: Ninety-five. Rong Rong, do you like my brother

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   The next day.
  The sunrise in the east awakens people, and the sky is bright, and there are already roosters in the village.
  Yang Ming and Feng Feng last night deliberately spared a large circle in order to avoid someone following behind, and returned to Shrek College very late.
   Yang Ming woke up so late for the first time, rubbing his eyes, and seeing the baby bed next door, Feng Feng did not have a little ladylike style, lying on the bed in large letters.
   She didn't have a quilt on her body, she put one leg on the edge of the bed, but the quilt fell on the ground. When she wanted to come to bed, she kicked the bed to the ground.
   Baby Feng was wearing Yang Ming’s clothes, perhaps because it was too tight, and a beautiful arc was drawn on his chest. The corner of the clothing was slightly raised, and a lovely belly button was visible in a glance.
   Yang Ming pushed Baby Feng, trying to wake her up.
   "Sister Bao'er, get up."
  Baby Feng slapped Yang Ming's hand with a slap, without opening his eyes, murmured:
   "You will let me sleep again."
   "Look at what time is it now and still sleeping? Are you trying to make a salted fish that has lost your dream?"
"Boss, but my dream is to stay close to home with more money and less trouble. I have a high weight and light responsibility. I sleep naturally until I wake up naturally. I count money to get cramps. I get bonuses during the holidays. Happy reporting, sideline work and poor salary."
   Yang Ming: "..."
  Seeing that Yang Ming didn't bother himself anymore, Bao Feng turned over, turned his back to Yang Ming, and also scratched his neck by raising his hand.
   That look, that virtue, looks like a salted fish.
   In desperation, Yang Ming had no choice but to ignore her.
  Anyway, with the skill of Baby Feng, I want teachers and students in the college to find it difficult.
  After Yang Ming washes, he is about to open the door to go out to exercise, and behind him suddenly comes the sound of baby Feng lazy:
   "Boss, remember to bring me a breakfast when I come back, oh, no, it's lunch."
   After hearing that, Yang Ming almost stumbled under his feet.
  I am the boss, or are you the boss?
  Yang Ming rubbed his forehead with a headache, and felt that the characters Feng Bao and Heihuang were too individualized, and it was not easy to drive them!
   Sure enough, ironing needs to be hard!
   Yang Ming converged on the unwillingness to be slow, and the character summoned from the system was only an outsider after all. The real root lies in his own strength. As long as he is strong enough, he can calm down the game.
  Thinking like this, Yang Ming walked out of the dormitory and came to the open space.
   Yang Ming first summoned the mysterious sword and began to practice swordsmanship.
The sword is light and spirit, it moves with the waist, and takes the step with the momentum. The Qinglian swordsmanship inherited from Li Bai emphasizes the strength of the waist and the wrist. It does not seek the rudeness of the wide opening and closing. Lightness.
  Quiet like being a girl, moving like a wind and rain, walking like a dragon and a snake, flying like a eagle catching a rabbit, and suddenly like fighting in the night, just like the shocking sky.
In the practice of swordsmanship, first ask for wrist strength, learn waist step second, then practice swordsmanship, and then move the sword one by one, take the wrist with waist step, twist ups and downs, look back and forth, both sides, both jump forward, and strive for one Split the mountain and crack the stone, and hit the sky completely.
The skill of practicing sword is the first to focus on the gods. There are invigorating spirits, invigorating spirits, and outside, there are footwork, body skills, and even swordsmanship. Take the wonderfulness of the cloud and surprise the weeping ghost.
   In addition, you need to practice the sword thousands of times a day, not only to be familiar with the hands, but also to be familiar, to form a conditioned reflex, but also a deep instinct in the bones.
  Once you stop halfway, if you don’t practice swordsmanship for a few days, your hands will become rusty, and you will be slow to shoot the sword.
   Masters compete, it is tantamount to dancing on the tip of the knife. You beat one person slower than others, which is equivalent to others getting on the line faster than you. You will lose your first mobile phone opportunity and put yourself in an unfavorable field.
   That's what it is. In the past few years, Yang Ming has only slept four or five hours a day, devoting all his mind and time to cultivation.
  Although the system will instill Li Bai and Han Xin's memory of practice, it is someone else's after all.
  Yang Ming has relied on continuous efforts to absorb the nutrients in their memories and completely transform them into their own things.
It’s like, when you go to school, even if a scum gets all the learning memories of a tyrant, if he doesn’t go to practice repeatedly, when he learns the math test, he clearly knows how to answer the questions, but his thinking is running Not so fast, and the answering process is as bumpy as before.
  After practicing swordsmanship, Yang Ming took out the spear behind him and continued to practice the marksmanship.
  Some people may be wondering why Yang Ming has not given up practicing guns until now.
   But don’t forget, Yang Ming has two martial spirits. Until now, the martial spirit that belongs to the mysterious sword has not yet had its soul ring.
  However, there is a feeling in Yang Ming's meditation. If he gives up his marksmanship, after the first martial soul obtains the soul ring, he will regret his death.
   Yang Ming was very devoted to practice, but did not find that a pair of beautiful eyes were watching him from a distance through the dormitory window.
  Ning Rongrong stood in front of the window and watched Yang Ming continually sweating his sweat, he said:
   "He obviously has such a powerful martial spirit and soul skills, why should he work so hard?"
  Ning Rongrong was born in the Qibao Liuli Sect. As the master's pearl, he always used clothes to open his hands and open his mouth. Even with training, Yang Ming did not work so hard, so he didn't understand.
   However, it is precisely because of this that Ning Rongrong has a great impact on his soul.
   Others are not only better than you, but harder than you!
   After Xiaowu washes, he saw Ning Rongrong staring at his brother and staring at him, as if he had pinched a lemon in his heart, a little sour taste.
   "Rong Rong~EbookFREE.me~ You see my brother for so long, would you like him?"
  Ning Rongrong was taken aback by the sound from the little dance behind him, a trace of panic flashed across his face, and he quickly waved his hand and said:
   "Where there is, don't get me wrong!"
"really?"
   Xiao Wu stared suspiciously at Ning Rongrong’s good face, trying to penetrate her skin sac to see if she was thinking about her brother in her mind.
  Ning Rongrong was also the ancestor of the small ancestor. Where could he bear the sight of Xiaowu, and immediately stretched out two jade arms like white teeth, reaching under Xiaowu's armpit, and tickling.
  Not to mention, Xiaowu, the little rabbit, eats this trick, and suddenly can't stand the itch.
  However, Xiaowu is not the kind of little girl who is subject to perseverance, and immediately fights back.
   After a while, there was a burst of laughter in the girls’ dormitory.
   "Brother is mine, you are not allowed to remember him, you know."
   "I didn't hear it!"
   "Don't stop scratching."
   "Hmm~~ where are you scratching, not there!"
   The two girls rolled on the ground, scratching each other's sensitive places, their faces flushed like blood, as magnificent as rubies.