What should I do if I look too fierce?

In the early morning, Aokiji opened his eyes tiredly, sat up with lingering fear, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Last night, he entered the Dreamland Practice Room to learn the techniques of mixed martial arts. He originally thought that it would be like the techniques he received from Songshanyan, but it was just regular training.

But I never expected that it would be endless punching practice.

Moreover, there are only the most common right-hand punches.

For a full hour and a half, I kept hitting the sandbags in my dream without stopping for a second. If I relaxed a little, I would be hit on the shoulder with a bamboo stick. If my movements were not up to standard, Master Li would hit the arm with a bamboo stick. That was really A very painful memory.

According to Master Li, if you practice at this pace, it will take about ten hours before you can barely understand how to box.

Touching his shoulder, which had no scars but still seemed to be in pain, Aokiji sighed: "These days, you have to endure hardships in everything you do."

After getting up and quickly changing his clothes, Aokiji went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and lunch, then walked upstairs and knocked on Qiong's door.

"Qiong, get up, I made breakfast and went to bed after breakfast!"

Putting the breakfast at the door, Aokiji said in a gentle tone: "I put the breakfast at the door. After lunch, just put everything on the dining table. If you are too lazy to put it, put it in your bedroom and I will clean it up in the evening. Porridge Be sure to drink it all, it’s good for your heart.”

In the room, Qiong, who had heavy dark circles under his eyes, stood up tiredly and sat on the bed in a daze.

Yesterday, when she closed her eyes, she saw Aokiji's face very close to her. She couldn't sleep no matter what, and she fell asleep at some point. She really didn't have any strength at all now. After a long while, Qiong finally sat up with strength on his arms, opened the door, brought the medicinal porridge at the door into the room, and reluctantly took a sip: "It doesn't taste good."

There seems to be a lot of nourishing herbs in the porridge. Qiong sighed, holding his cheek with one hand and slowly drinking the porridge with the other hand.

After finishing the drink, I felt warm all over. I don't know if it was a psychological effect or if it was really useful. I felt that my body had some strength. I lazily returned to the bed again, hugged the black rabbit doll, and wiped my forehead. Sweating, his face turned red and he closed his eyes.

"Thank you." He murmured. The weak voice was unknown whether it was talking in sleep or coming from the heart.

Not long after, Qiong's gentle snoring came from the room again.

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Aokiji held up an encyclopedia of introductory Chinese medicine materials and read it carefully with his eyes wide open. He felt that he had only had a little time at night recently, and the improvement of his [Medical Classics] skills was not at all what he expected.

In his known medical knowledge, it can be said that there is nothing that can be done for some congenital heart diseases, but for some heart diseases, he is not helpless. . He once secretly went to Masao Kasugano's room to look up information about Qiong's medical records and electrocardiograms. The situation could be said to be either good or quite bad.

First of all, Qiong's heart has actually been almost healed after many surgeries.

But what's fatal to her is not the heart itself, but the serious complications caused by years of physical weakness. Because of this, her heart can only be said to be sub-healthy to normal people. So precarious.

Not only does her heart rate slow, her blood pressure and blood sugar are low all year round, her heart also has insufficient blood supply, which may lead to shock and coma if she gets emotional or does strenuous exercise. Her body is just that of a frail girl, but her heart is gradually losing its vitality like an old man in his seventies or eighties. This is an unavoidable problem for Western medicine. They can save a heart that is on the verge of death. It beat again, but there was no way to save a dying heart and give him life again.

This is a pretty bad side.

And what about the pretty good side? It lies in the [Medical Classics] skills.

Qiong's congenital heart disease was present at birth, and he has undergone many surgeries to recover. Although the heart is fragile at this time, it is not the type that requires surgery to fill the defect or correct the arteries, but the heart's ability is gradually increasing. Weak, a type that is gradually losing its own functions.

If you want to make her healthy, you must first improve her physique and secondly strengthen her heart.

Traditional Chinese medicine is most prominent in recovery and conditioning. Although there is nothing Aokiji can do about Qiong's heart now, he can first delay the exhaustion of the heart through relevant pharmacological knowledge.

He believed that as long as his [Medical Classics] skills improved quickly enough, there must be some way to rejuvenate Qiong's heart!

"Boss Aoki!" The call from behind made Aokiji's thinking eyes freeze. He looked up from the medical book in front of his face and saw Tora Maeda trotting towards him behind him.

Only then did Aokiji realize that he had arrived at the school gate without knowing it.

Maeda Tora ran to Aokiji with an extremely excited expression: "Boss, I heard that you were escorted into the police station by dozens of policemen yesterday?"

"What?" Aokiji's squinted eyes widened due to sleepiness: "Where did you hear that?"

"Huh? I don't know. It must have been spread by some gossiping girl. There are pictures that may reveal the truth." Maeda Tora said as he took out his mobile phone. On the screen of the mobile phone, Aoki Tsukasa was put into a police car by two policemen. The colorful police lights behind him were dim and it was impossible to see how many police cars there were. There was also a crowd of policemen behind him who looked nervous as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Who took this photo? Aokiji covered his face with a desperate expression. Originally, there were only three or four police cars with a dozen police officers, but looking at this blurry photo, which may have been deliberately taken, it looked like the entire Yachiyo City police force was dispatched.

Maeda Tiger touched his head: "I don't know, my photo was sent by Matsuzaka Daitake, and he also saw it from someone else."

Aokiji took out his mobile phone, and as soon as he connected to the Internet, he saw today's Yachiyo City news bulletin.

"Shocked! The former heroic boy was arrested and suspected of participating in Yakuza activities."

Looking at the exaggerated title on the phone and the mosaic-edged, round bald head that looked like his own photo, Aokiji stuffed the phone into his pocket speechlessly, feeling that these media were really pervasive and had no moral integrity at all. No, without any real evidence, he started to make excuses and smear himself everywhere.

"It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." Aokiji sighed, a little irritated.

Was it the photo taken by Teruhashi Shinmei's group yesterday? I didn't pay attention yesterday, but this angle should be a photo taken by one of them. Aokiji depressedly unbuttoned the neck of his shirt and let the cool wind blow down his neck, barely relieving some of his depression.

Walking into the campus side by side with Maeda Tora, the senior high school discipline committee member who was checking clothes at the door turned his head involuntarily when he saw Aoki Tsukasa, pretending not to see anything.

"It's okay, boss. Suzuran's Tamao Serizawa was arrested for fighting in a group some time ago. As a result, he became famous because of it. Now he has nothing to do." Maeda Tora's comfort made Aokiji raise his head speechlessly. What use is fame to oneself! He just wants to live a quiet life recently, okay?

It's so annoying, this damn charm has nowhere to go!

[Hidden mission: The thorn in the side has been completed. 】

[A thorn in the side: Now you are not only a rising star among bad boys, but also an object of vigilance for ordinary people. As a result, you have become a thorn in the eyes of many people. This is the jealousy that a good person deserves, and it is also the test that a bad boy deserves. Mission completion: perfect. Mission reward: props - high-quality school uniforms for bad boys. 】

[This reward can be claimed at any time. 】

[High-quality school uniforms for delinquents: Do delinquents need to be handsome in their school uniforms? Is it comfort? No, it won’t be worn out due to fighting! This school uniform has an automatic repair function. After it is damaged, you can use the automatic repair function to make it as new as new. (Repair time depends on the degree of damage)]

Aokiji decisively closed his mouth.

This damn system always seems to be trying to make him say the word "really sweet", and even if it kills him, it won't do what it wants!

I, Aokiji, am a man of integrity!

But when he thought that he finally no longer had to wear the patchwork school uniform at home that looked a bit sloppy, Aokiji couldn't help but laugh happily.