Recovery of Terror: I am the Patron Saint of China

"Don't worry too much. I just want to remind you to pay attention. You can go on with your work. I have other things to do." Lin Aicai also meant to see off the guests.

Lin Hao also understood that what he had to do was not to continue to sink, but to work hard to become stronger.

As soon as he returned to No. [-] Middle School where he was borrowing, Lin Hao felt a lot empty in the classroom.

Many former students have embarked on a new journey.

But soon some classmates pulled up the table.

"Students, many students from No. [-] Middle School are going to places where they are most needed in the motherland. There are not many people in our class. Now according to the opinions of the school leaders, our three classes are combined."

When Lin Hao heard this, he also pulled up the table and went to the new and larger venue and classroom. The class was much brighter, and the number of people seemed to be more than doubled than before. There were nearly a hundred people in a class.

When he came to the new classroom, Lin Hao found a familiar figure limping over.

"Isn't this Liu Xiong?" Lin Hao didn't move forward, muttering in his heart.

Shouldn't he still be in the hospital?Does it heal so quickly?
If so, this guy is really durable and can be used as a sandbag.

As soon as Liu Xiong appeared, he was surrounded by many students. After all, there were many students in No. [-] Middle and No. [-] Middle School who were all from a junior high school.

"What's the matter, Brother Bear?"

"Who beat you up again? Didn't you just get out of the hospital?"

"He NND, don't mention it, your No. [-] Middle School is really not human, even worse than Zhang Fan from our No. [-] Middle School." Liu Xiong looked bitter.

"Quickly tell me, who beat you up?"

"Damn it, who else is there, not that Song Ziyi!"

"Song Ziyi?"

"Brother Xiong, you have already joined the martial arts class of No. 200 Middle School, and your single-arm strength has already exceeded [-] kilograms. Aren't you the opponent of Song Ziyi?"

"Isn't Song Ziyi's opponent even at 200 kilograms?"

Many students in this new class were shocked when they heard this.

"Now our No. 20 Middle School has more than [-] classes combined into five classes. Brother Xiong originally thought that you could lead our No. [-] class to become the champion of this strength competition. It seems that we can't count on you."

Someone sighed.

"Damn it, it's not that so-and-so, Zhang Fan. If he hadn't joined the army this time and left, I would definitely beat him up."

"By the way, I heard that Song Ziyi stood up for someone in the cafeteria last time."

"Who?"

Asked if anyone in the new class had been to the cafeteria.

"It seems to be called Lin Hao."

"Lin Hao?" Hearing this, Liu Xiong froze for a moment.

"Hey, isn't this Lin Hao?" Someone recognized Lin Hao.

"Fuck!"

How is this such a coincidence?
Liu Xiong and his group looked over and saw Lin Hao looking at him kindly.

"Hi, how are you!"

Seeing Lin Hao say hello, Liu Xiong almost fainted. Is this world so small?Why did you meet him in this kind of place?

That's the only way, Liu Xiong made a plan.

"What's the matter, brother bear, what's the matter."

"Quick! Call 120!"

"Hit hammer 120, wait for the car to go to Brother Xiong, and everyone will pass by, send it to the infirmary, you hamapi."

"Yes yes yes, hurry up!"

Many students looked anxious, but Liu Xiong, who was pretending to be dead, was happy in his heart.

Watching someone carry him away.

I can't stop being happy.

"Am I that scary?" Lin Hao looked at the group of students, who were also scared and retreated tactically.

After all, Lin Hao is an S-level existence in their hearts.

But Lin Hao is usually just a small transparent existence.

If it weren't for the last conscription, many students in the class would not know that Lin Hao is S.

The group of people also hid aside, whispering.

But this group of people did not despise Lin Hao for not joining the army. After all, those who are still in this school have the same inner thoughts as Lin Hao.

"Fuck, this kid is actually an S?"

"Did you just know?"

"We promised to become scumbags together and learn technology after graduation, but you secretly went to Wuhan University?"

"Damn it usually looks like they are playing together, but when they go back and work hard, you can tell me if you are angry."

"Fuck, people like you are the ones that labor and management look down on the most."

Many students were filled with righteous indignation, and Lin Hao also walked over and patted them on the shoulder kindly.

"Students, what are you doing?"

I saw that group of people burst into laughter instantly.

"When Lin Hao said that he was a scumbag, it was your own imagination."

"That's right, Lin Hao will always be a god!"

"Haha, Brother Lin, since Ah Xiong is already cold, the third class will have to rely on you from now on."

Lin Hao looked at these students, all of them seemed to know how to change faces in Sichuan opera.

"You kid, what's your name?" Lin Hao also looked at a classmate and asked.

After all, people need friends wherever they go, and dogs are friends too.

"Brother Lin, my name is Fang Ping."

"Then what strength test did you just talk about?" Lin Hao asked, he also wanted to test his strength and bone tempering improvement during this period of time.

"You should not be good at the strength test." Many students also questioned Lin Hao when he saw Lin Hao's thin arms and legs, which looked so weak.

"Yes, Brother Lin, I'm not talking about you. You usually eat more. Although you are very talented, strength and talent are not the same thing. You should listen to me. Don't argue about this." Fang Ping was also a little Afraid, worried that Lin Hao's arms would not hold up.

"I'm not bragging to you, I can kill a cow with one punch." Lin Hao also looked at them and said.

The surrounding students looked suspicious and said: "Student Lin Hao, although your talent is S, but strength and talent are not linked."

"Then which one of you dares to wrestle with me?" Lin Hao also laughed.

"I'll do it." Fang Ping also replied.

"Yes, Fang Ping has a strength of 150 kilograms in one arm."

Many students looked forward to seeing the two sitting across the table. After all, they were all looking forward to Fang Ping being able to abuse Lin Hao once. After all, Fang Ping represented the face of No. [-] Middle School.

"It should be stable. Fang Ping's strength is in the middle and upper reaches of our class."

"This may be Fang Ping's only chance to abuse Lin Hao."

"Hush, don't make a sound, I'm starting to shout."

"start!"

Lin Hao and Fang Ping put their arms on the table, and they held hands.

"boom!"

In an instant, without any suspense, Fang Ping's hand was pressed on the table.

"It hurts, it hurts, let go, let go." Fang Ping also yelled in pain.

Many students also looked at Lin Hao with disbelief.

After all, Lin Hao's figure looks quite normal, but he is definitely not a strong and fat one. Why is his strength so strong?
There are still many students who can't believe it, wondering if Lin Hao used some cheating method.

Only Fang Ping grinned in pain at this moment, looked at Lin Hao with a resentful face and said, "Brother Lin, I am your little brother after all, so you should be more gentle."

"This is already my very light strength." Lin Hao said weakly.