Zhou Yi's plan is actually easy to understand. The reason why she used her soul power to summon everyone here is also for this ultimate move - to use Shrek's righteousness to subdue Qianjie and suppress Qianjie's background.
After all, no matter how high the background is, it can't be higher than the ten statues at the gate, right?
To be honest, this method works very well, but now other than using hard power to convince Zhou Yi, other methods don't seem to work.
"Then you can run away by yourself." However, with Qianjie's light words, the students were stunned, the teachers were also stunned, and Zhou Yi was even more stunned.
It seemed like it was just a quarrel between children, just like the angry words of "you go, you go!", words that no one would use to criticize others in the past, but they succeeded in making everyone stunned.
"Since running trained seven gods ten thousand years ago, then run quickly until you become gods.
"If you didn't become a god, it's because you haven't reached the point yet."
Gotta beat magic with magic.
The air fell silent. After a few breaths, the students all looked at Zhou Yi with gloating eyes. Only the teachers' faces suddenly turned ugly.
It's not that no one thought of this in the past, but Zhou Yi was shameless, and others were still shameless - like Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue's decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City, the one who arrived early was already prepared to die to see the peak of swordsmanship. Prepare, but the other person who came late said: "Don't compete with swords, let's compete with cooking." It was equally surprising.
Normal adults would not do that. Although Zhou Yi's approach was problematic and disliked by others, it was indeed a permissible method.
But there seems to be no way to say that Qianjie doesn't abide by the unspoken rules between adults. He is really a child.
Children with great backgrounds.
Zhou Yi's aura as if the world belongs to me just now disappeared. Instead, she now stood there blankly like a monkey that was suddenly hit with a hammer.
Can running make you a god?
After all, he is a Soul Emperor, an attack-type Soul Emperor with a good martial spirit, and he has a husband who is an eighth-level soul instructor. If you don’t know what running is all about, then his brain must have been gnawed by a dog when he was born...
"Isolated cases do not represent the group. They can become gods because they..."
She seemed to want to refute something, but midway through, she suddenly stopped.
Because this was something that others used to refute her in the past, but she blocked it with "Why do you think students are bad? Are you questioning Master Yu Xiaogang, the founder of modern soul master theory?"
"Run! What are you doing here?!" Before Zhou Yi could continue to refute, Qianjie said with a smile, "According to what you said, you can become a god after running, and the next one will stand in Shrek The statue at the gate is you! Success and fame will last forever. Right now, what are you still hesitating about?!"
Qianjie was smiling, but his slightly narrowed eyes were cold.
He has no habit of showing mercy.
It is better to chase down the poor bandits bravely than to become the academic overlord - this is the truth of the past life, and it is also a lesson learned by a Douluo who fought against the moral ceiling thousands of years ago.
Yesterday's outburst was both a character creation and a trap, a trap aimed at Zhou Yi.
A trap that Zhou Yi thought he had grasped, but actually fell into.
He needs to hand Zhou Yi a rope that looks like he can turn around when his dignity is in ruins, so that Zhou Yi thinks he has a chance to turn defeat into victory, and a rope that breaks the last string of Zhou Yi's sanity.
And most importantly, give Wang Dong a certain possibility and courage.
——Comes from Tang San’s recognition and courage.
Of course, if Zhou Yi can really break the string, he still has backup options.
The identities of hunter and prey change in an instant, and this sentence never gets old.
As for whether Zhou Yi might actually become a god while running, haha...
When a soul emperor starts running, how many laps can he run around the 500-meter Shrek playground? How long can it run?
No one has tried it in the past. After all, no Soul Emperor is really too busy. Wouldn't it be better to have some time to familiarize yourself with the flying that Soul Saint can do?
Now that someone has tried, Zhou Yi has to try.
Because this is the statement she has always insisted on, the theory she lives by, because anyone who wants to speak for her is stopped by Yan Shaozhe.
When the students began to boo after Huo Yulin shouted "Teacher Zhou, run away!", Zhou Yi had to run away.
So Zhou Yi started running under the scorching sun, and Qianjie even thoughtfully reminded her to bring weights.
At first, the students were very interested in admiring the running of a soul emperor and Zhou Yi's unhurried speed. This is understandable, because she wants to run until she becomes a god. She runs too fast at the beginning and cannot hold her back. Already;
It's easier to understand when you appreciate Zhou Yi's head that lifts up to look at the sky from time to time. She seems to be hoping that something can save her.
Really, it's quite fun.
The crowd dispersed afterward. After all, the person running on the playground was an old woman, not a well-developed young and beautiful girl, so it was pointless to watch too much.
Qianjie also chose to leave. The soul master's running was a waste of his own time and the time of others. It was better to go to the library and sit and read. However, there was a spirited young man who sat on the playground and watched despite the heat. He also raised his misty eyes to the sky from time to time.
It was Wang Dong. She seemed to be waiting for some answer.
…
The sky is not completely bright yet, only the sky in the east shows the white color of fish belly.
It was already the second day. Qianjie stood in front of the window of Dormitory 107, took a breath of moist and fresh air, and said hello to his roommates in 107th.
On the first night they were fighting over a bed, but on the second night they were already calling themselves brothers.
Boy friendship is so weird.
After walking out of the dormitory building, Qianjie also got the answer: There is no number of people on how many laps a soul emperor can run, and no one has that leisure, but he can still record how long he runs - one day and one night.
It's a little too short, but it's not too surprising, because the soul master also has to eat, and the consumption of soul power also needs to be replenished.
Zhou Yi didn't become a god, and there wasn't even a vision of heaven and earth. It just rained a little at night.
She finally passed out on the playground and was taken away by the deputy dean of the Soul Guidance Department.
"If I really did what you said, would you change your opinion of me?" As soon as he arrived at the classroom that had been repaired yesterday, the spirited young man with a messy hairstyle came to Qianjie excitedly. In front of her, she still had a kind of recognition joy on her face.
"What's wrong with you?" Qianjie took a step back.
"Because I know, my family doesn't actually like that kind of clown behavior." There was a hint of smugness in her pink-blue eyes, as if she had been crushed by someone, and now she finally had the joy of raising her head and hoping.
"Really?" Qianjie bypassed Wang Dong noncommittally, came to his seat, and handed the breakfast he brought to Huo Yulin who was sitting on the seat.
Unfortunately, for more than a year, Huo Yulin knew nothing but grilled fish.
"Hey, what's your attitude?!" Wang Dong was angry.
Her voice was loud, causing the whole class to turn their heads, but after seeing the source of the sound, everyone turned their heads again.
Wang Dong, that’s not surprising.
"You didn't take your medicine this morning?" Before Qianjie said anything, Huo Yulin couldn't help it anymore.
"you……"
"I didn't take the medicine and bought it myself. If you want to have breakfast, I'll see if there's anything left and I'll reward you with some."
"You want to fight, right?!"
"Come on!" As soon as the table rang, Huo Yulin had already raised his hand.
"Okay, it's okay." Qianjie grabbed Huo Yulin at the right time. Just three days after entering school, the classroom was in ruins again.
Although he doesn't seem qualified to say this.
