What if I become Verlaine?

In the end Wei Lun persisted for two hours.

During this period, Bisiji frantically adjusted the flow speed of Qi more than 40 times. The speed of adjustment increased from 1 second at the beginning to a few tenths of a second at the end.

If Wei Lun made a mistake in his judgment and the flow of qi did not keep up with Bisiji's changes, Liuliuwu would be forced to stop immediately.

He gritted his teeth and closely followed Bisiji's changes, even though his arms were trembling when he blocked, he didn't allow his anger to fail to keep up.

When Bi Siji withdrew her hand and said, "It's ok", Wei Lun's breath was relieved, his knees softened, and he collapsed to the ground.

His whole body seemed to be splashed with water, his whole body was drenched, strands of hair stuck to his cheeks, and his shirt became translucent, outlining his perfect figure like a god.

Bisiji admired the beautiful man in front of her. She sucked her saliva, clapped her hands and said, "Get up! How can you be dead immediately after training? Why don't you adjust your Qi and go to meditation training?!"

Wei Lun gritted his teeth and propped himself up on the ground. He took a long breath, and then changed his breathing rhythm, trying to calm down his heartbeat, and relieve the soreness of his muscles and the feeling of cramping in his limbs.

Bisiji commented: "Your strength has remained good, and your consciousness is still as sharp as before. Your body is a little uncoordinated, causing your qi to stagnate a little when changing, and it will consume more energy for you, otherwise you will not would be so tiring."

Wei Lun nodded feebly, he wanted to raise his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and in the next second a towel covered his head, blocking his sight.

Wei Lun was half a beat late to realize that this was the towel thrown by Rimbaud, and then he felt Rimbaud's hands rubbing the towel to help him wipe the sweat from his face and hair.

Wei Lun immediately relaxed his shoulders, he closed his eyes slightly, and obediently let Rimbaud rub it back and forth.

Rimbaud's fingers were slender and strong, and the strength of kneading and pressing was moderate. Wei Lun felt that he was about to soften into a puddle of mud.

Bi Siji is still commenting: "You need to activate the cells, muscles, meridians and bones of the whole body. According to today's speed, about half a month is enough for you to recover to the full state, and then you will practice the moves..."

The girl was talking, but suddenly she didn't want to talk.

Bi Siji looked at Rimbaud wiping Wei Lun's head with displeasure, and the corners of his mouth curled down: "Ah, this smells sour."

She turned her head suddenly: "Hmph, stop talking, I'm hungry, do you have food?"

Toolman John immediately said, "Yes, it's still hot. I'll bring it to you."

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at Bi Siji excitedly: "You are so powerful, aren't you too strong?"

Seeing the boy's blue eyes filled with his own image, Bi Siji's mood improved again.

When you see a strong person, you will naturally show admiration and praise, and you will be determined to become stronger yourself. Such bright and firm eyes really make people feel happy.

Bi Siji smiled triumphantly, and she said to the boy: "Yes~ why don't you beg me quickly? If I am happy, I can teach you everything!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also said excitedly: "Really? Okay, I beg you, can you teach me? If you need it in the future, I will repay you!"

Biski was elated after hearing this.

In terms of her strength, if she encounters troubles, Zhongyuanzhong can't solve them, but the boy agrees without hesitation, which makes Bi Siji feel very heart-warming.

"...Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Bi Siji covered her face with her hands. Although the sour smell next to her was disgusting, it was also very eye-catching. The sapphire in front of her was even more touching. Taught her, Bi Siji vowed to teach Zhongyuan Zhongye to be a master!

The girl put her hips on her hips and said decisively: "Don't worry, I will make you the strongest of the younger generation! Go and beat up Qi Ya who talks about me every day!"

Bisji went to eat, and Zhongyuan Zhong also joined the girl to listen to Bisji's talk about some mind-power skills.

Wei Lun didn't eat. After enjoying Rimbaud's hair-wiping service, he ran directly to the roof of the villa, sat on the sloping eaves, and meditated with his legs crossed.

Rimbaud asked doubtfully, "Will you be hungry if you don't eat?"

Bisiji said: "No, a little hunger will help activate the activity of his whole body, and it will be fine in the evening."

As Biski said, Waylon ran down from the roof when the sun went down on the horizon and the moon rose into the sky.

He looked refreshed, completely free from the tiredness and vulnerability of the afternoon, and even felt more alive and refreshed.

Wei Lun was very hungry, and Bi Siji asked John to make a lot of things ahead of time in the afternoon. Now Wei Lun went down the mountain like a hungry tiger, eating more than a dozen pieces of steak to alleviate the need for food.

After eating and drinking enough, Wei Lun looked alive.

Bi Siji hooked Wei Lun again: "Do it again."

Waylon stood up happily.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned: "Is the training so frequent?"

Rimbaud was also a little surprised: "Didn't you lose your standing after practicing in the afternoon? Is there any problem with such a high intensity?"

Bisji said in a flat tone: "The battle of the psychic has extremely high requirements on endurance, observation, judgment, logical thinking, and analytical ability, and physical strength supports all of these."

"You can't run out of energy at any time, you can guarantee enough strength to fight at any time, and you can't give up thinking and hope no matter how dangerous the situation is."

Bi Siji looked at Nakahara Chuya: "Don't forget that after becoming a person with the ability to read, you will be hunted by others. If you don't want to be a prey and be served on the table, you must always be vigilant."

Zhongyuan Zhong also nodded heavily: "I understand."

Bi Siji took Wei Lun to practice Liuliuwu again, this time only for half an hour.

The feeling of Wei Lun's move is completely different from that of the afternoon, the movement is smooth, the power of thought is round and silky, obviously improved a lot.

Only then was Bisiji satisfied: "Very well, I'm recovering well, after that, it's enough to practice Liuliu dance once a day, and you can do basic training by yourself in the rest of the time."

Wei Lun said happily: "No problem, calculated at this speed, I will be able to chat with my old friends on the phone in half a month."

Bi Siji understood: "Is it going to be reopened? It's hard for you to be salty until now."

After eating, Nakahara Zhong also went to the second floor to read and study.

The teenager needs to brush up on the language, and he also needs to complete the thesis on gray forces and common sense assigned by Rimbaud. As an auxiliary teacher, John is responsible for urging the boy to do his homework.

Bisiji went back to the third floor to take a bath. She planned to let her Nianli doll give herself a full-body spa. The most wonderful thing is that the villa on the third floor has a skylight. Open the skylight, and you can watch the stars in the night sky while taking a bath. The scenery is amazing. good.

There is also a bathroom on the first floor. After taking a shower, Wei Lun didn't put on any clothes. He wrapped himself in a towel and walked out with his bare feet on the floor.

The size of the room is small, and there is a table next to the double bed. Rimbaud is sitting in front of the table and reading materials.

Wei Lun's eyes darkened, and he glanced at the soft bed, with a smile on his lips.

He walked behind Rimbaud, put his hand on Rimbaud's shoulder, bent slightly, leaned into the young man's ear and whispered, "Still reading the materials?"

Lan Bo only felt a rush of heat, he raised his head slightly, because he was sitting, Wei Lun was standing, Lan Bo's eyes just fell on Wei Lun's thin but well-shaped abdominal muscles superior.

Wei Lun had just finished taking a shower, and there were still drops of water rolling on his body. The crystal clear drop of water silently crossed the side of his beautiful body, fell from the abdominal muscles into the inner thigh, and was then blocked by the bath towel.

Rimbaud's heart suddenly turned into a ball of yarn, and there was a little golden gradient meow beside him, stretching out his little paws, gently plucking the ball of yarn.

Rimbaud moved quickly, and threw all the materials and pens into the coloring book.

The black-haired young man stood up slowly, leaning his back against the table, and looked at Wei Lun with a smile: "If you don't read the information, what should you do?"

Wei Lun blinked, pinched his waist with one hand, and stuck it around the waistline of the bath towel, and said slowly: "You said to Bi Siji that one body will have two reactions, and it feels like it's earned?"

He stretched out his other hand and gently lifted the hair beside Rimbaud's cheek, bringing the distance between them closer.

"Then do you want to try another reaction?"

Rimbaud's eyes were full of golden hair scattered, followed by Wei Lun's bright and excited eyes. Through these eyes, Rimbaud seemed to see a beast that was about to charge.

Rimbaud drew a long tone, but his voice unconsciously became low and hoarse. He looked at Wei Lun with a half-smile: "You seem to be very tired today?"

"No, you should say, my body has been fully activated."

Wei Lun tentatively stretched out his hand to push Rimbaud's shoulder, his strength was not strong, if Rimbaud refused, Wei Lun's hand could be opened with light force.

Rimbaud raised his eyebrows, he reached out and grabbed Wei Lun's wrist: "Activate? Then I'm not welcome?"

Wei Lun leaned forward slightly, exerted force on his wrist, and continued to push Rimbaud's shoulder, pushing the black-haired youth onto the table.

Facing Rimbaud's slightly surprised eyes, Wei Lun leaned on Rimbaud's shoulder and smiled lowly: "I'm the one who was rude, didn't I say so? It's a different feeling, I'm not Verlaine, I'm very skilled ~"

Wei Lun straightened his body slightly, his hand stuck into Rimbaud's collar, his fingers seemed to have magical powers, the delicate and soft wind gently touched his fair skin, and Rimbaud unconsciously felt a sense of trembling .

The black-haired young man snorted, and then let out a hearty laugh.

He stretched out his hand, hooked Wei Lun's head off, and said lazily: "Since you said so, let me warm up."