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Chapter 350 Teacher Injustice
"no!"

Everyone shouted impassioned and full of confidence.

And there is no penalty.

Just give it a go.

Ye Fan knew that Anyang was under great pressure, so he gave her an encouraging look, and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, let's start."

……

"Teacher Han Xun, who do you think will win this bet?"

Teacher Li, who was standing not far away, witnessed everything and immediately became interested.

Han Xun shook his head: "It's hard to say, Tang Shou and Wang Yi are very talented in cultivation."

"It must be faster to master the control of spiritual energy, but Anyang has great perseverance and great perseverance. It is really not sure who will win."

Teacher Li disagreed: "I think boys can win, and the perfect control of aura depends on talent."

"Effort is actually only a small part, and Anyang's talent is not enough to overwhelm everyone."

"No, no, perseverance and perseverance are equally important in the journey of cultivation, it's hard to say who will win the battle." Han Xun defended with a scheming look.

"No, the boy must win."

"No, I think Anyang has a great chance of winning."

"You just started dating with me, well, let's make a bet on this."

"If the boy wins, you jump rope a thousand times in front of all the teachers in the office, otherwise, I will jump." Teacher Li said harshly.

"Okay, just gamble, whoever is afraid of others, don't get pissed by the skipping rope and cry."

"it is good……"

In this way, Han Xun and Mr. Li's foreign gambling officially started.

Although neither of them can perfectly control the aura, they still have eyesight.

They can tell at a glance who has made great progress.

Therefore, their hearts also beat with the progress of the students.

After all, jumping a thousand ropes is no different from committing suicide. It hurts so much that you want to die...and you jump in front of all the teachers.

……

At this time, Anyang was sweating profusely in the classroom. Even if her legs were covered with scars, she couldn't stop her beating heart. Every time she beat, the severe pain in her legs was like a shot in the arm, reminding her to persevere.

once, twice, three times...

Countless times...

"uh-huh!"

With a muffled sound, Anyang fell to the ground, her numb legs could no longer support her bouncing.

The pain came like a flood, and it made her collapse instantly.

There were drops of water running down his face, whether it was sweat or tears.

But after a short nap, she still stood up firmly and waved the skipping rope again.

"Anyang, come on!"

"If you want to master the fundamentals of rope skipping, you must skillfully control the output of aura and maintain balance!"

Seeing that Anyang only knew about hard training, Han Xun kindly reminded him.

Anyang also felt encouraged and danced even harder.

White stains gradually appeared on the sportswear on his body.

This is the salt crystallization caused by sweat evaporation, re-wetting, and re-evaporation.

Anyang's efforts not only touch others, but also touch himself.

Finally... three hours are up.

She didn't complete a hundred skips.

The boys smiled in relief.

They may not win this competition, but they will definitely not lose...

"I come!"

Anyang handed the skipping rope to him with a cold face.

I don't know what's on my mind.

Just that moment.

She glanced at Ye Fan.

The latter gave her a restless look.

The competition is not over yet.

What are you panicking about?

Immediately, the boys camp.

They are also fighting for their honor, not afraid of fatigue and pain.

Fully submerge a heart into one's own aura, while pondering and summarizing, it seems that it is not far to find a point where balance can be maintained.

96, 97...

Wang Yi's legs trembled, but it was almost a hundred times.

not good.

Ye Fan was stunned.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yi was really going to finish it.

I didn't expect this kid to have potential.

And at this time, his role was brought into full play.

"Ahem, everyone, stop the skipping ropes in your hands!"

"98, 99..."

"I said stop!"

Ye Fan moved.

Like a ghost, he snatched the skipping rope from Wang Yi's hand.

Wang Yi was stunned.

His hands also maintained the posture of the last jump, his eyes were empty, and even a little desperate.

Almost finished the last one.

You don't have to endure all the pain anymore, you escaped the sea of ​​suffering immediately, and you were dragged down by Ye Fan?

It's like he just got to level 99 after playing a game.

Just about to level up, he was instantly killed by someone.

It fell directly to the first level, and everything returned to zero.

This feeling is like falling from heaven to hell, and it hurts so much.

"Teacher, you are eccentric! You obviously don't want me to win, so I'll jump to a hundred immediately."

Wang Yi felt a sense of grievance spontaneously.

Even other male students can feel it.

Because they are a gang.

To defend honor.

The teacher was indeed eccentric and blew the whistle.

Ye Fan ignored him, but clapped his hands.

"You two come with me and go to another place to practice, and the others will take turns skipping rope."

All are warriors.

The time of practice is not very certain.

Even staying up all night is fine.

Ye Fan intends to come only this time.

Otherwise, no time is a head.

Before leaving, Ye Fan blinked at Anyang.

Anyang immediately understood.

His eyes were full of gratitude.

He even thought to himself: Thank you, Ye Fan!
I didn't expect you to lose your face for my face.

What a caring and warm man!
"No, I won't go!"

Wang Yi was lying on the ground and splashing.

"The teacher is too eccentric, I am not convinced."

"What's wrong with girls? Can girls have privileges?"

Ye Fan shook his head.

"No privilege, but as a companion, I hope you will have some compassion."

"If you don't win this competition, you won't win the house, and you don't have the so-called dignity in your mouth."

"Its meaning is to let you practice hard."

Ning Han, who hadn't spoken for a long time, pointed to Anyang.

"Look at the injuries on Sister Anyang's body."

Everyone's eyes shifted.

At this time, she was already in a mess, no one part was intact, and her originally fair and delicate skin had become scarred.

The calf became thicker than twice, and it was almost as swollen as a boy's.

Even his arms and face were scratched, and the tears and sweat on his face were intertwined, just like a little cat, so cute and pitiful.

"This... Did I say something too much just now?" Wang Yi asked.

"It's a lot to say, and it hurts."

"Yes, and even blamed the teacher."

"Now it's up to you how to solve it. Prepare to explain the funeral. The photos are ready for you."

……

Wang Yi really wanted to hear everyone say no, but things backfired, and the cruel facts poured cold water on him.

He is not hard-hearted, they are all companions, and it must be fake to have no feelings.

If she hadn't taken the initiative to provoke, he believed that no one in the class would have regarded her as an opponent.

Looking at Anyang's pitiful look at this time.

He couldn't help having a sore nose, and wanted to go over to help her.

But I dare not, after all, my words may hurt him.

(End of this chapter)