At this banquet, Song Yecai formally introduced Yunhua to Xu Zihang and the others.
"Sister Yun will help me handle gang affairs in the future. When I am away, Xu Zihang and Sister Yun will be in charge." Song Ye expected that he would travel all over the world in the future and would not stay in one place for a long time, so he would cultivate his confidants as early as possible. important.
The two sides met and shook hands, but Xu Zihang hid a bit of curiosity. After all, although Yunhua was brought by Song Ye, he had no skills at all. He also seemed stiff in dealing with gang affairs recently. He should have been an amateur before. People, I don’t know why they followed Song Ye to create a gang.
Later, this question remained until the training ground. Seeing Yun Hua's ruthlessness and decisiveness, he finally believed that the same blood as Song Ye flowed in Yun Hua's bones.
"Now that Zhou Zheng is dead, those dozens of subordinates are doing their jobs very efficiently. We already have five dance halls and bars in our hands, and no one has resisted. The process is going very smoothly." During the meal, Yunhua summarized the recent situation. Report to Song Ye.
Song Ye was eating, and he didn't respond to any of them. He didn't seem to be very happy, but Xu Zihang was surprised. He tilted his head and asked Song Ye, who was emotionless, "Have you guessed the result a long time ago?" Although the Dihu Gang does not have many people, the place is very large, with snakes and dragons mixed inside. No one resisted when Zhou Zheng died. It is too easy no matter how you think about it." In fact, counting the people who guard the territory, the number of people in the Dihu Gang is also There were nearly a thousand people, so Xu Zihang didn't dare to act rashly for three years, but he didn't expect that Song Ye would get all the territory in a few days.
"Yes, Song, no, boss, this is amazing. A dozen or so of us swallowed up the Dihu Gang. It's incredible." Wang Tiechuan changed his mind and asked around, wanting to learn from Song Ye. .
Song Ye saw that everyone was interested, so he patiently explained to them, "They are afraid. Zhou Zheng had a gun and a gun in his hand, but he died in one fell swoop. Yuncheng is just a small city, and a gun is enough." Walk sideways. The more mysterious the Night Gang is, the smoother things will go." This is why she didn't fire a gun that day, let alone her own people to come forward to seize the territory. After the overall situation was settled, she went to explore the underground market. , then you will get twice the result with half the effort.
After listening to these analyses, everyone couldn't help but give Song Ye a thumbs up.
"You have to rely on your brain to fight and kill." Everyone was amazed, and they were even more convinced of Song Ye, the leader of the gang.
After eating, Song Ye took them to the abandoned residential areas in the suburbs, intending to use these dilapidated residential buildings as temporary training venues.
Just when everyone felt that the environment was shabby, Song Ye quickly opened his schoolbag and poured out more than a dozen guns, which made everyone's eyes almost fall off.
"Here, where did all this come from?" Wang Tiechuan swallowed and barely managed to bite his tongue.
Song Ye picked up a handful and handed it to him, nonchalantly saying: "Took it from Zhou Zheng's safe." She set fire to it that day because she touched these things. She thought they were important to Zhou Zheng, so she came up with the idea of leaving the tiger away from the mountain, but Zhou Zheng died. No one thought that the things they had worked so hard to protect would end up being just an empty box.
Everyone admired her insidious approach and picked up the weapons they had. The teenagers were particularly excited to touch a gun for the first time. They were about to practice their skills, but they didn't want Song Ye to take them all away as soon as he turned around. Sandbags.
The private house looked dilapidated, but there was something special inside, with all the sports equipment and outdoor battlefields. Song Ye took off his coat and wore a cool vest, with an irresistible majesty on his calm face, "You will follow me as long as I fight." How long do you need to practice? If you don’t meet the standard in one month, you won’t be allowed to practice shooting.”
Although it was an order, the teenagers were all very motivated. After all, no matter how powerful Song Ye was, she was still just a slender girl who couldn't compete with her skills. If she couldn't win with physical strength, it would really hurt her self-esteem.
With a little effort, more than a dozen people hit the sandbag with all their strength. While beating, they listened to Song Ye's instructions, "Every time you hit, the angle of the sandbag must be at 45 degrees. Adjust your breathing and pay attention when punching." Rhythm, control of muscle strength.”
This seemingly armchair instruction was not adopted by the teenagers at first, but after relying on brute force for an hour, they all fell down from exhaustion. They were all sweating profusely as they watched Song Ye punch and lift his legs in an orderly manner, and felt deeply Frustrated and helpless.
In the end, Song Ye also lay down after two hours of exhaustion. After all, his fifteen-year-old body had never experienced strong training, so it was also too much for him.
But maybe it was because of the enhanced supernatural power. Early the next morning, her body showed no symptoms of fatigue. She got up to go to school as light as a swallow. At the school gate, she saw her subordinates who looked like a group of zombies.
Muscle soreness and limb stiffness after exercise are common sequelae. Even lively teenagers of fifteen or sixteen years old cannot withstand high-load training, and all of them look pale.
Not that it was not enough to favor Song Ye. When he passed the basketball court, he saw that the weather was good and immediately announced, "After school, let's have a friendly match. The winning team will have half an hour less training today."
Between the pain and reduced training, the teenagers competed desperately on the court, which attracted countless girls and boys to watch and shout. Among them, the loudest one was Xu Zihang, the campus prince.
"Come on, Master Xu, come on, Master Xu!"
"Master Xu, Master Xu, you are the best!"
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Amidst the warm cheers, Xu Zihang's face became even more livid. Who gave him such a good reputation, but his body was almost falling apart, and he still had to look good.
Soon, among a group of teenagers with old arms and legs, someone spotted an especially nimble figure.
Under the sun, her slender body was wrapped in a large sweatshirt. Her slightly short figure was as agile as a snake. When she raised her hands and feet, the huge basketball was like a toy in her palm. The most attractive thing. What attracted people's attention was the fair and delicate face. After being stained with a thin layer of sweat, under the light, she looked as beautiful as a prince from a comic book.
The girls on the edge of the court were boiling again.
"Ah, what class is this from? He looks so handsome!"
"I didn't expect that besides Mr. Xu, there would be such a handsome guy in our school, who is even more beautiful than the girls."
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Although Song Ye became famous immediately after joining Class 1, there were very few people on campus who could associate her face with her name. After all, such an androgynous appearance was originally intended to confuse the public.
But with so many people in the school, there are always one or two who know Song Ye, such as Wang Han, who came here after hearing the news, bringing mineral water and towels to show his courtesy to Xu Zihang.