Tales of Demons and Gods: Gaining one pound of strength every minute

"Beast!"

  "Who is a beast?"

  "You!"

  "How am I a beast?"

  "You know what you did!"

  "Sorry, I forgot what happened just now. If you really want me to remember, then let's re-enact it."

  "Get out of here, you beast, don't touch me!"

  "Still scolding, right? I'm not a delicate male king. I have plenty of strength and means! Cavalry Company, attack!"

  ...

  Half an hour later, the clouds cleared and the rain stopped.

  Shen Xiusheng lay flat on the creaking broken bed with no desire, like a corpse without a soul.

  "Are you still alive?" Chang Ping stretched out his carrot-thick index finger and probed Shen Xiu's breath.

  Unexpectedly, Shen Xiu suddenly jumped up and bit Chang Ping's finger.

  "Bo Chi!"

  Chang Ping was startled, and immediately greeted him with a palm as big as a palm leaf fan. After a big slap, Shen Xiu let go, easier to deal with than a turtle.

  Shen Xiu covered her face, sat up, leaned against the corner, and stared at Chang Ping with resentment.

  "Hurry up and get dressed! I have to go to class soon!" Chang Ping bent down to pick up the scattered underwear and underwear on the ground and threw them all to Shen Xiu.

  Shen Xiu's bite just now was not painful, but made him feel a little comfortable.

  "A beast like you is worthy of attending class?" Shen Xiu sneered while putting on clothes, "That's right, you should learn how to respect others, especially women! Since your parents didn't teach you well, then let the tutors in the college do it."

  Chang Ping heard that Shen Xiu was scolding him for having no family education.

  "Humph!" Chang Ping snatched the underwear that Shen Xiu was wearing and threw it heavily on the ground, "A vicious woman like you who eats people's hearts is worthy of respect? You only deserve Dick!"

  "No! I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again! Forgive me this time, I promise with my personality that there will never be a next time." Shen Xiu hugged Chang Ping's arm as thick as a telephone pole and begged bitterly.

  "Do you have personality?" Chang Ping pushed her down and snorted coldly, "You only have a pretentiousness!"

  Dongdongdong!

  The melodious bell rang, and the lunch break was over.

  Chang Ping left the dormitory on time and walked towards the classroom with a tiger's stride.

  In the dormitory, Shen Xiuruo was lying on her side like a pile of mud, her slender white legs drooping weakly beside the bed. She stared with cross-eyed eyes and had a look of being played with.

  After an unknown amount of time, she gradually regained consciousness.

  She felt a little surprised.

  Ever since she was poisoned by the old monster's black water, her whole body was in pain, as if she was being eaten by ten thousand ants.

  But now, this feeling disappeared without a trace.

  Shen Xiu suddenly remembered what the old monster said before he left, that only the antidote or a union with a man who truly loved her could alleviate the black water poison.

  "Does this beast really like me?" Shen Xiu frowned, and a strange feeling surged in her heart.

  She shook her head hurriedly and stopped thinking about this thing that was more terrible than killing her.

  Putting on her dress and shoes again, Shen Xiu panicked like a frightened little fox, and fled the battlefield full of gunfire and ran out of the tutor's dormitory area.

  If she knew that Chang Ping's dormitory was also here, she would rather lie on the table in the office to rest at noon than go back to the instructor's dormitory

  .     The morning is a theoretical class, and the afternoon is a practical class, or physical education class.

  The students in the beginner class of martial artists need to learn how to exercise their bodies correctly. Random exercise is not only useless, but harmful.

  Under the guidance of the instructor, everyone lined up in two neat columns of men and women and came to the martial arts training ground.

  This is an open-air training ground, similar to a modern gym. Although the place is not large, it is enough for the thirty or so students in the beginner class of martial artists.

  The team boarded the large cylindrical ring in the center of the martial arts training ground. Under the command of the instructor, six people were in a row, one meter apart, and spread out.

  "Everyone lie down and do fifty push-ups on the spot!" The male instructor said loudly, "Remember, the movements must be standard, don't lift your buttocks!"

  Probably because he didn't rest well at noon and was too tired, Chang Ping was unstable and fell on the ring.

  Before he could get up, the male instructor's two big feet suddenly appeared in front of him.

  "New here?"

  Chang Ping hummed.

  "Do fifty more!" The male instructor gave Chang Ping a show of power when they met for the first time.

  Shen Yue watched this scene with gloating, thinking: You deserve it! You took my seat!

  "Why?" Chang Ping patted the dirt on his hands and stood up, "Why do they only need to do fifty, but I need to do a hundred? You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

  Although Chang Ping was shorter than the instructor, he was just as imposing.

  "I'm the instructor, you're the student, you do whatever I tell you to do, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Seeing that the newcomer dared to contradict him, the instructor was furious.

  "I won't do it, so what?" Chang Ping widened his eyes, "You are a scum who treats people differently, you are not worthy to be my mentor."

  "Good! Very good!" The mentor laughed in anger, "I haven't met a troublemaker like you for many years. If you can beat me, you can do whatever you want in the practical class. But if you lose, just do what I say. How about it?"

  "No problem! I just want to test my true strength." Chang Ping was eager to try, "What do you say to compete? Whether it's weapons or fists and feet, I will accompany you to the end."

  "What an arrogant boy, you are afraid that others will say I am bullying you if you compete with weapons, so let's compete with fists and feet!" The mentor twisted his neck with a click, "Everyone, stand up and watch the fight under the stage!"

  The students looked at each other and walked down the stairs to the stage one after another.

  "Did this new guy take the wrong medicine? After confronting the two heroes of the Holy Family, he is now confronting our teacher Tie Lang. I doubt whether he can survive until graduation."

  "Tie Lang is a gold two-star warrior who has mastered the three fighting skills of Ming Jin, An Jin, and Hua Jin. Chang Ping's challenge to Tie Lang is undoubtedly like an egg hitting a rock. He will probably be knocked down in one move."

  "Fortunately, it's just a fist-and-foot competition. If it's a weapon competition, Teacher Tie Lang can hit him with a stick and make his head bleed."

  Most people are not optimistic about Chang Ping.

  Shen Yue glanced at the space ring on his ring finger. He had bought arsenic and was waiting for an opportunity to mix it into Chang Ping's food.

  However, before poisoning this arrogant idiot to death, it would be nice to see him being beaten to the ground.

  "You are really looking for death!" Shen Yue hugged his hands in front of his chest.

  Chang Ping suddenly turned around and glanced viciously at the audience.

  Shen Yue was immediately scared out of his wits and squatted down.

  Chang Ping spotted this suspicious guy at first sight.

  "You're scolding me behind my back, right?" Chang Ping stared at Shen Yue with contempt, "Wait until I knock this old guy down, then I'll settle the score with you!"

  What? Knock down Teacher Tielang?

  Is this guy crazy?

  Everyone was speechless.

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