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Chapter 136 Little White Man and Little Black Man

"Huh?" Fang Jie glanced over: "Everyone who laughs, ten laps."

Everyone who was swept by Fang Jie shivered inadvertently.

Long Xiaofeng consciously took a step forward and started running around the track of the training ground. Following Long Xiaofeng's lead, the people who laughed also consciously walked out of the team one by one.

"It's... not bad, I couldn't hold back my laughter." No. [-] bit his tongue with his teeth, trying to wake himself up. The ten laps just now, plus the first twenty laps, now his His legs were already trembling. If he kept running... No. [-] felt terrible just thinking about it.

"I'll count to three, and those who don't run consciously will get ten more laps." Although Fang Jie did not observe these people with his eyes, with Fuxi Sword's space control, it can be said that the entire underground space is basically under Fang Jie's control. Any slightest disturbance could not be hidden from Fang Jie, so Fang Jie did not need to stare at these people with his naked eyes.

"Is it possible that the instructor is talking about me?" No. [-] glanced at the instructor tremblingly, but this glance happened to meet Fang Jie's eyes...

"What should I do? What should I do? It seems that the instructor is really talking about me." No. [-] saw the coldness in Fang Jie's eyes, but felt his trembling legs: "Ten laps or twenty laps..."

Nine felt like she was about to cry.

"If it leaves a bad impression of dishonesty in the instructor's mind..." A little white guy suddenly popped up in No. [-]'s heart.

"That's ten laps. If you run any further, you'll be dead!" Then a little black man jumped out of nowhere and continued.

"Think about it, if you were recorded by the instructor, how many shoes would you wear!" the little white man shouted with his mouth wide open.

"Ten laps! Think about your legs and your flesh. They can't stand up to you!" The little black man said with emotion and reason.

"If the instructor is talking about you, then it's twenty laps! Do you want to practice on your stomach tomorrow?" the little white man stretched out his hands and roared.

"Don't..." The little black man was about to say something.

The little white man jumped over and took the little black man away with a 360-degree spin kick.

"Believe me, there's nothing wrong!" the little white man said seriously, holding his hands on his chest.

After a fierce struggle in No. [-]'s head, he gritted his teeth. At this moment, he thought of his old mother at home, and her pair of cloudy eyes seemed to be staring at him...

He thought of his old father again, his calloused hands seeming to be caressing him...

He remembered again...

"I miss your sister! The big devil counted to two!" A Du, a little white man, even woke up No. [-] who had fallen into a dream.

No. [-] felt that his legs were shaking at this moment, but he gritted his teeth and took a step forward...

At this time, No. [-] next to him also took a step forward.

The two looked at each other. Nine was surprised to see Number Ten, and Ten was also surprised to see Nine. Nine seemed to suddenly understand the instructor's look...

"That horse riding was not looking at me. I didn't laugh. I swear I didn't laugh. I really didn't laugh..."

"Is it too late for me to go back now?"

"Instructor, I didn't walk out on purpose. It has nothing to do with me. My legs moved on their own."

"What will my comrades think of me if I step back?"

"Instructor, I did not take this step of my own free will. I was poisoned and I couldn't help but take this step. Can I go back?"

"Instructor, can you just pretend that this never happened..."

When No. [-] saw No. [-] next to him, his expression kept changing. He understood something and understood something, but... everything seemed to be too late.

"Don't think too much. If you take a step back, then ten turns may turn into twenty turns!" At some point, the little white man jumped out from some unknown place and said with his hands on his hips.

"Snapped"

No. [-] slapped the young white man to death like a mosquito, leaving no trace of his body.

"You... finally... understand." The weak little black man lay on the ground and stretched out his hand, looking at No. [-] longingly.

"Yes, I finally understand." Thug No. [-] took the little black man's little hand.

"Then I... can... rest in peace." After the little black man finished speaking, he lowered his hand.

"No... no!"

……

No. 17 took his second trembling step. At this time, No. [-], who started running, had already completed his fifteen laps. At this time, he and No. [-] looked at each other again.

"Ah ha, didn't this guy just finish running? Why are you running again?" NO.17 asked curiously, and then asked with his eyes: "Why are you running again?"

No. 17 understood the message in NO. [-]'s eyes: he sighed helplessly and replied with his eyes: "I am... bringing my own trouble..."

Looking at No. [-] and No. [-] who walked out at the same time, Fang Jie glanced at No. [-] in surprise and thought doubtfully: "The one who laughed just now was No. [-]? Yes? No? Could it be that I remembered it wrong? ? Isn’t there only number ten?”

"Never mind him, he can run if he wants to."

Fang Jie then threw the question to the back of his mind.

"Little rascal, come down quickly." Looking at Fang Nian who was still teasing his senior brother, Fang Jie quickly waved.

With the sound of "tapping" footsteps, Fang Nian jumped directly into Fang Jie's arms with a few bounds.

Seeing the little junior sister in front of him leave, Xiang Zhu finally couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Facing a little girl, he couldn't hit or scold him, and he had to endure other people's little hands touching his face... ...Fortunately, the junior sister was finally called down by her master.

"Dad, what are they doing?" Fang Nian asked, tilting his head and pointing at the group of people in front of him.

"They're training!" Fang Jie gently pinched his daughter's face: "Why are you here? Where is your mother?"

Fang Nian pouted and looked at his father and said, "Mom is training with my elder brothers and sisters, and there is no one to play with me."

"That's right!" Fang Jie touched Fang Nian's head: "Then who brought you here?"

"Grandpa!" Fang Nian said, squinting his eyes and enjoying Fang Jie's touch.

"What about the great-grandfather?"

"He's going down!" Fang Nian pointed downwards with his little finger.

"Okay, there's no one to play with the little rascal, so daddy can play with the little rascal!" Fang Jie said, pressing his forehead to Fang Nian's.

"I want to hear my dad tell stories." Fang Nian nodded happily.

"What story will it be?"

"The story of Havoc in Heaven!" Fang Nian replied.

"Then kiss me!" Fang Jie stretched out his profile and said.

"Mmm?" Fang Nian kissed Fang and explained.

"And this side." Fang Jie stretched out the other side of his face and said.

"Well..." Fang Nian thought for a moment, and for the sake of his Sun Dasheng story, he might as well just kiss my dad...

Although Fang Jie and Fang Nian were having a small interaction between father and daughter, everyone in Team [-] was staring ahead with their minds united, saying that they were determined not to look...

After all, there are so many role models on the track of the training ground, no one wants to be the next one to go for a run.

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