In the morning, there was only one event, the ancient martial arts competition.
In the afternoon, we will teach simple ancient martial arts movements. As a countdown, Jiang Yao Qingxi will explain it alone.
His whole body ached from being tortured, He Qianli looked at Jiang Yaoqing with red eyes and finally sighed softly.
"You should rest for a while first."
With two tears hanging down her face, Jiang Yaoqing sat pitifully aside.
He Qianli had doubts about his professional level.
He knew that support was difficult to teach, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult.
How to teach pain sensitivity? Can't beat it. How to teach tear incontinence? Can't scold. Not to mention that Jiang Yaoqing's mentor is also his savior.
Rolling up his sleeves, He Qianli sat next to Jiang Yaoqing and spoke carefully.
"Do you have a particularly good friend Gu Wu?"
The purpose of this training is mainly to strengthen the physical fitness and ancient martial arts skills of the students in the auxiliary department. It is not particularly difficult and the requirements are not very high.
Hearing this, Jiang Yaoqing nodded decisively.
"have."
"It really doesn't work..." He Qianli pinched his fingers and made a banging sound. "I'll ask your friend for leave and ask him to come over and teach you."
"They have classes at school, wouldn't it be bad if they delayed their studies?" Jiang Yaoqing took a few breaths and adjusted her state.
Both the assault and roaming departments have relatively heavy coursework, so it is a bit unrealistic for them to take time off to teach themselves ancient martial arts.
He Qianli nodded and sighed.
"That's true."
"How long have you been sick?" He Qianli considered his words and asked Jiang Yaoqing beside him.
"It's been like this since birth."
Jiang Yaoqing felt a little stuffy, so she followed He Qianli's example and pulled up her sleeves.
The red marks on her arms were exposed, which looked shocking on Jiang Yaoqing's already fair skin.
He Qianli felt a little guilty. He had only taught the training of the offensive system, not the auxiliary system. He didn't expect the auxiliary department to be so fragile.
As a rough guy, he admitted that he really didn't know how to teach students from the auxiliary department, let alone students from the auxiliary department who were sensitive to pain.
Thinking of this, He Qianli was also a little confused.
"You are sensitive to pain, why do you still enter the live broadcast and take this path?"
The danger level in the live broadcast copy is much greater than this, and bumps and bruises are inevitable. There are even some dungeons that are so painful that a rough guy like me can't stand it, let alone a child with tender skin and tender flesh in front of him.
"Because I want to complete the SR-level copy." Jiang Yaoqing lowered her eyes and smiled, "I want to fulfill a wish."
He Qianli paused for a moment, then laughed twice.
Dreaming back to Da Zhuang in the [Paradise Welfare Home].
"Okay, I'm ambitious." He Qianli clapped his hands and stood up, "Then I must not waste this opportunity for military training."
"Did you see the training ground?"
"I saw it." Jiang Yaoqing felt a little uneasy.
"Run him twenty laps."
Jiang Yaoqing: "..."
How many laps?
Twenty laps?
I was exhausted even after running 200 meters.
"I believe you will definitely realize your wish. Although ancient martial arts is a bit difficult for you, the moves are easy to remember. Before that, you need to improve your physical fitness."
I wanted to cry but had no tears, but I had no other choice. after all……
What the company commander said does make sense.
"Okay." Jiang Yaoqing thought silently in her heart, twenty laps is twenty laps, and one lap is four hundred meters, which is four hundred meters.
I only need to run eighty one hundred meters to finish.
Not much at all…
Shit.
*
Xie Huaili stood in the attic on the second floor, flipping through the book in his hand. From time to time, he raised his eyes to glance at Jiang Yaoqing who was running below.
His wrists trembled slightly, and a trace of abnormal confusion flashed across Xie Huaili's eyes.
It's almost mid-month.
The other hand was on his forehead, and abnormal black scales were slowly emerging on his temple.
The color of his lips was unnaturally pale. Xie Huaili reached into his pocket and took out the lipstick he had bought before. He applied it lightly on his lips facing the window to make himself look better.
It's time for me to get sick again.
Outside the window, dark clouds pressed over the city.
It's going to rain.
With the lights on in the room, Xie Huaili just stared at his reflection in the window, with a hint of evil flashing in his eyes.
"get out."
The lights in the room flickered on and off, like a candle with insufficient oxygen, erratically swaying the flame.
There was a thunder outside the window, and the crackling raindrops pattered on the window, reflecting the man in a black suit and leather shoes behind Xie Huaili.
The man leaned over, snatched the lipstick from Xie Huaili's hand, and smelled the scent of the lipstick sickly and obsessively.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
The man was like a poisonous iris, constantly approaching Xie Huali, and the surrounding temperature was also dropping strangely at a very abnormal speed.
The rain on the window was frozen into ice beads, and the ambiguous lights in the house suddenly went out.
Xie Huaili was forced by the man to lift his chin and place a kiss on his lips.
"Master, my disciple heard that..."
"You took in another student."
"Didn't you promise me that you would never take on a second apprentice?"
Xie Huaili was relieved of his strength and was forced to cater to the man's movements.
"roll."
Xie Huaili showed disgust on his face, his beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with mist, and the slightly red eyes did not look like he was rejecting.
"Master, you provoked me first."
The man buried his head in Xie Huaili's neck, greedily plundering Xie Huaili's unique aura.
"Zhuang, Wan,"
Feeling the man's action of unbuttoning his clothes, Xie Huaili gritted his teeth and read the man's name in front of him. He wanted to push hard, but he couldn't use the strength because of his illness.
Zhuang Wan paused and looked at Xie Huaili under him with his lowered eyelids.
"This will bore you."
Zhuang Wan took advantage of the darkness and kissed Xie Huaili gently at the end of his eyes.
"When you provoked me like this, have you ever thought about my feelings?"
The voice was ridiculously hoarse, but the man was already moved.
He stood up and put his hand on Xie Huaili's heart.
A warm current was sent to Xie Huaili's body, and Zhuang Wan's figure gradually dissipated.
"That's fine."
"I'll take this lipstick away."
…
Xie Huaili's eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips pursed, his face flushed, and his foggy blue pupils fell casually outside the window.
Looking at his disheveled clothes, Xie Huaili had a hint of shyness on his face.
On the tip of her nose was Zhuang Wan's breath.
The black scales on his temples slowly dissipated, and his arms could gain strength.
Pulling the tissue from the table, Xie Huaili wiped it on his lips.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of paper towels were wiped.
Seems to be very disgusting.
The scales at the temples reappeared.
Xie Huaili's eyes turned cold, his lips touched up and down, and he cursed clearly: "Get out."
The scales secretly retracted again.
