Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife

Leng Yiyao followed Walker's direction and found the training ground quickly.

Similar to the playground she had imagined, they were all spacious, transparent and plastic running tracks. The only difference was that all the surroundings were covered by dense forests, and it looked like a football field opened up in a primeval forest from a distance. Of course, the size of this training field is exactly the same as the football field.

It's only the third class right now. Except for the students in the special class, most of the students in the surrounding classes are still staying in the classroom honestly.

In the distance, a woman in sportswear is demonstrating the use of electric batons in the center.

"This is the self-defense equipment most commonly used by women. It is one of the most advantageous self-defense weapons for women with weak and weak bodies." The woman in sportswear is one of the female trainers who are on the training ground all the time. The school considers that most girls wear a veil when they go out. It is inevitable that girls are not willing to exercise, and they are specially hired by high-paying professional training partners. As women, the group of girls is a lot more comfortable in front of her.

Leng Yiyao stood in the distance, listening casually, but did not approach. As a result, many people did not notice her hiding half of her body in the dense forest.

"This thing is so troublesome, it's not enough to have a gun." As the only daughter of the powerful, the talking girl looked at the electric baton, and a flash of contempt flashed in her eyes. Even if there are gangsters, the bodyguards next to her are enough to kill the other person. No matter how bad, there are guns for her from the family. Why bother.

"The term'wiping a gun and misfire' has been around for a long time. This student is afraid that he has never experienced it before, so he would say it is so light." Even if he can be hired into Shengde, even a training partner is not a soft persimmon. The girl's face was flushed, but she didn't dare to lose her temper again.

"Interested students can try their hands first." While speaking, the female instructor was already distributing power sticks.

For a while, the girls were very lively.

Only Liao Sijie kept looking around, turning his hands over and over and weighing the electric baton, absent-minded.

It's much simpler on the boys' side. Most people take the sports equipment they are interested in and sweat.

Leng Yiyao looked boring, except for the content of the exercise, which is almost no different from ordinary high school physical education.

Originally, this scene was quite harmonious. Leng Yiyao was about to continue to be a shadow figure, so she ran away from this class. Who knew that a figure suddenly sprang from her and ran past her.

I fixed my eyes and saw that he was a boy, standing in the center of the open space in front of the girls, and sternly glanced at the group of young girls who were playing with electric batons, with a fierce expression: "Who is a transfer student! Stand up for me!"

With a cold drink, the audience was stunned.

What the **** is this?

Why did someone from outside class suddenly run into the special training field?

The boys stopped the movement in their hands and looked over inexplicably. When they saw Leng Yiyao, who was half of his body still outside, and looked at the boy who had just passed her and was defiant, his expression suddenly became strange.

However, the boy who spoke loudly did not notice this, or that his eyes were not so good, he did not notice the expressions and looks of the boys at all, and he still shouted in the direction of the girls reluctantly: "Speak! Who! It’s a transfer student, enough to stand up by yourself!"

This tone....

Leng Yiyao looked at the sky very suspiciously, always feeling that she had suddenly fallen into a fake aristocratic school...