Inside the office.
Huang Zhong sat at his desk, frowning and thinking.
Since the end of the first practical martial arts class, he always felt as if he had forgotten something. It seemed important, but it seemed insignificant. He wanted to remember it, but he couldn't remember it no matter how hard he thought about it.
He is a stubborn person. The more he can't remember something, the more he wants to think of it. But that memory seems to be playing hide and seek with him. Every time he feels like he is about to think of it. , and suddenly become confused again, and the thoughts that just arose will disappear without a trace again.
Huang Zhong has been sitting here for half an hour. As time goes by, his frown becomes deeper and deeper.
At this time, he had realized that something was wrong with him, as if someone had deliberately set up some obstacle in his mind. As long as he thought about recalling what happened in the martial arts class, the obstacle would rise infinitely. Stop him from thinking deeply.
"Psychic interference, or hypnosis?"
Huang Zhong is also a well-informed person, and he quickly determined that he was most likely to have been plotted by a spiritual master or a hypnotist.
However, he himself prefers hypnosis. After all, the number of spiritual masters is too rare, and the entire Xichu City combined is less than one hand. How can they have time to play tricks on a little middle school teacher like him
"I heard that a hypnosis master from the Central Hospital came to the school medical room today. Maybe I can ask him to come and have a look at it for me!"
Huang Zhong stood up and was about to go to the infirmary to find Cheng Xuequan for medical treatment, when the communicator in front of his desk beeped.
He casually pressed the answer button, and a virtual middle-aged man appeared in the communicator. He looked up at Huang Zhong and said softly: "Teacher Huang Zhong, please come to the school now." Jibu!"
Huang Zhong raised his eyebrows. What did the people from the school discipline department want him to do? He usually didn't have much interaction with that group of people.
"What's the matter? I'm very busy. If it's nothing serious, it's the same thing here."
Although Huang Zhong was afraid of the school discipline department, he could not become afraid of it. He felt that his current condition was very bad and he really didn't want to waste time by going to the school discipline department.
The middle-aged man didn't seem to be very satisfied with Huang Zhong's attitude. He snorted and said, "Song Zian and Xia Zixuan are students in your class, right?"
Huang Zhong nodded in astonishment. Another very important clue seemed to flash in his mind, but when he wanted to grasp it carefully, the clue slipped away again.
"Song Zian, Xia Zixuan? Well, they are indeed my students in Class 29, what's wrong?"
"The two of them violated school rules. They criticized each other and fought in the infirmary in front of many doctors and nurses invited by the central hospital. The impact was extremely bad! They simply brought disgrace to our South China Martial Arts School!"
"Now, Song Zian is seriously injured and is about to become disabled. Xia Zixuan has a bad attitude and is unwilling to cooperate with the investigation by the school discipline department. Our school discipline department has already made plans to expel her from school and drive her out of the South China Martial Arts School!"
An immoral person who worked as a mistress outside the school, had an abortion, and repeatedly brutalized his classmates was no longer worthy of staying at the South China Martial Arts School.
If the news gets out, the existence of such a female student will smear the South China Martial Arts School far more than Yang Fan, that good-for-nothing.
The South China Martial Arts School has already produced a "Shame of South China", and we must not produce another one!
I really can’t afford to lose that person!
"What?!" Huang Zhongqing was shocked and kept saying: "This is impossible! The two of them usually perform very well in the class. They respect their teachers and are friendly to their classmates. They have never done anything out of the ordinary. Did you make a mistake?!"
There are not many students in Class 29 who can be called outstanding. Song Zian and Xia Zixuan are one a seventh-level martial arts disciple and the other an eighth-level martial arts disciple. Their grades in the class have always been among the top ten. It can be said that they are all Huang Zhong's pet peeves.
A month later, if their Class 29 can have a few more students who have passed the entrance exams for key or even prestigious Wuhan University, Huang Zhongke was all pointing at the top ten of their classes. They must not have any trouble at this time.
"Teacher Huang, are you questioning the fairness of our school discipline department?" The middle-aged man looked at Huang Zhong displeased and asked him coldly.
Huang Zhong waved his hands repeatedly: "That's not what I meant, it's just that the incident happened so suddenly that it was hard to believe for a while. Just wait, I will go to them in person right away to find out!"
brush!
After the call was hung up, Huang Zhong rushed out of the office and headed straight to the area where the school discipline department was located.
He was going to put out the fire and suppress everything before things really broke out!
That's all for Song Zian, but Xia Zixuan must not cause any problems!
At the same time, in the classroom of Class 29, Wang Zhe looked at Yang Fan who had taken off his sunglasses and said softly: "Yang Fan, come to my office after class!"
The tone was calm, but he could not refuse.
He had been standing behind Yang Fan just now, and he could clearly feel that the energy and blood fluctuations in Yang Fan's body were increasing and surging. Looking at the posture, there seemed to be signs of a breakthrough.
Wang Zhe was very interested in being able to continuously increase his cultivation level even while sleeping. It seemed that this "Shame of South China" really had some adventures.
Therefore, Wang Zhe waited behind Yang Fan for a moment. Just when he thought that Yang Fan would soon be able to break through and advance, he suddenly noticed that the aura on Yang Fan's body had calmed down in an instant.
Although it looked like Yang Fan still had the aura fluctuations of a fourth-level warrior, the intensity of his energy and blood that had just exploded and increased were all missing, as if they had never appeared.
"Turtle Breath Kung Fu!"
Wang Zhe immediately determined the attributes of the technique used by Yang Fan. Because he also practiced this technique himself and had reached the level of proficiency, he could sense it when Yang Fan started to use the Turtle Breathing Technique. .
"This guy is quite clever. If he conceals his aura before making a breakthrough, he won't be afraid of being suspected by others."
Wang Zhe took a deep look at Yang Fan and felt that the way this guy handled things was not like a middle school student who had never been out of the city. He was so mature and cold that it was scary.
He was too guarded and had no sense of security at all. It was not the mentality a teenager should have at all.
What has happened to this guy, or has the past three years of "Southern China's shame" living conditions made him develop a habit of distrusting anyone
Because of the cover of Turtle Breath Kung, even Wang Zhe couldn't see through Yang Fan's current cultivation status, which made Wang Zhe feel even more incredible.
Because even the Turtle Breath Technique cannot completely cover up all the aura on a person's body. Wang Zhe is not only a ninth-level martial artist, his cultivation level is a level higher than that of Yang Fan, but he is also very familiar with the Turtle Breath Technique. Normally speaking, Yang Fan's Turtle Breathing Technique should be like paper in front of Wang Zhe, a complete decoration.
But now, Wang Zhe tried his best to observe and look, but still couldn't see any flaw in Yang Fan. This was very unscientific.
"Unless this Yang Fan has already mastered the Turtle Breathing Technique to a level beyond mastery!" A trace of doubt flashed in Wang Zhe's heart: "But, is this possible?"
Turtle Breath Kung Fu is different from those offensive martial arts techniques such as fists and kicks. It is somewhat similar to basic breath breathing. They are both internal breath martial arts techniques. The improvement of realm is far less rapid than martial arts techniques such as fists and kicks. It requires the warrior to persevere every day and work hard bit by bit to slowly improve. There is almost no quick method.
Let alone others, it took Wang Zhe himself a full eleven years to practice the Turtle Breathing Technique to the level of proficiency. Even then, his mentors have praised his amazing understanding more than once. He is a rare talent that can be created.
In comparison, Yang Fan was able to master the Turtle Breathing Technique at the age of eighteen. Isn't his understanding even more amazing
Yang Fan stood up, turned around, and smiled sheepishly at Wang Zhe, "Teacher Wang, I really didn't mean to sleep in your class. I just couldn't hold it back for a while. If you're not satisfied, I won't do it again." Isn’t it enough to sleep again?”
Yang Fan has been in school for three years. In addition to studying hard every day during the first year of high school, during the first year of high school, as well as the second and third years of high school, he seemed to have given up on himself and became degenerate, lethargic, inferior, and taciturn.
Everyone has long been accustomed to this. Even the teacher in the class went from teaching earnestly at the beginning to being indifferent at the end. He was regarded as a transparent person in the classroom and treated as such when he saw it. Didn't see it.
Like today, I was called on by the teacher again. This was the first time in two and a half years.
Therefore, not only Yang Fan was not used to it, but also the classmates in the class were surprised one after another and couldn't help but secretly glance at Yang Fan.
Wang Zhe looked at Yang Fan calmly, slowly stretched out his right hand to Yang Fan, with all five fingers spread, and said softly: "Yancheng, Federal Wuhan University, Sun Yan, spiritual awakening, turtle breathing skill."
Yang Fan's face gradually changed color.
The other students may have been confused by the few nouns that came out of Wang Zhe's mouth, but Yang Fan heard them clearly.
Wang Zhe was asking him about the questions he asked yesterday. This book was nothing, and he should be able to deal with it by just making up a few sentences.
But what Wang Zhe finally said about the awakening of spiritual power and the Turtle Breath Technique directly hit Yang Fan's destiny. It was obvious that he had just used the Turtle Breath Technique to cover his aura and had fully awakened his mental power. Discovered by Wang Zhe!
Also, what does Wang Zhe mean by the right hand with all five fingers stretched out deliberately towards him? Is it an allusion to five-finger hypnosis
How much does this guy know, and will he spread these things
"Teacher Wang, don't worry, I will be there as soon as the get out of class bell rings. I will report to your desk immediately!" Yang Fan stopped pushing the envelope and agreed immediately.
Since you can't avoid it, just face it calmly. There happened to be some questions, and Yang Fan also wanted to ask Wang Zhe clearly in person. This might be a good opportunity.
Wang Zhe nodded with satisfaction, then turned back to the podium without saying a word.
Yang Fan sat down lightly, with a tangled look on his face. His persecution paranoia recurred again. Wang Zhe was a ninth-level martial artist and extremely powerful. What should he do if he had malicious intentions and wanted to harm him
With his current cultivation strength and the martial arts skills he has mastered, is it possible to escape from Wang Zhe's hands
Yang Fan said that he had no confidence, and a strong sense of crisis arose in his heart, making him a little breathless.
"We have to think of something!" Yang Fan frowned: "Wang Zhe can see my flaws, and others can definitely see it too. Even if Wang Zhe doesn't have any ill intentions, there's no guarantee that others won't have any ill intentions either? "
"This world is too dangerous, and there are too few trump cards to save lives. They are not enough!"
(End of chapter)