Bunny

In November in City A, a gust of wind blew up on the campus at night.

The autumn wind wrapped the leaves and slapped the window, making a "slap" sound on the half-open dormitory window.

All the other roommates in the dormitory have fallen asleep, only Wen Zhuo is still tossing and turning on the bed, hiding under the covers and looking at his phone.

What was displayed on his mobile phone was a document.

Feng Qi, male, was born on December [-]th, is [-] tall, weighs [-], and has a photo with a red background.

The person in the photo is between a teenager and an adult. Even in the photo, one can see a certain arrogance, with round inch thick eyebrows, three white eyes and a high nose bridge, and a slightly pointed and angular chin. "Very fierce" feeling, watching Wen Zhuo tightly covering his heart.

harm, fear.

This information is the electronic information of senior high school students when they applied for college entrance examinations in high school. At the same time, it is also the information they submitted when the police academy selected the number of people for closed training.

City A Police Academy has a tradition every year. Three months after entering school, that is, in December, freshmen will participate in a closed training session for one month.

And today is NO.30, which is the last day of November, and they will go to the training base tomorrow.

This document has been read by Wen Zhuo dozens of times, he flipped the document to the end with his fingers, and saw that line of words again.

Closed training student number: 300.

Wen Zhuo tremblingly opened his profile again, turned to the bottom, and saw his student number: 1.

The closed training requires 600 freshmen to be selected by random, [-] men and [-] women, and the elimination system will be adopted, one-to-one fights, until the end, and one man and one woman will be left to participate in the final competition.

Wen Zhuo didn't pay attention to closed training competitions at first, but his father, the principal of the police academy he was in, forced him to participate, and at least win the first knockout match.

The reason is also very simple, if Wen Zhuo was eliminated in the first knockout round, it would be too shameful and unworthy to be his son.

This kind of reason that there is nowhere to complain about the secondary school will drive Wen Zhuo to baldness. He has nothing to do with his old-fashioned father in his 50s. competitors.

The opponents for closed training are not random, but are arranged according to the student number, for example, 1 vs. 300, 2 vs. 299, Wen Zhuo is 1, so it is natural to be against 300.

And the one with student number 300 is called Fengqi, which is the only mountain he will conquer in future closed training.

Obviously, this high mountain is very mountainous.

Wen Zhuo put down his phone, squeezed his small arms, looked at the ceiling above his head, folded his hands silently, and prayed "Amitabha".

I, Wen Zhuo, hereby swear that Xinnan is willing to be a vegetarian for the rest of his life, and only asks for Feng Qi to have an emergency on the day of the knockout round, so that I can advance safely, Amen.

Probably because Xinnan's desire was too strong, Wen Zhuo had a dream that night, dreaming that he was riding on the seal, and the seal was pressed by him so that he couldn't get up. He was very happy, and in the dream he kept saying "hahaha" happy.

"Hello? Wen Zhuo, wake up, run in the morning!"

The roommate was patting Wen Zhuo's face, trying to wake Wen Zhuo from his dream.

It was early morning at that time, and the soft light hit Wen Zhuo's face through the window, waking Wen Zhuo from sleepiness.

He yawned a little, and just about to turn over and sleep for a while, he heard his roommate say quietly: "Your dad knows you're lying around, so it's time to whip you again."

Wen Zhuo immediately got up from the bed, quickly put on his clothes, and rushed to the bathroom to wash up quickly.

In the mirror of the bathroom, there is an immature young boy's face reflected in the mirror, with a small round face and rabbit eyes, and the eyeballs are eccentric. He is not tall, about 1.7 meters, and his hair is black and soft. When he got up, he brushed his teeth and hummed a song, probably because he had some sweet dream last night, and he is still happy now.

After the battle was resolved in 3 minutes, Wen Zhuo went downstairs with his partners.

It was around 50:[-] in the morning when they came down, and their police academy had to run exercises at [-]:[-] in the morning.

That's right, they still have to do exercises after college. This requirement was made by their dear Principal Wen, that is, Wen Zhuo's father himself.

When Wen Zhuo came down, he was shivered by the cold wind,

Although the winter in City A has not yet come, but he has already seen Liu Qiao for the first time, Wen Zhuo shook his head, cheered up and entered his class team with his roommates, waiting for the morning run.

As soon as the whistle sounded, all the students in the playground started running.

They usually run eight to ten laps in the morning exercise, but Wen Zhuo couldn't do it on the fifth lap, his face flushed, his thin chest heaved up and down, his breath didn't go well, and he suddenly coughed earth-shatteringly.

Wen Zhuo has always been in poor health. He actually wanted to apply for a school like the Department of Finance, but his father resolutely let him apply for the police academy.

Just because Wen's father's dream of being a hero that he didn't realize at the beginning now falls entirely on his son, and Wen Zhuo suffers unspeakably.

It's not that his son doesn't want to win over Wen's father, it's just that Wen Zhuo's body is weak, otherwise he wouldn't be afraid to check the information of the seal.

"It can't be done." Wen Zhuo couldn't run anymore, so he gestured to the teacher, stopped and walked slowly, the teacher nodded, and continued to run with the students.

Wen Zhuo walked along the track, and as he walked, he saw someone practicing physical fitness on the playground in the distance.

There is a team of about twenty people playing one-on-one.

Their school has some targeted training of the physical team, with special teachers to lead, do not run morning exercises with their ordinary students.

Wen Zhuo inadvertently looked back, and suddenly a tall and straight figure with half a profile passed by. He took a closer look and saw the person who begged for mercy in his dream last night.

It is the seal!

Hey, isn't this fate, brother!

Wen Zhuo cheered up, quietly deviated from the running track, and approached the middle of the playground to look.

Feng Qi was standing opposite a 1.8-meter-long, muscular male classmate. They were practicing fighting, one-to-one fighting. When Wen Zhuo walked over, they were just starting.

Wen Zhuo rubbed his hands excitedly——Classmate Feng, let me find out your weaknesses in advance!

The next second, the battle began.

In another second, the battle is over.

In less than a second, he saw the person who challenged the seal fell to the ground.

Wen Zhuo's smile froze on his face: What kind of fucking killer is this!

This, is it so fast?

Get up quickly!

Hit him!

Wen Zhuo waved his small fist anxiously.

The man on the ground really refused to admit defeat, got up again, rushed over fiercely, and was kicked to the ground again.

This kick was so hard that Wen Zhuo was taken aback, and he let out an "ah".

Feng Qi, whose back was facing Wen Zhuo, heard the movement, and turned his head to take a look.

This is also Wen Zhuo's first "meeting" with Feng Qi.

The person who turned around had sharp eyebrows, and raised his thick eyebrows. When he heard the movement and looked back, he had an indescribable sharpness, cold and lustful. Wen Zhuo's heartbeat accelerated crazily when he saw it. Holding his chest, he swallowed tremblingly.

Is it so cruel?

If it were me, would I be able to survive this kick?

No, don't panic, no matter how strong a person is, there will be weaknesses.

All he had to do was hold his breath and observe carefully——

Observe carefully.

observe.

Can't detect...I can't detect it!

At this time, the student who was kicked to the ground got up for the third time, took advantage of Feng Qi to turn around, and punched Feng Qi on the head.

Wen Zhuo clapped his hands excitedly, well done!

I knew you could do it!

Then, Wen Zhuo noticed that Feng Qi's face changed visibly with naked eyes.

His expressionless face just now became tense. He turned around and walked towards his opponent for the first time.

Wen Zhuo swallowed dryly.

I don't know what's going on, it's obviously not me who is fighting, but I feel so scared.

Then, Wen Zhuo saw that Feng Qi pressed the classmate on the ground and rubbed it in a fancy way. He was almost beaten. After the rubbing was over, he ignored the other members of the team, turned his head, picked up a coat from the ground, threw it on his shoulder, and left. .

It's so hard to die, the direction he was walking happened to pass by Wen Zhuo.

Wen Zhuo: Eyes, nose, nose, heart. The old monk enters meditation. Avalokitesvara sits on the lotus and sits motionless. Very well-behaved. Please don't look at me jpg.

The moment the seal passed by, Wen Zhuo felt that his chest stopped beating, and his nervous face was sweating. I don't know if it was his illusion. When the seal passed by him, he seemed to hear a sound Low smile.

Delusion?

Wen Zhuo touched his chest, then stroked his head as if to comfort him.

They were all frightened and hallucinated!

When the seal was gone, he squatted down with his hands on his chest, thinking to himself, he went to his father now to tell his father that the consequences of retiring from the competition would be disastrous, or that the consequences of fighting with the seal would be disastrous?

Wen Zhuo thought carefully for a while, and decided that he should find a rope to hang himself on the southeast branch.

Thinking of the scene of fighting with Feng Qi, Wen Zhuo couldn't help shivering.

Thinking of the scene of finding his father, Wen Zhuo almost trembled like a sieve.

These two men are more brutal than the other!

Just at this time, the classmate who just fought against Feng Qi was helped out by two people, and the three complained to each other while walking.

"Grandma, what are you doing with such a heavy hand for training? Do you want to beat someone to death!"

"That's right, shit, I'm going to teach him a damn sooner or later! Do you really think no one can beat him?"

Wen Zhuo burst into tears.

You are teaching me a lesson, what are you bragging about!

"However, this seal is very good for my little brother. I saw him give my little brother a head start before."

"What the hell do you mean by that? You still want to be his little brother?"

"That's all I said."

The three walked together and soon walked away.

The speaker had no intention of the listener, and the three of them walked away, but Wen Zhuo suddenly thought of a brilliant idea!

Why did he insist on fighting against the seal?

He can use wisdom to solve the problem, move his little head, if he wants to win the first match, he can use other methods!

Before the start of the game, he can get close to Feng Qi, establish a relationship, and recognize Feng Qi as the boss. When the time comes on stage, as long as Feng Qi thinks of his love and lets him do two tricks, he will be able to survive the first knockout round !

This is probably the legendary recognition of a thief as a father!

What a clever little ghost I am!

Wen Zhuo's rabbit eyes glowed, he jumped up humming a song, and happily ran in the direction where the seal left.

Classmate Feng, I'll call him "Dad" for the first time!