Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

"Sport science doesn't apply to strangers. You have to treat qi practice as a new discipline." Meng Lang patted Zhuge Dali's calf lightly, and interrupted angrily, "Your leg meridians are overloaded. Get treated right away."

"Ah!?" Hearing what Meng Lang said, Zhuge Dali was a little scared, "It won't be serious, right? I didn't see any problems during my practice yesterday?"

Hearing what the little girl said, Meng Lang knocked her head angrily again: "What do you think I practiced with you yesterday for?"

"At that time, the metal balls that helped you practice all contained my inner qi. Whenever it hit you, some of my qi would penetrate into your body to help you warm and nourish your meridians. Otherwise, how could you, a beginner, continue to practice? practicing all day?"

Zhuge Dali: ω

Did Meng Lang treat me so well-intentioned?

"Okay, stop thinking about it, I'll use the Meng family's special fingering technique to help you recuperate your legs, and no matter what happens in a while, don't make a sound!" Meng Lang warned.

"Yeah!" Zhuge nodded vigorously, his beautiful big and small eyes flickering, ready to carefully observe Meng Lang's next move.

Meng was still worried, and said again with a serious face: "Remember! Don't make a sound! No matter how comfortable you are, don't make a sound!"

Then he stretched out his right index finger and pressed it towards Zhuge Dali's Yongquan point on his left foot.

Just when the little girl was still wondering what Meng Lang meant by "no matter how comfortable you are, don't make a sound"

"Ah" Zhuge Dali was stunned by the sudden numbness and comfort, and instinctively exclaimed.

Girls' scripts are sensitive, and at this time, Meng Lang used such a clever acupoint technique as Yiyang Finger to acupoint on the acupoints.

The little girl only felt that the other party's fingers seemed to have magical powers. Waves of agile breath poured into her body from the soles of her feet, and kept running around in her body. A warm current rushed into her throat, so that the sound she made was almost Unusually calm, that delicate voice startled herself.

"Dali! Did something happen in the room?" Soon, Hu Yifei's doubtful and expectant voice came from the door.

Knowing that her voice was heard, the little girl couldn't help but blush, she quickly withdrew her foot from Meng Lang's hand, and shouted to the door:

"It's okay, Miss Yifei! I just hurt my foot during the competition, and Meng Lang is rubbing it for me."

"Really... just rubbing your feet?" The female hooligan outside the door didn't seem to believe it.

Zhuge Dali looked a little flustered: "Of course! If you don't believe me, you can come in!"

"Forget it, I won't bother you, you have fun." Hu Yifei left a sentence full of ambiguity and left.

Meng Lang: ーー;

Seeing that Meng Lang's expression was not right, Zhuge Dali couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he thought of how he had repeatedly told him not to make a sound.

So the little girl clasped her hands together, stared at someone Meng with watery eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it..."

Meng Lang wiped his face, shook his head and interrupted: "Forget it, what a big deal, let's continue, finish it early and I'll go back to rest early."

"OK, all right."

......

An hour later, Meng Lang came out of Zhuge Dali's room, just in time to see little girl Jia Zhaodi hugging the door frame and not wanting to go home. The company's colleagues surrounded her and were in a dilemma.

Then, Meng, who was in a bad mood, grabbed little Lolita by the back of the neck with a black face and threw her out of the gate of 3601...

At eight o'clock that night, Room 3601, Love Apartment.

On the sofa, Hu Yifei and Zhuge Dali, holding a glass of papaya milk, chatted while watching TV.

"Dali, do you think Meng Lang is acting weird today?"

"Have it?"

"He usually has a strong purpose in what he says and does, but today he brought that little girl surnamed Jia back and kicked her out. Doesn't he want to recruit her into the health brigade?"

Zhuge Dali's expression was flat: "Meng Lang gave up the idea of ​​recruiting Jia Zhaodi after seeing her in person. Now it seems that he should expect more from that Jia Zhengliang, besides"

After a pause, the little girl took a sip of the drink in her hand, and continued: "Besides, Meng Lang's most fundamental purpose today is to conduct an in-depth assessment of the two of us, not to recruit Jia Zhaodi."

Hearing this, Hu Yifei was full of doubts: "In-depth examination of the two of us? Didn't you say that we should find Jia Zhaodi?"

"That's just superficial. In fact, Meng Lang's thinking is very deep. I didn't realize it until I got to the monitoring room. The test he gave us this time is far more than just finding Jia Zhaodi."

"How to say?"

"Actually, with the help of the owner of the villa, Huang Baoqiang, as long as we think about it, finding Jia Zhaodi is a breeze. What Meng Lang wants to see is the method we choose to deal with this matter."

"Well, continue." Hu Yifei pretended to understand.

"Actually, as long as you observe carefully, you can find that Meng Lang is very serious and responsible for his work, so he will of course be cautious when choosing candidates to enter the health brigade. He does not allow his employees to have fatal flaws."

Thinking of the shortcomings, the little girl Zhuge Dali quietly took another sip of the papaya milk in her hand.

"The non-confidential information in Meng Lang's hands is transparent to me. In those materials, he has a high evaluation of your combat effectiveness, Sister Yifei, but in the column of character evaluation, it says that there is a suspected tendency to violence and needs to be observed."

"What!" Hu Yifei couldn't hold back when he heard that Meng Lang had secretly commented on him.

"Actually, if you ask anyone who has been in contact with you, Sister Yifei, you will probably get such an evaluation." The little girl continued to make up the knife mercilessly.

"Um, wasn't that impulsive when I was young, and now I have changed a lot."

"It was because he knew that you had changed that Meng Lang arranged for today's test, so that he could have an intuitive understanding of how much you have changed."

"For example, today, you didn't rely on force to do things the whole time. Instead, you always stood aside to fight for me. I believe that Meng Lang's evaluation score for your character should have been raised to a very high level."

Hu Yifei understood a little bit, but she was still a little uncertain and said, "You mean, I didn't do anything at the party today, but it greatly improved the overall evaluation in Meng Lang's eyes?"

The little girl nodded heavily and said: "That's it. In fact, today we are looking for someone. It doesn't matter who we are looking for, or even whether we can find it or not. The important thing is our performance in the course of action."

"Then you said he tested my character, so what did he test you for?"

"Combat power."

"Combat power?" Hu Yifei was a little surprised, "But aren't you the secretary?"

Zhuge vigorously shook his head and said: "As long as you enter the circle of other people, there is no such thing as a staff member. Self-protection ability is also a very important reference data."

"In Meng Lang's information, Sister Yifei, your combat power value is 99 points, while I only had 12 points before today."

"How is this score determined?"

"According to Meng Lang, his standard unit of measurement is Xiao Zizai, a temporary worker in the East China region, and he gets 100 points."

"Meng Lang also told me that his ultimate explosive power is probably between 6 and 9."

Hu Yifei couldn't help being speechless.

"That is to say, in his assessment, people who are not necessarily good enough for my wife have become the unit of measurement for combat power?"