It has no effect, and it seems redundant.
Shu Shu didn't look at her, only lowered his head to help Lu Mian treat the wound carefully, and said softly, "Why didn't you hear you so righteous just now?"
Wang Shiwei's face became stiff, as if she had been seen through with a little guilty conscience.
"That's because you didn't hear it." She said stiffly, holding the cup and walking away griefly, walked to Qiao Yaning and sat down, and poked her mouth a little unconvinced.
"What! I didn't let her get ahead. Why did you lose your temper at me!"
Qiao Yaning leaned against the tree trunk, closed her eyes to rest, and ignored her.
The group of instructors lined up to the infirmary.
There is a section of road in the middle, which can pass directly through the small training ground near the cafeteria, which is closer.
However, when the group of instructors helped Jinghei pass by here, they suddenly discovered--
"Fuck, why did that dynamometer be like that?"
"Where can I take care of that now! Quickly send Brother Jingping to the infirmary!"
"No." The instructor who was first discovered hesitated: "Look, the force measuring device seems to have been hammered..."
Everyone looked back in unison.
I saw a row of dynamometers with steel structure, standing neatly there, with a circular structure of special material in the middle, which is a professional instrument used to measure strength and explosive power.
Normally, as long as you punch the circular board, you can accurately know how powerful you are.
On the display screen of each force gauge, the highest record of the force gauge: 923 is clearly recorded.
This is the value obtained by the instrument after precise calculation and measurement.
Every disciple of Chixia Sect will continue to work towards higher numbers.
For example, Jingping, his best record is only 758, which seems to be not much different from Movan, but in fact eight hundred is a threshold, nine hundred is a mountain, all require him to practice hard and climb.
At this time, there were originally ten instruments, only nine were intact, and the remaining force plate was hammered with a fist-shaped dent.
With that dent as the center, the circular board has cracked, and even the supporting structure with the entire dynamometer has cracks...
Obviously, this was beaten by a fist.
"I'm uneducated, I only have one sentence..."
"Senior Movan has been diligent again, his strength value has already reached 923, but he didn't expect to be able to improve... How do we live this!"
"Crying, it's impossible to surpass him in this life. If the force measuring device is not broken, his power must be thousands..."
"That's a steel structure, it's hammered out, what is this concept?!"
They suddenly remembered that when they passed this side at noon, they did hear a loud noise.
Without even thinking about it, everyone attributed the matter to Mo Vana.
In the entire Chixia Sect, no one but him can achieve this level.
The disciples looked solemn, that is the worship of power! Awe and surrender! And the sense of superiority and pride of being a man.
Jingping was in pain all over, and said with difficulty, "Senior Movan is the pride of our Chixia Sect. We must defend him anyway. Lu Mian seems to have learned the tricks of Senior Movan. Mindful!"
Although everyone was surprised at Lu Mian's secret learning of Kung Fu, they were more contemptuous and hated.
"Senior Mofan finally broke through himself and achieved his current trick! If he knew that Lu Mian was secretly learning, he would definitely want to strangle that girl!"
These are a group of vigorous young men who study kungfu in the Chixia Sect all the year round. They are brave enough to fight and win, but their brains are not very good.
They only remember that Movan came back from the outside some time ago, and became melancholy, but also stronger.
At that time, I fought with them.
That backhand lock throat technique is simply a nirvana!
They chased for advice for a long time, but Senior Movan refused to teach them.
At this moment, squatting in a corner with a large ink vanadium, inexplicably feeling a cold back, there is a not very good feeling.
Hey, constipation...
Those disciples are still fighting against Movan.
"No one wants their own things to be stolen! Our disciples have not learned it, so why let a woman steal it!"
"That's right! Brothers, let's get Lu Mian out together and teach her a lesson--"
Jingping raised his hand to interrupt, shook his head and said: "Don't startle, I'm just guessing, we have to find evidence first."
"It's not easy. Lu Mian will train here for ten days and he will definitely show his feet!"
Everyone agreed repeatedly and carried the two wounded to the infirmary.
At the Department of Applied Physics, I took a rest for nearly an hour.
The instructors of other classes have returned one after another, but Jingping and the instructors of the next class have been given a plaster because of their injuries. They can no longer bring military training. They say they will be replaced by new instructors.
Lu Mian didn't take it to heart, leaning casually under a tree, with his left leg slightly bent, holding the phone in his right hand, brushing the game copy indifferently.
Shu Shu leaned against her, muttering worriedly, "I don't know if the new instructor will have a moth..."
Although the whole thing was not her fault, and Jingping himself challenged him, he was afraid that the members of the Chixia Sect would shield each other and bully Lu Mian.
Shu Shu worried for her.
"What if there are a few more matches..."
Lu Mian didn't respond, until she heard the words "Competition", she became a little more interested, raised her pretty eyes, and said expectantly: "Really?"
In that way, it seems that you haven't played enough, and there is no problem with ten or eight.
Shu Shu:...
Soon, the instructor from the class next door arrived, still a young disciple of the Chixia Sect. The other party didn't look for anything, but if it seemed to be perfect, his eyes always floated towards Lu Mian.
"Why haven't our new instructors come yet?"
Someone asked curiously.
Wang Shiwei lowered her head and muttered worriedly: "Could it be that our class performed too badly, and Chixiazong doesn't care about us?"
Qiao Yaning next to her did not speak, but a girl in the second class next to her said: "Not. Military training results are to be written into the file, Chixiazong and the school will not let us leave it alone."
"Huh?" Wang Shiwei exclaimed and sighed: "Actually, it would be nice to stand in the sun for a while... I suddenly envy other classes! It would be fine if Lu Mian didn't make a fuss. ..."
She thought her words would be echoed by others.
But the girl in Class 2 was unable to understand her expression and stopped talking.
She looked at Qiao Yaning again.
Qiao Yaning finally couldn't help it, raised her head and stared at Wang Shiwei, frowning: "If you are envious, go to another class!"
She scolded coldly beside her.
