Chapter 29 Broken Soul (Part 1)

"Sister Hai Qingwu and brother Lei Hongfei, let me tell you some good news. I have been elected as the class president. Also, the teacher saw that my math scores were good and made me the math class representative at the same time."

Listening to Feng Yinglou's happy report, and seeing his little face finally gaining some confidence and starting to glow after just a few days of being pampered after entering the school, Lei Hongfei couldn't help but frown.

He frowned. But Hai Qingwu still smiled, "Not bad, not bad, really good. I didn't expect that Fengyinglou would be promoted just a few days after I came to school. Then you have to study hard in the future, especially in mathematics.

You must become a top-notch student!"

Fengyinglou nodded vigorously, "Well, I have to go wash clothes for Teacher Jin Zexi, so I'll dodge first!"

Seeing Fengyinglou's relaxed figure, only hopping on one leg to stretch his happy back, Lei Hongfei and Hai Qingwu had worried looks on their faces at the same time.

Fengyinglou was really busy. He was busy practicing the "you, me and him" psychological training taught to him by instructor Li Xiangshang. He was busy washing clothes for instructor Jin Zexi, and he was busy helping instructor Long Jianhui feed him.

Mouse, he also went to instructor Mo Tian's single dormitory every now and then to eat and drink. Even if he had time, he would be called by Xue Ningbo along the way to work as an errand boy while she was training.

Little handyman... Anyone with a discerning eye doesn't know that when Xue Ningbo was practicing the sports assault battle, he called Feng Yinglou to his side and asked him to deliver towels and water when he was free. In fact, he was letting him sit in and let him skip a level.

Begin to get in touch with the soulful content of sports assault?!

Just because he was too busy, Fengyinglou didn't notice the change in the attitude of those around him, including the peers who studied general culture classes in the classroom every morning. In fact, even those who came from the same province

, companions who have participated in the "Soul Gate" test together and have accumulated some friendships through mutual support. Except for Zhou Yuqi and Qiu Yue, others have also maintained a respectful distance from Fengying Tower due to various reasons.

"Hey, you said..." Lei Hongfei whispered: "Should I remind Fengyinglou not to be too showy as soon as he enters school? It's best to restrain himself a little bit?"

"Exaggerated? restrained?" After recollecting these two words in her mouth, Hai Qingwu's face slowly showed a hint of awe, "Lei Hongfei, tell me, Fengyinglou has been in this school for less than two weeks.

, he has become the target of public criticism, but what has he flaunted, and what do you hope he will restrain?"

Lei Hongfei couldn't help but be speechless.

Hai Qingwu glared at Lei Hongfei and said in a deep voice: "For Fengyinglou, this is a war that he must face before he is ready. If he wins, he will be respected by everyone in the Fifth Special Forces.

A strong man; if he loses, he will never pass the test that everyone must face after the primary training ends in six years! Shu, has already excelled in the forest, and people have stood on the top of the wave. Now there is no other choice but to move forward desperately.

Besides, do you think Fengying Tower can still retreat?"

"Don't forget, in this world, there are always those who add icing on the cake, and there are many who add insult to injury. As long as Fengyinglou takes a step back, he will definitely die! If you, the eldest brother, don't have this awareness now, then you will be the last to

So we can immediately draw a clear line with Fengying Tower and return the 'weak whistle' that represents challenges and opportunities to Long Jianhui!"

Fengyinglou had no idea about the dispute between Lei Hongfei and Hai Qingwu. He didn't even notice that at some point, the students around him had started to use the terms "Sir monitor" and "Sir Seed".

Instead of his name, he would not pay attention to the strong rejection behind these titles. He was like a happy little top, spinning at high speed every day, from this corner of the school to that.

In the corner, enjoying the intimacy with several heavyweight instructors in the college.

…

Time passed like this day after day, and he found that he really liked the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School. He liked the daily busyness and the enrichment that came with it. He liked having Lei Hongfei and Hai Qingwu.

Such friends accompany him day and night, and he prefers the joy of being recognized when they nod lightly after completing the homework assigned by several instructors again and again.

When Fengyinglou, with the help of the school doctor Yajie'er, put his right foot with the bandage removed on the ground, tried to throw his body weight on it little by little, and began to walk back and forth cautiously, he looked at the foot hanging in the school doctor's room.

After turning on the calendar, Fengyinglou suddenly discovered that without knowing it, he had stayed in the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School for three full months.

Due to an injury to his foot, Feng Yinglou had hardly participated in a single training session, so he had never had the experience of being punished by an instructor to the point where he had no strength to even eat, but he definitely did not waste these precious three months.

In other words, in these three months, the knowledge and growth he gained were higher than any of his classmates.

Throw away the crutches that I had been using for three months and walk on the road with my feet. I can run as much as I want, jump as much as I want. This long-lost freedom makes Fengyinglou really want to jump three feet.

High, used to vent his current happiness.

"Sir monitor!"

A voice suddenly sounded from a position less than ten meters to the left of the body. Fengyinglou turned around subconsciously, just in time to see a basketball coming towards him at an astonishing high speed. Fengyinglou only had time to turn his body slightly, and the basketball hit him.

It hit him squarely in the face.

"collapse!"

Fengyinglou was hit by the basketball and his whole head was involuntarily raised upwards. Such an action looked like he was hit by a heavy right hook. At this time, Fengyinglou felt that there was an explosion in front of his eyes.

A sea of ​​blood red, followed by countless golden flowers like stars, flew and danced in front of his eyes, raising a dazzling track.

With the heavy hitting of the basketball, there is a sour, numb, and astringent taste, just like the taste of putting twenty kilograms of old vinegar and ten kilograms of dried chili into your mouth at the same time. Taking Fengyinglou's nose as the starting point, every second

At a speed of one hundred meters, it followed Fengyinglou's tactile nerves and slammed into his brain.

It wasn't until this moment that an absolutely well-intentioned reminder reached Fengyinglou's ears: "Catch the ball."

There was at least three seconds of pause between when the basketball hit his face and when the sound reached his ears! Even Fengyinglou knew that the other party was sincerely trying to hit him!

If it were any other child who was deliberately hit in the face with a basketball in public, he would have pounced on him and punched him without saying a word. But Fengyinglou didn't do that. He immediately acted out of habit.

After touching his face to make sure there were no wounds, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this is the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School, my father Feng Hongwei will never again indiscriminately lift up the jujube stick at home just because he has a bruise on his face from being bullied.

The wooden rolling pin hit him hard on the butt, but the habit that had been left over for many years still couldn't be changed in a short time.

The student who first threw the basketball into other people's faces and then reminded them as a hindsight stood quietly, waiting for Fengyinglou to make a fuss in public. Other students on campus who were doing extracurricular activities also followed his lead.

He remembered the provocative attack and widened his eyes, focusing on him with curiosity and excitement.

Feng Yinglou is eight and a half years old, and the student who hit him with a basketball in public seems to be basically the same as him in terms of age, height and weight, and they are both students in this field. In terms of combat effectiveness, the two sides should be basically the same.

flat.

Fengyinglou picked up the basketball and strode over. Just when everyone thought he would throw the basketball back with the greatest force and hit the provocateur in the face, a fight broke out between the two junior students.

When it was inevitable, Fengyinglou actually handed the basketball back to the student who looked on guard, "Sorry, I can't play basketball."

After leaving these words, Fengyinglou actually turned around and walked away.

It turns out that Fengyinglou never dared to fight back after being bullied in school, and he even dared not take the initiative to fight. As long as the other party did not leave any scars or bruises on his face, or even spit in his face, he would

They wouldn't say anything. Because whenever he came home with a bruise on his face, Feng Hongwei never asked what happened. Every time, he rushed through the kitchen, grabbed the rolling pin that was as thick as an egg, and pointed it at Feng Yinglou's butt.

It's just a blast.

And every time Feng Hongwei spanked his son, the tutoring words he said out of his mouth were even more classic: "Others just see that you don't learn well and are not a good boy, so they teach you a lesson. Your father and I behave upright and walk straight, why?"

Didn't I see two people suddenly jump out on the street and beat me?"

Therefore, Feng Yinglou, who clearly knows that the other party is provoking and has become accustomed to not fighting back when hit or scolded, is as well-behaved as a cat!

It's a pity that with so many people in the school, including the instructors, no one would believe that Fengyinglou, who could make Long Jianhui and Mo Tian look at him differently, could be a cat!

Seeing that Feng Yinglou actually planned to walk away in public, the student's eyes slowly filled with anger that could no longer be concealed. He suddenly raised his hand and once again put the gun in his hand in front of everyone.

The basketball was thrown hard.

"Bang!"

Fengyinglou only walked five or six steps away when the basketball, which almost used all the opponent's strength, hit him directly on the back of the head. Unprepared, Fengyinglou was knocked down by the basketball.

Feng Yinglou threw himself down on the campus. Although there was no cement, he had been stepped on for many years, and it was as hard as a stone floor. He lay down for more than ten seconds before he felt like a handful.

Like a folding ruler, he used his arms to hold up his body section by section.

The other party's "well-intentioned" invitation also reached Fengyinglou's ears at this time, "If you don't know how to play, you can learn to play catch together."
Chapter completed!