Regression Reset Life of Police

3. Judo genius

First quiz in April, 15th place in the class.

The second quiz in April, 6th place in the class.

First quiz in May, 3rd place in the class.

25th place in the school.

This surprising result forced Dongil High School to be overturned once again after the school violence a month and a half ago.

the so-called movement rebellion

It was the moment when the hips and palms of ordinary students caught fire.

But they didn't know. This was also controlled by Jong-hyuk.

"How's your head?"

Now Can I again said that she is."

Coach Shin Sung-il carefully opened his mouth.

"Don't you need to keep studying?"

The sports team, which has not taken the class properly so far, came in third in the class.

The principal was secretly putting pressure on him, and Shin Sung-il thought that Jong-hyuk's talent might be studying.

Jong-hyuk banged his heart as if he knew the director's heart.

"Judo and study, I'll catch both rabbits!"

Just winning a prize in a provincial competition adds a lot of extra points. Judo could never be given up.

It's not just a prize, it's a win!’

It's a scarlet skirt. It was a gold medal rather than a prize.

Whoops!

Jukdo jong - hyuk of the hit my thigh.

Shin Sung-il pointed to poor judo with a smile.

"What are you doing? Run!"

"Yes!"

It's falling.

Entering the door, Jong-hyuk bent down.

"Good morning!"

"Tock, you're here?!"

Smart fatty.

Even though he is in the athletic team, his performance was nicknamed because of his playing in the school and his status as a judo team changed due to the incident a month and a half ago.

He used to be a bully, but now he is considered a strong support.

Jong-hyuk's share price had risen greatly because there were several judo staff who received love letters from a bullied girl.

Jong-hyuk changed into a judo suit in the dressing room.

"Hmm."

A stiff yet thick judo suit like a new one.

Induction that has worsened back and back joints since he was over 40.

Old-style judo suits stimulated memories.

"Yes, here we go again."

an unlimited prospect

It's a 17-year-old with a whole body.

How far can I go? My heart was bound to beat.

After a quick change of clothes, Jong-hyuk grabbed a mop and lay on his stomach.

The mop is up to the seniors.

A freshman is just a rag.

Run, run, run!

Jong-hyuk ran fast from end to end.

Beep! Beep!

"Hot, two, three, four!"

The running that started as soon as the cleaning was finished.

5 times, 10 times.

My body heats up, and sweat begins to form.

But…….

"What is it?"

Jong-hyuk tilted his head to his side as he still stayed on the ship.

Because of his large size, he was out of breath and fell behind at this point, but at the end of the run, he was more than two laps different from the captain of the first place.

But now he was running ahead of others.

The falling children were surprised to see Jong-hyuk.

But even more surprising happened during interval.

Beep! Hurry!

Round trip at full speed of 15 meters from end to end.

Jukdo kkoldeung is by being spanked.

Whoosh!

Pain as if the body is divided into two based on the hip.

Both the one-hit judo team and the judo team who watched it run with their teeth clenched, and quickly fill the competition to the top of their competition.

It had to be.

"What is it? What is it?"

However, Jong-hyuk's feet did not change the pace no matter how fast he ran. No, I thought I could speed up more.

Oh, my God!

You can't lose to a knockout!

Inducer of others is the Jukdo, ran with firm determination to keep up and more on the shoulder The manager heh his mouth.

"That! That!"

Worried that Jong-hyuk, who took a month and a half off, would not be able to keep up with the training, he trembled.

" Choi Jong-hyuk."

"What?"

"Get down."

"Yes, yes!"

Why don't know, but once prone jong - Jukdo hip, hyuk after being punched.

(Screams!

"Hey, dude! Someone told me to work out even though my head broke! You've been practicing running."

'I didn't!' There's something he learned during his detective career.

If you get hurt, rest until you get better. Otherwise, the detective's biggest weapon, his body, will be destroyed.

It was really unfair, but Jong-hyuk himself couldn't speak because he was confused with his physical condition.

But this is not the end.

"……why are you torn in a straight line."

Stretching before finishing and falling training.

It's not even a 180 degree tear, but it's a very relaxed bridge.

The cheek that touched the floor as if it could fall asleep because it couldn't reach the ground, and Jong-hyuk was mesmerized and realized.

You're feeling better!’

The physical shape of this time, which was already crazy, has gone even crazier.

As well as Jong-hyuk, the coach and other judo staff were stunned.

And in the collar fight, he was stunned.

Flop!

have a collar fight an opponent who has fallen down with his ankle stuck in vain.

"Huh?"

…….

Poor induction quieted down.

* * *

There is a git fight in judo.

To be exact, catch.

When you pull or push your sleeve or collar, you can easily be crushed if you lose this collar fight.

It was the collar fight that started at 10 a.m.

"I look forward to your kind cooperation."

"I look forward to your kind cooperation."

Ha! Ha! Tung!

A poor plan with all kinds of noise.

Jong-hyuk, who faced each other, and the 120-kilogram, a second-grade member, faced each other and bent down and straightened their backs.

My strangely irritated face was a bit annoying, but now it's on the sacred mat. The idea had to be put aside.

"Ha!"

"Ha!"

Pulling hand, fishing hand.

Players talk a lot with fiercely crossed hands.

At the same time, Jong-hyuk's time slowed down.

'Again!'

Extreme fuselage vision recognized upon regression.

Whoo!

As soon as the slowly stretched hand grabs the collar of the sleeve, many thoughts pass through Jong-hyuk's head.

Should I resist or not?

I think I can shake it off at this angle.

While Jong-hyuk was lost in thought, he dug in with his opponent's sleeve down. Then he pulled Jong-hyuk's collar and put his leg in.

"Mechigi? It's not a fight.’

A collar fight is a promise in a way.

Unless the balance is broken, the technology will not be hung this deep.

At the same time as the thought, the soles of Jong-hyuk's feet stretched out and hung his opponent's ankles.

It was a reflex technique that came from the 28 years of criminal life, the instinct of a criminal to face down.

Whoo!

A slap on the ankle that doesn't touch as if it's sweeping an empty floor.

The reflexively stretched left hand grabbed the collar and took off the hand of the second-year senior, and the body collapsed as soon as the right hand pulled on the arm.

Whoosh!

"Huh?"

The second grader, who shot the butt, stared blankly at Jong-hyuk, who tried to stretch his knees reflexively and stopped, also blankly.

Shin Sung-il rubbed his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Reflectively, no more."

The second-grade student's face turned red.

The stock price has gone up a lot these days, so I don't want to see it.

As a senior, I tried to scold him not to let his guard down after using his technique to control his discipline, but he was rather taken in.

"Mo, you must be warmed up. Let's do it again."

"Yes."

The two greeted each other again, and Jong-hyuk's time slowed down again.

Oh, technology again? What's wrong with you?’

"Huh?"

Whoosh!

This time, all the members of the staff saw Jong-hyuk and the second grade.

They rubbed their eyes like a director.

High-end technique, thigh-bending, among other high-end. Use the centrifugal force of the thigh hanging to reverse.

Shin Sung-il flagged.

"That, that guy?"

It's not a coincidence.

Power, only power.

Jong-hyuk used to be the style to carry him on his back.

The quality of the muscles is different, so it worked for some time. Even middle school students can weigh themselves down.

But now it was different.

It was a perfect return as if we had planned each other like a promise dwaron. No, thigh-twisting is a skill that cannot come out easily unless it is a battle of promises.

That's what Jong-hyuk did.

The style has changed.

From the past, when it was pushed only with superior physical strength, it even had techniques. It's a perfect technique like I practiced tens of thousands of times.

"You son of a...…."

Shin Sung-il, who came running before he knew it, pushed out the second grader.

"You, you, you! You punk! What are you doing? You punk!"

He rushed and couldn't spit out the tangled words in his head, and Jong-hyuk scratched his head because he didn't understand the situation.

This fusiform vision works for the same player?’

He is a second-year senior who is considered to be the best leg walker. A real player who is different from bullies who are swayed by their bodies.

He was one of the fastest players in the unlimited class, so he won a bronze medal in the competition.

In fact, he won a bronze medal in this year's presidential election and became a senior member of the standing army.

Jong-hyuk succeeded in his skills like that. Without any objection, clean.

The coach and judo crew opened their mouths to the different movement of Jong-hyuk, but it was not very unfamiliar to Jong-hyuk.

After cutting out two-thirds of the above, the technique was mastered because the criminal could no longer be beaten with physical strength alone.

It was the product of the evil spirit that had to subdue the opponent with less power.

"Wow, so Dalgan, the mulberry, and his blood-splitting technique added to this crazy physical and ridiculous fuselage vision?"

Jong-hyuk realized.

Goosebumps!

'Crazy!'

"Yeah, this is it. You little punk! Oh, my pretty girl! I told you not to exercise, why did you do it-!"

Shin Sung-il lifted Jong-hyuk and was flabbergasted, and Jong-hyuk saw a light even though he was stunned by the thrill of running all over his body.

'This isn't just a national medal!'

Taereung, the national athlete's village.

If the index and elbow ligaments hadn't been broken, a path had been opened to the place they might have gone.

There was a bright glow in the distance telling me to come here.

Once again the shudder ran all over Jong-hyuk.

* * *

Jong-hyuk was immediately called to the director's office.

"Pull it, with power."

Shin Sung-il stuck out a rubber tire that grabbed one end.

"Whoops!"

Crunch!

"Ugh!"

An instant shaky body and arm muscles that are about to break.

Shin Sung-il, whose eyes became round, set the tire.

"Ugh!"

Shin Sung-il hugged the balanced Jong-hyuk again.

"You... you've practiced a lot!"

I used to only use my arms and waist, but now I use my whole body.

It was so natural to use the whole body in an instant.

"Don't exercise!"

Jong-hyuk rolled his eyes.

Then he grinned.

"You believed me that way, so I couldn't help but do it."

After Jong-hyuk agreed, the teachers' eyes got worse.

Traitor, frontman who informed the police of the school.

The homeroom teacher was openly displeased.

I didn't say anything about Jong-hyuk because he was impeccable.

Director Shin Sung-il covered, "My kid is not like that. How can I not tell you when the detective asks, then you can beat the bullies first!"

Teachers from other subjects joined him to turn the public upside down when they saw him faithfully taking lessons.

As a model student who works out and studies diligently.

This was a consideration for the director not to worry and go to school.

"You punk……."

The coach's eyes, which had been rubbing his nose, suddenly changed.

"So what kind of training did you do?"

He used his whole body, but his strength has definitely increased.

Quick reaction, wrist strength, grip strength, all of them.

Jong-hyuk, who has not been able to use his body properly, has been frustrated, so he is well aware of it.

"Uh, Buffett tests, arm walking, crossfit?"

"Buffy, cross what?"

Jong-hyuk was a jerk.

Crossfit and others are sports that become famous only after 2010.

Besides...

"It's not that the director's training method is wrong, but I had no choice but to look for it because I was trying to train in a place without Matt."

"…Let's move on, and what are they?"

He was angry because he did sports, not training curriculum, but his name was quite professional.

He decided to listen for now.

After a moment of agonizing, Jong-hyuk decided to push ahead with it.

"It's a workout that's good for testing human limitations. It's an exercise in the U.S."

"America, America?"

Shin Sung-il bent his upper body forward.

"Where in the U.S.? Kids leading the U.S.? They're a bunch of shit."

"It's not judo, it's football. The most physical football of all sports players."

"…...Are you talking about the ball-jumping sport? Not wrestling?"

Jong-hyuk shook his head.

"That's what I thought, but it wasn't."

The average 110kg jumps about 40m in 4.1 seconds.

He lost 110kg with just one finger and overwhelming physical strength over his opponent's 190cm.

American football is not only the most dangerous sport in the world but also the most scientific sport since it can be tackled to death.

Sports that pours millions and hundreds of billions of dollars for 0.1 second, 0.1cm.

Shrinking Jong-hyuk somehow researched and trained these scientific methods to build and use muscles.

Coach Shin Sung-il flagged at Jong-hyuk's remarks.

"That's incredible."

In particular, the words 4.1 seconds and fingers were catchy.

quickness and grip

It was indispensable in judo.

"You don't get paid tens of billions of dollars a year for nothing."

"Oh, Park Chan-oh went to the U.S. and he didn't"

"Because the amount of money we pour is different from our country."

"Hmm……."

Jong-hyuk swept his heart down inside.

What should I say, I can hide the source of my crazy body as if God had told me to improve my fuselage vision and body.

"If you don't have anything more to say, I'll leave you alone.…."

" Jong-hyuk아."

"What?"

"How do you do that?"

"…what?"

Jong-hyuk suddenly blinked at Shin Sung-il, whose eyes were burning.

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