This Omega is Immune to All Abilities

The School of Theory has basically determined the defeat. Seeing Yi Jiamu walking towards the ball-picking area, other people have paid little attention to it. +++ Cartino Novel Network www.wuxiaspot.com

Even Sang Bei, who just pretended (jiji) to him, said "Come on", and then nervously cast his sights on the tossed area of ​​the battle.

When Yi Jiamu walked over, the person opposite just tossed a ball, and he picked it up and put it in his hand, wrestling it twice thoughtfully.

But it was just such a momentary pause, and the battle academy was already impatient.

Someone remotely coaxed him: "What happened to the theory student, picked up the ball and hurriedly sent it back! This is unbearable, has you started to use time-delay tactics?"

Although the morale of the School of Theory is inevitably depressed, but when they heard it, they felt a little unhappy: "What's the name, and I didn't say it or didn't pick it up! Don't you rely on yourself to have a few abilities? Born in theory, look down on who?"

The other side laughed: "Look down on who, don't you know?"

In three words, the fire on both sides was inevitably ignited again.

Suddenly, someone else rolled up his sleeves.

If it is not because the physical fitness teacher is still standing next to him, he can fight at any time if he does not agree.

Every student who chooses to come to Chongxing Theory School is full of faith in the field of abilities. As a result, as soon as the school starts, they enjoy the treatment of "third-class citizens", so everyone has to get angry. What's more, there are still a few passive abilities among them, and they feel that they can't bear it even if they provoke the next one.

Yi Jiamu looked at the chaos in the distance from afar, without any guidance at all. Huo Suo's consciousness instead focused on the task of picking up the ball.

He lifted the metal ball in his hand, weighed it hard, and threw it out calmly.

After the metal ball slid out a beautiful arc in the air, it landed unbiasedly near the tossing line of the School of Theory.

Rolling twice, it happened to stop at the feet of the student who was in charge of throwing the ball at the School of Theory.

After a while, the talented people on the two sides had a bit of aftertaste.

There was a slight rest around.

Wait, what happened just now?

Yi Jiamu saw from a distance that his classmates who were throwing the ball were still stunned and reminded: "Throw it quickly, otherwise they will say that we are dragging time."

The freshmen of the Combat Academy were petrified in place, and suddenly heard such a sentence, and it was inevitable to hear a somewhat provocative taste in the plain tone, and the expression on his face suddenly became more and more twitched together.

But looking at Yi Jiamu who was still standing still, he had to accept this reality-the students of this theory school actually threw back the ball they threw out with their abilities!

The physical fitness teacher at the side also looked a little stunned, and turned over the roster in his hand and checked it.

The class remarks of this classmate named Yi Jiamu are indeed common theoretical students.

A "common" theoretical student with normal physical fitness comparable to that of a combat academy?

This omega is a bit ruthless.

Yi Jiamu didn't realize that something was wrong.

After the strange silence in the audience, seeing that the mutual investment continued, he stood quietly and stood indifferently, picking up the ball casually.

Every time a ball was thrown across, he picked it up and threw it back to the classmate who pitched the ball to his class.

As the opponent's throwing distance grew farther and farther, he also continued to pull back the distance without hesitation, but the only constant is that-no matter how far away, he can always accurately move the ball Throw it at the feet of your classmates.

Unconsciously, when the Battle Academy looked at him, it gradually turned into a **** expression.

In this view, Yi Jiamu scratched his side blankly: "?"

In Tower Star, he has learned ancient martial arts with his grandfather since childhood. To be honest, the props they used to practice were sinking more than this small metal ball. Moreover, those freshmen in the Combat Academy have not been able to fully utilize their abilities. This distance is really nothing in his opinion.

Time passed unconsciously, and the music of the class rang slowly, and Yi Jiamu didn't even have a big fluctuation in his breath.

He picked up the last ball slowly, this time without throwing it back, he took it directly in his hand and slowly walked back to the meeting point of his class.

Sangbei almost fell on him: "Yi Jiamu, you are too (qiang)!"

The combat academy solved 90% of their classmates in half a class, and Yi Jiamu alone, through the second half of the class, could not (Qiang Qiang)!

Yi Jiamu took a step back silently, silently avoiding such excessive enthusiasm: "Nothing."

The victory came a little too suddenly, and the students in the theory school felt a little bit dumbfounded, and after a long while, they recovered and cheered.

In comparison, there was no more arrogance before the battle academy, and the atmosphere was low.

In such a silence, one of them walked out of the alpha and came to Yi Jiamu: "Classmates, do you mind a match?"

Sang Bei was worshipping his roommates in five ways, and when he saw that the other side was actually embarrassed to come, he could not help but ridicule and said: "Why, I would like to gamble to lose, this is not convinced yet?"

"We did lose this time, and we will withdraw the previous unrealistic evaluation of the theory school and post an apology on the forum." During the speech, the eyes of alpha always fell on Yi Jiamu. "However, it is now my own I personally hope that I can formally compare the throw distance with this classmate."

Obviously, even if you have to admit that you have to admit such a disgraceful loss to the theory school, you also want to find some places from other channels.

Sang Bei was directly ridiculed: "A student of the combat academy came to us for physical fitness? Can you make a face again?"

Wei Lanbing originally stayed to tidy up the venue, and noticed that the situation here also came over: "I am the squad leader. I can tell me something."

"This is my personal request and has nothing to do with the class." The alpha tone sent him lightly, looking at Yi Jiamu and solemnly repeating it again, "So, does this classmate mind me the last game?"

Provocative means too strong.

Wei Lanbing twisted his eyebrows and said nothing, looking at Yi Jiamu.

Yi Jiamu stood there irrelevantly, and the topic was thrown over again, with little hesitation: "I? Of course I mind."

He is not very busy, why is it okay?

Alpha obviously didn't expect such an answer. After a moment of dumbness, he finally suffocated another sentence: "You really don't have a sense of collective honour. The theory school is like this, is it considered to be a tuo escape?"

Yi Jiamu looked at him strangely: "Isn't it your private request? I refused with my personal position. What is the relationship with the college?"

alpha: "..."

Sang Bei smirked: "Have you heard, don't like to take care of you!"

Alpha gritted his teeth: "How would you compare with me?"

Sang Bei was irritated by his strangled look: "Hey, you are not finished yet, are you?"

At this moment, Yi Jiamu suddenly asked: "Can any conditions be met?"

Alpha saw that he seemed to be a little relieved, and he was very pleased: "Yes, as long as it can be done, any condition will do."

Yi Jiamu thought about it and smiled at him (lu): "In this case, how about a one-month meal card?"

alpha: "Ah?"

Sang Bei: "?" What kind of condition is this?

Yi Jiamu said: "Fill me a one-month meal card, and I will compare with you."

After talking, I saw the other person froze for half a day, but there was no response. There was a disappointment in the corners of my lips, and I lowered it a little bit: "If you don't want to, then forget."

Alpha saw that he was leaving, and finally finally recovered, and hurriedly shouted at him: "Yes, just a month's meal card!"

The special metal ball in Yi Jiamu's hand has not been taken away, and he was also happy when he agreed: "Then I will throw it first."

He said that he had moved his muscles, and in the direction of the distance, he threw it vigorously.

The metal ball passed an extremely beautiful arc in the air, and then, remotely, remotely, it flew out of the end of the field of vision of the No. 4 training ground... disappeared.

Enough distance (second to kill sha).

The physical fitness teacher has not yet left, looking at this distance and roughly estimating it, the tone is amazed: "Even according to the grade index of seniors, this score should be almost a perfect score. Yes, classmates!"

"Thank you teacher." Yi Jiamu smiled politely to the physical fitness teacher, turned around and saw that the alpha was still petrified in place, reminding, "That... if you want to throw, you can only trouble you to get the ball back first, classmate ."

Alpha's original confident expression has long been completely frozen: "..."

At this distance, what other shots did he cast?

Yi Jiamu obviously didn’t want to stay and wait for the other party. Before leaving, he did not forget to take out a pen and paper from the storage space in the necklace, and quickly wrote a series of numbers to the other party, with a sincere attitude: "This is my The id of the meal card, don’t forget to recharge after the vote is finished, thank you."

"..............."

Alpha looked at the small note in his hand and couldn't help but cover it (chest xiong) hard, before he spit out old blood.

Now he reasonably doubts that this omega's unwillingness to compare just now is completely deceptive. I'm afraid it's been digging a hole already waiting for him? !

And he was really deceived by this innocent looking angel face!

Isn’t it a theoretical student, what kind of monster is this? !