Brother Zhang had just finished class and was about to get off work. On his way back to the office to pack his things, he was suddenly stopped by the kids in the class.
"Lao Zhang, let's go out for a party tonight, let's come together."
Brother Zhang was used to being called Lao Zhang by these little brats, and he was happy to hang out with them, so he didn't think there was anything unserious about it.
"What day is it again?"
"It's not a bad day, you'll know when you come here."
Brother Zhang looked at the timid Chen Siwen next to him: "Are you following them?"
"No...they said today is your birthday and they want to celebrate your birthday."
Brother Zhang suddenly realized that today was his birthday. He had forgotten about it. It had been a long time since he had a birthday, and most of the people around him didn't have this habit. Over time, he never thought about it. question.
However, he was very happy to think that someone still remembered his birthday, so he readily agreed to the invitation of the little bastards and went to play with them. However, their entertainment activities were also very simple. Zhou Huan is now also a famous person around the school. He knows all the hotels and KTVs around him, and this young man's one-stop service is nothing more than having a meal in a small restaurant and then going somewhere to have fun.
Brother Zhang doesn't like this kind of noisy atmosphere, but he likes to be with these little bastards, especially seeing them lively and joyful. This is something that Brother Zhang has never experienced in life. He Even if you just sit there with your chin in your hands and listen to them sing those internet songs, you will still feel happy.
"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, have you heard?"
Zhou Huan, the monitor of their class, came over and said to Brother Zhang: "Next week the school will start the selection for the competition."
"What?" Brother Zhang was stunned for a moment: "What competition?"
"You don't know?" Zhou Huan chuckled: "It means first the class selection, then the grade competition, and finally the school's internal knockout. Finally, our school will select five people to compete with other sects. The candidates for our class have not yet been determined. Tomorrow I will Let’s discuss the selection with the magic teacher, I don’t know if I can do it.”
Brother Zhang nodded: "Come on, no matter whether you can get the noun or not, I will take you to my farm to spend the weekend."
Hearing Brother Zhang's words, the little bastards in the entire box became excited, cheering one after another. They had long known that their old man Zhang had a farm, but they had never had the chance to go there and play there. Now they have their old man. Zhang Fang said that they could finally go for a nice walk.
Their noise soon attracted the drunkards in the box next door. Those drunkards were very drunk, and they were followed by a few disheveled girls. Maybe they saw that these were young brats, maybe they wanted to be in the room. Showing off in front of the girl, they looked very fierce when they opened the door, pointing into the room and yelling at her.
Brother Zhang was planning to get up and argue with them, but before he could get up, Zhou Huan got the better of him. Zhou Huan stood up and led some of the tough guys in the class to the front of the drunkards. Station: "Guys, what's the matter?"
Zhou Huan himself has a body like an ox. In addition, he has practiced these days and specializes in physical skills. Although he is less than twenty years old, he is almost two meters tall. With his strong body, he looks like a bear. Similar.
Several of his younger brothers are not economical lamps either. They have a Jianghu aura that pokes at them, saying that there are not many lives on them, and the lawsuit cannot be justified.
"It's okay...it's okay. I just wanted to come over and see if there are any acquaintances." The drunken men woke up at that time and looked up at Zhou Huan and the tendons on his body: "Brother...we I took the wrong step, gone, gone.”
They gave Zhou Huan a cigarette while retreating, then closed the door and fled quickly. The people in the room suddenly burst into laughter, and Zhou Huan patted his chest and said, "I just say that training all over the body is effective."
The boys next to him were licking him until Chen Siwen hit him with his arm and said, "Teacher Zhang is still here..."
When Zhou Huan turned around and looked at Brother Zhang, he immediately changed his face and said with a flattering smile: "Hehe...Old Zhang, I was quite handsome just now, wasn't I?"
"It's best not to have conflicts with others outside." Brother Zhang shook his head and said, "Whether it's being beaten or beating others, it's not good."
"I know, this is someone else looking for trouble." Zhou Huan stretched out and sat next to Brother Zhang, picked up a bottle of beer and pried it lightly with his thumb, and the beer cap flew out with a bang: "Old Zhang drinks. .”
The public security in this place is indeed not very good. They are not willing to provoke the old gangsters in society just now if they have to worry about ordinary people, but these little bastards don't care about that. Zhou Huan himself is a gangster and is now a super Although the students in the capable class are only entry-level, they are all selected by rats using the magic of heaven. They have good foundation and make rapid progress, but their inflation is still a bit bloated.
In the end, Brother Zhang did not expect. The people who had left just now actually came back. There must have been about thirty people on the other side, and they blocked Zhou Huan and the others in the box.
The two parties were about to have a conflict, but Brother Zhang stopped Zhou Huan at this moment, walked forward, and chuckled: "These are my students. They have no experience in speaking and doing things. Please forgive me."
The other party was obviously the unreasonable type. They came here with no intention of trying to reason with the other party. They rushed forward and shouted at Brother Zhang. The content of the shout was nothing more than that the face they had just lost must be regained. Come.
Brother Zhang just laughed the whole time, and then he was about to take out his phone to call the police. When he took it out, the person opposite actually grabbed his phone. Brother Zhang retracted his hand and hit the person on the shoulder with his hand. , with a pop, the guy who grabbed the phone fell to the ground.
Then the person opposite suddenly became red-eyed and wanted to fuck Brother Zhang, but he didn't even take out his other hand, he just poked their chests with his fingers almost at the same time.
After the time domain disappeared, all thirty people covered their chests and began to roll on the ground, crying out for mother in pain.
At this time, Brother Zhang picked up the phone again and started to call the police. No one knew how fast he moved just now. Even the few bastards in the class who were famous for their speed did not see when Brother Zhang took action. , anyway, they all fell in an instant.
Soon Uncle JC came, and the people on the ground and Brother Zhang were all taken away. Before Brother Zhang was taken away, Brother Zhang just smiled and said to Zhou Huan: "Take them all back."
But Brother Zhang came out quickly, because after calling the surveillance system, it was found that he didn't make a move at all. He could only be seen taking out his mobile phone and preparing to make a call, and then the thirty people opposite him fell in a circle.
They also informed the Secret Service about this matter. People from the Secret Service came and went, and then issued a list, saying that it was not a supernatural incident, but that it was most likely that those people had some strange disease or something.
Anyway, the matter ended like this, and those people were injured in vain. After all, no party had evidence that they were attacked, and they couldn't even find a target to claim compensation.
Brother Zhang came out that night, and the person who came to pick him up was Chen Ting, Mouse's immediate superior. After picking up Brother Zhang, he smiled in the car and said, "Did you really become a teacher?"
"Well, that's interesting."
"Okay, but you did the right thing today. If you let those kids take action, it will be very troublesome. They don't have a serious intention to do it. If something really happens, it will be recorded on the record."
"Yeah." Brother Zhang nodded: "I just don't want them to take action. They are all good children. It's not worthwhile to be implicated in these things."
"This is my phone number." Chen Ting took out a business card and handed it to Brother Zhang: "If you encounter anything in the future, just call me and I will help you handle it."
Brother Zhang took the business card and whispered: "Thank you."
"What's there to thank you for? I don't even know who you are if others don't know me. Helping you means I'm helping myself. If something goes wrong for you, I won't be able to write a report on the people under your command. Chen Ting sent Brother Zhang to Chang'an Lane: "Here we are, come to my place for tea when you have time."
"good."
Watching Chen Ting's car leave, Brother Zhang turned around and saw the Thunder Dragon sitting on the archway of Chang'an Lane.
"What are you doing sitting up there?"
"I'm keeping time." Brontosaurus glanced at his watch: "If you don't show up in another half hour, someone will have to pay a heavy price."
"No need." Brother Zhang waved to him: "I'll make you a midnight snack."
Thunder Dragon jumped down with a swish: "Blooming starch sausage, fried tenderloin."
"Okay." Brother Zhang put his hands in his pockets: "I can handle some things myself. You don't have to help me solve everything."
"I know." Thunder Dragon nodded and said, "Let's go back first."
Speaking of which, Brother Zhang's handling methods this time can be said to be at the textbook level. The veteran Thunder Dragon gave him high praise, but Brother Zhang also keenly discovered a problem, that is, it is very difficult to go out to do something by himself. It's easy to go wrong, which makes him a little distressed.
"I think your ability needs to be pushed down further." Brontosaurus said vaguely with a starch intestine in his mouth: "It's almost the same level as Qing Lingzi, or it can be pushed a little further."
"Me, me." Xu Wei lay on the side and pointed at herself and said, "It's almost as good as me, and it won't be too weak."
"Aren't you weak? If you didn't have those magic weapons, you would be nothing more than a loser." Thunder Dragon poked her head with his finger: "It will take at least ten years for you to be able to compete with your master and me."
"How can I compare with you? I have only been practicing for a few years and you have been practicing for so many years." Xu Wei sighed: "I, a thunder dragon, feel really wronged."
"What a grievance. Who in the Nine Heavens Thunder Department doesn't pamper you, my little nephew? You can call them all with just one voice, even if I can't call them. You are the only one who can use the Nine Heavens Thunder Movement."
Brother Zhang smiled and glanced at Xu Wei: "Master of shaking people."
"It's not my ability to shake people, what should I do if I'm just a dishonest person."
As they were talking, the door was opened, and then they saw Gray, the queen of another world, pushing the door in. She came to the counter and put her sword Rose Goddess up: "One drink, one more." Delicious roast chicken.”
"Hey, isn't this Her Majesty the Queen? She has such a stinking face." Xu Wei and Gray were already very familiar with each other. She stood up with a smile and said, "Who provoked you?"
"Don't mention it." Queen Gray took a deep breath: "My brother joined forces with foreigners to stage a coup. I'm so annoyed. He occupied four of his own provinces and established an independent country."
"Where is the Red Dragon Queen?" Xu Wei asked curiously: "You took her away last time and I haven't seen her since. I miss her quite a bit."
Queen Gray shook her head: "We can't bring her here. We need to let her adapt for a while. She is clamoring for watching cartoons all day long. Where can I get cartoons for her to watch? Although her body is almost an adult, her mind Too young.”
At this time, Brother Zhang raised his head and glanced at Queen Gray: "What will happen if you lose your brother's coup?"
"They will be put into a large copper pot and fried until golden on both sides and then distributed to the soldiers." Queen Gray glanced at Brother Zhang: "You ask this suddenly, you don't want to eat me, do you? ?”
"No." Brother Zhang pointed to the door: "If it really fails, you can take refuge here and work as a waiter here."
"Okay, but at what cost? You don't like sensuality."
Thunder Dragon stuffed the starch sausage into his mouth in a few mouthfuls: "I like it, I like it. Let's study it carefully then."
Brother Zhang smiled and shook his head and sat down: "You are a very powerful magician, right? I want to learn magic."
"No." Gray waved his hand and said: "It's not that I don't teach, it's that you can't learn. I've tried it a long time ago. You are a magic insulator, immune to magic. If you are immune to magic, you can't communicate with magic elves, so what else? What about doing magic?”
"Magic elf?"
"That's right." Queen Gray held out a finger: "Flame, your loyal servant prays to you for strength, Fire Dragon!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a huge flame dragon burned around her body. This power was restrained, but it still had very turbulent power.
Brother Zhang imitated Queen Grey: "Fire..."
Before he even uttered a second word, the flames of the Flame King had already surged into the sky. The small restaurant was like a steel-making furnace, with blazing flames spurting out from all the gaps and directly swallowing Gray's body. Fire dragon.
The flame summoned by Brother Zhang seemed to be spiritual and did not cause any harm. It just added an ionic person in the room. When Gray saw it, he knelt down: "Fire Spirit" King of……"
The Flame Elf King glanced at her, then turned to face Little Brother Zhang and bowed down very humbly and kissed Little Brother Zhang's fingers, then turned into ion flame and disappeared.
"Wow..." Thunder Dragon said sarcastically next to him: "Your Elf King is so polite."
Queen Gray looked at Brother Zhang in astonishment, then stood up and patted the dust on her body: "What kind of magic do you still want to learn? It's insulting...it's true."
Brother Zhang sighed, feeling helpless, but there was nothing he could do.
However, although he was afraid that he would not be able to learn magic, he actually listened to Thunder Dragon's request for him to exert more strength. I found Qing Lingzi the next day and asked Qing Lingzi to issue a self-assessment report.
This stumped Qing Lingzi. Qing Lingzi, who was always fearless and knew what to do about everything, was sitting in the office during his lunch break, chewing on his pen and trying every means to give his boss a solution. quantification reference system.
This thing, there is a combat power index in Dragon Ball, and what levels are there, but when it comes to the real world, there is really no suitable quantitative standard. Everyone talks about heaven and earth, but heaven and earth are not indicators of ability. That's a job title, just like a senior teacher or an intermediate carpenter. There are only a lot of immortals who can't fight. There are also a lot of earthly immortals who can make waves. It's really difficult to issue quantitative standards for this thing. Reference objects It’s hard to choose. You can't use TNT as an indicator, right? One Sword Immortal is equivalent to three thousand pounds of TNT? This is not appropriate either.
Qing Lingzi felt the pain of working as a worker for the first time. The key point was that he had no one to discuss with. In the end, Qing Lingzi had no choice but to piece together things and talk nonsense.
So Brother Zhang finally got a very outrageous standard self-assessment form for combat power, such as being able to defeat a chicken with his bare hands, defeat a dog with his bare hands, defeat a pig with his bare hands...
In the end, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he carried his things and went to find Qing Lingzi. Qing Lingzi hesitated for a long time and finally lowered his head and admitted his mistake, and then promised to give a reasonable answer within three days.
But the problem is that this thing is not that easy. He racked his brains and couldn't fully measure it. In the end, he simply found the physics teachers in the school out of desperation, and got inspiration from the physics teachers by showing off his old tricks.
In the end, Qing Lingzi actually came up with a device, which is a measuring instrument for power transfer. The principle is to use spiritual energy to boil water to generate electricity, and then pass it through a large resistor to see how many bulbs can be lit. The more bulbs that are lit, the better it is. Force, while those in the physical fitness group just hand-cranked the machine to boil water and generate electricity.
A light bulb represents an order of magnitude, and then it is unscientific to complete a rigid standard measurement like this. However, this thing is simple and efficient, with not so many twists and turns, and more light bulbs can be added to measure players in higher ability groups. In theory, even God can detect it. After all, the energy conversion loss is so huge, right? Except for Brother Zhang, it is unlikely that the equipment will be burned.
Otherwise, people were forced to come out. Qing Lingzi used all his power to light up eight big light bulbs and four small light bulbs. Jinmei can light up twelve big light bulbs in normal condition, and Xiao Zhang only needs to use his power to Just eight light bulbs is enough, which almost puts the ability at the level of Qing Lingzi.
As for the others, Thunder Dragon also played a bit. If he didn't use his ability to cheat, he could only make 2, 5 big ones and 7 small ones, which was considered 5.7. In addition to these few people in the school, the Great Demon was 8.2, which was still 8.2. There are some bits and pieces, the highest is about 8 bubbles.
"There's something about this thing." Zhang Yao, the backbone of the technical department, was silent for a long time after seeing the Qinglingzi light bulb counter and sighed: "This thing is so easy to use. Why didn't I think of such a simple principle? What? But I think this thing can be improved a bit, otherwise what’s the point of having a kettle next to it?”
Qing Lingzi's device is easy to use, but how can I put it... it's just a bit ugly. After all, it was a device that was saved by the male physics teachers in the school. The thing that generates electricity is a welded kettle. Treat it as a steam boiler and use a glass tube to glue a sealed pipe. This thing requires safety but no safety, accuracy but no precision. It is even ugly...
Zhang Yao felt that with such a simple principle, she would definitely be able to create a beautiful device. Wouldn't it be a lot of money by then?
(End of chapter)
