't know the rules of the challenge. Who knows?"

People speculate constantly, but no matter how they guess it is useless. Xiao Fei does not appear, they either do not look at it or continue to wait.

It is Park Chung-hee, and his expression is still very calm. There was no mood swing on his face, and he was a regular contestant with a hundred battles.

After another ten minutes, Xiao Fei had not come yet, and the crowd began to stir up. Several school leaders and student council leaders began to whisper, it seems to be discussing, is it directly to determine that Park Chung-hee has won the challenge.

"Yu Die, you give a call to Fei Shao." And Lin Xiaowu began to worry a bit, turned to the blue rain butterfly.

When the voice just fell, I saw Xiao Fei and fat paper, big fangs, and walked into the gym.

"Xiao Fei, come on!"

"Xiao Fei, come on!"

......

When Chen Fei came in, Chen Mengqi was immediately excited. With cheerleading members, I danced with youthful dance. A group of youth, dancing with a little **** cute girl, suddenly caused the boys to look at them.

"Sure enough, things are gathered together, people are divided into groups, what kind of people will be with what kind of goods." Seeing Xiao Fei followed by fat paper and big fangs, Duanmu Yunfei in F4, his face revealed The color of disdain.

Their F4 is a super-rich young master, aristocratic, and Xiao Fei behind him, followed by fat paper and big die two wonderful. Seeing the three of them, Duanmu Yunfei's superior sense of superiority came to life.

"Xiao Fei, your shelf is big." F4's boss, Murong Chenxing, said in a cold-blooded manner to Xiao Fei who passed by. "You let us all wait for you for so long, shouldn't we give us a Tell me?"

In the past, he was dissatisfied with Xiao Fei because Xiao Fei had indirectly injured the face of Dongfang Tianyi. Now that Xiao Fei is late, he is even more dissatisfied with him.

Murong Chenxing has lived like a Prince since he was a child. He grew up and grow tall and handsome, so he felt that the whole world should be around him. Xiao Fei was late for him to wait for a while, and he felt that Xiao Fei should give him an explanation and explain to him why he was late.

He did not notice at all that Park Chung-hee’s challenge book only said that after school this afternoon, he did not say the specific time. As long as Xiao Fei came before the evening study, it would not be late.

When Xiao Fei heard someone talking to himself, he turned around. I looked at him strangely and thought: This person does not know himself. Why is he looking for his own troubles? Could he be an idiot?

After looking at it, Xiao Fei did not pay attention to him and went straight to the ring.

Xiao Fei’s disregard, directly to the Murong morning starry seven smoke. Xiao Fei, actually dare to ignore his F4 boss? However, because there are too many people on the scene, he is not good at attacking, and a sharp light flashes in his eyes, hiding hate in his heart.

"Flying less, come on!"

Seeing Xiao Fei boldly embarked on the ring, the girl of the demon girl’s group, cheered on Xiao Fei’s concern.

Xiao Fei turned back and smiled at them, then went to the downfall. The big stencil and fat paper stopped, and they stood near the ring to watch.

......

"You are Xiao Fei classmate?" After he took office, a school leader who was the host asked him.

"Yes." Xiao Fei nodded.

"Please wear protective gear first!" said the host. After that, a staff member came to the stage and took the protective gear that had already been prepared in his hand to come to him.

"Can I not wear it? Anyway, he can't beat me again." Seeing that this pile of protective gear is too much, there are six or seven kinds, Xiao Fei does not want to play this trouble. These protective gears are so many that they all wear for five minutes.

And the next estimate is not used at all. If you win, you have to take it off. Why is this?

"He can't hit you? Hehe!" The school leader smiled.

And when you hear Xiao Fei, the crowd is also gazing? He actually said that Park Chung-hee couldn’t beat him. Is this person out of heart?

If Xiao Fei seriously said, no one would believe.

In the international competition of competitive taekwondo, there are five kinds of protective gear. There are actually seven kinds of protective gear given by the school.

"You can't wear it." After the school leader smiled, he said to Xiao Fei seriously. "You must wear it all. We must consider the safety of the students and try to be foolproof."

"That's okay." Xiao Fei said helplessly.

With the help of the staff, Xiao Fei put on the whole set of protective gear. After wearing it, hold your fist and feel the cushioning power of the glove. I feel that wearing this glove seems to have no effect on my own strength.

After everything was ready, Xiao Fei went to the corner of the ring. Standing face to face with Park Chung-hee, it seems very lazy, because he feels that this battle is really boring.

"Is the two sides ready, are you ready?" At this time, the school leader asked.

"Ready." Park Chung-hee said.

"That's good, the game is now officially starting!" the school leader announced.

"When!", a ringing tone sounded on the side of the ring. By convention, there are only three rounds of free combat. And this ringtone represents the beginning of the first round.

"I really hope that the countryman was kicked by Park Chung-hee and lost the face of our Chinese people to see how he still mixed in school." Duanmu Yunfei said in a hateful manner under the stage.

"You can rest assured that he will be defeated very badly." Murong Chen said coldly.

"But I think that he should not be defeated by Park Chung-hee." However, Dong Tianyi said.

"I agree with the second child's point of view." Ouyang Zhao said. On the football field that day, he saw Xiao Fei’s foot force with his own eyes.

In addition to F4, other students are also discussing that most of these people are not optimistic about Xiao Fei.

"That Xiao Fei will definitely lose!" someone said.

"I can hold a round, even if he gives China a long face."

"A round? You are too high to see him, I guess he can't catch Park Chung-hee's leg."

......

Among the crowds on the crowd, I am afraid that only the girls who are familiar with Xiao Fei, as well as fat paper and others, have great confidence in Xiao Fei. Even the class teacher Zhao Yuru is not very optimistic about Xiao Fei. After all, Park Chung-hee was practicing Taekwondo with his father from an early age, and his father, Park Bao-Jian, was once a Taekwondo champion.

The reason why she said in the text message is that she wants to encourage Xiao Fei so that he will not escape the game.

At this time, on the stage. An international-level referee in white, pulling the hands of Xiao Fei and Park Chung-hee, went to the center of the ring.

"Ha!" The referee shouted, and the masculinity was full. Then, quickly released the two men's wrists and stood up.

The voice of the referee is issued, which means they can already start playing.

At this moment, the crowd suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and Xiao Fei’s figure moved.

Luohan Boxing, God's Leg Dragon!

One foot has already smashed out and squatted directly on Park Chung-hee’s chest armor.

"Oh!", Park Chung-hee was directly flung out. It flew more than a dozen meters away and fell under the ring.

His foot is almost as fast as lightning, and the human eye cannot capture his shadow at all.

The referee's loud voice seemed to be still in the air, and it has not completely disappeared. The timer of the stage has not finished jumping for a second, and Park Chung-hee has been flying out by Xiao Fei.

"Oh!", Pu Zhengxi, who fell under the stage. Squirt a blood directly, then fainted on the ground. International standard leather armor can't protect him.

"Hey, this challenge is really boring." Xiao Fei shook his head helplessly, depressed. After that, after three or two times, all the protective gear on his body was pulled down. Such a challenge does not mean anything to him. He has no heat in his body.

Recommend a book "Bingshu World", two million words, super nice fantasy novel. All kinds of magical powers, skills, comparable to the fire shadow.