(Young Master Yao: I have finally passed the sluggish period. What I am worst at is writing repetitive things. In Bullet Traces, I have already given a very detailed introduction to the school. This book also covers the school, and I have to introduce it again and again.

I can’t come up with new ideas, and it’s hard to make things up, so I’m getting more and more depressed. Damn, I finally got over it today! What you’ll see from now on are my shocking chapters.)

Fengyinglou was sick. His body and mind suffered the most severe damage in the shortest possible time. It was impossible for him not to get sick.

Fengyinglou had a high fever for three whole days. He talked nonsense every day. He even thought Lei Hongfei was his father.

"Dad, Chen Xingxing hit me. I know he meant to tease me, but no matter how he hit me, I didn't fight back." Facing Lei Hongfei, who was sitting in front of the bed and wiping his forehead with a towel, Feng Yinglou's face

What rose up was clearly the cautious desire for recognition and more care, "You said that I should work hard to have a good relationship with the instructors, classmates, and teachers in school, and I would never fight with them no matter what.

.You also told me that when someone spits on the left side of my face, I should also stretch out the right side of my face and let him spit again. I did it, I really did it... Hey, dad, I will do whatever you ask for.

I did it, why are you still not happy?!"

Seeing his sworn brother being beaten like this, seeing his eager and cautious face, how could Lei Hongfei be happy?!

"Oh my god!" Haiqinglou, who was standing beside the bed, let out a low sigh, "I wonder how Fengyinglou could lose so miserably. It turns out that he didn't dare to fight back at all!"

Although Feng Yinglou's foot injury had just been cured, in the past three months, he had followed Jin Zexi and learned the Shinto natural flow "Shura Sword" hand knife technique, which is known for its most powerful and most lethal force in karate.

Although he has not been practicing for a long time, as long as he dares to fight, let alone Chen Xingxing, even the "Dragon King" who is a head taller than Fengying Tower may not be his opponent!

"Dad, if you're unhappy, just pull my ears and press my nose."

Lei Hongfei had no way to refuse Feng Yinglou. When he gently pressed his hand on Feng Yinglou's nose, Feng Yinglou's hands and legs simultaneously shrank into a funny movement, "Woof woof~ woof woof~ woof woof woof~"

He seemed to have imitated even the dog's expression when it was fawning over its owner. When Lei Hongfei put his hands on his ears, Fengyinglou stretched out his neck even more, and his arms kept moving there.

Flapping, as if flapping its wings, he now looks like a rooster crowing in front of the rising sun: "Hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, hook.

Hai Qingwu has turned her face away. She really can't bear to see the Fengying Tower in front of her anymore. She really can't understand why a father, a father who is a soldier, would give his children such education and training.

Be like a clown.

"Dad, I learned so much, why don't you smile?"

Listening to Fengyinglou's pleading whispers, Lei Hongfei raised the corners of his lips and showed his sworn brother a smile that was ten times uglier than crying. When Lei Hongfei turned his head and wanted to relieve his emotions,

, his eyes met Hai Qingwu's inadvertently, and the two of them turned their heads almost at the same time... They really didn't want to see the same helplessness and sadness in each other's eyes.

Three days later, when Fengyinglou finally struggled to get up, his first choice was to feed instructor Long Jianhui's rats and clean instructor Zhu Jianjun's pigeon cage.

Fengyinglou slowly walked through the school campus. Everyone who met him along the way looked at him sideways and pointed at him.

The mice have been fed and the pigeonhouse has been cleaned. These days, Lei Hongfei helped Fengying Tower complete these tasks.

Fengyinglou stood in front of the pigeon cage, looking at each other with the pigeons who had become familiar with each other in three months. Really, in this school, there are probably only Lei Hongfei, Hai Qingwu, Qiu Yue and

Zhou Yuqi, together with these pigeons and the rats raised by Long Jianhui, are friends of Fengying Tower.

After a long silence, Fengyinglou turned around and walked towards Instructor Jin Zexi's single dormitory. He had not helped Instructor Jin Zexi clean his robes for three days.

When passing the water room of the single dormitory, Fengyinglou clearly saw a student who was slightly older than him, vigorously washing a white karate robe that had just been changed from the training ground. When he knocked on the door, he got

Instructor Jin Zexi allowed it, and when he stepped into the familiar single dormitory again, as expected, the clothes that needed to be washed in the basin were gone.

The student just now was washing Jin Zexi’s clothes.

Fengyinglou stood in front of Jin Zexi blankly. Faced with all this, he really didn't know what to do or what to say.

A pair of masters and apprentices, who had been friends for three months, just looked at each other quietly, leaving only the small wind-up alarm clock in the single dormitory, the "chacha" sound when the second hand beat rhythmically.

"sound.

I don't know how long she was silent, but Jin Zexi finally spoke, "Fengyinglou, don't come to help me wash clothes anymore."

"Um!"

Fengyinglou nodded numbly and turned around mechanically. In fact, he had already guessed this answer when he passed the water room.

"Wait a minute."

Jin Zexi knew that Fengyinglou was injured. He looked at Fengyinglou's small back and whispered: "You don't even have the power to protect yourself. If I continue to let you come here every day, it will only make more people dissatisfied with you.

, I just hope you..."

Putting a paper full of words and more than a dozen illustrations into Fengyinglou's hand, Jin Zexi whispered: "This is a set of fighting skills I tailor-made for you. As long as you can do it every day,

Practice intermittently, and after three years, when you can protect yourself, come back to me."

Feng Yinglou didn't look back, he just squeezed the roll of paper in his hand. Every word and every illustration on it was written and drawn by Jin Zexi himself. Looking at the dark circles under Jin Zexi's eyes, he even looked a little depressed.

, obviously after getting the news, it took three days to make these things overnight.

Fengyinglou whispered: "Thank you!"

Listening to Fengyinglou's muffled voice, which no longer had the original vitality and vitality, Jin Zexi breathed in gently. He watched Fengyinglou leave his dormitory. He listened to Fengyinglou walk out of the single dormitory step by step.

It wasn't until he couldn't catch any more traces that he turned his head, looked at himself in the mirror, and whispered softly: "Jin Zexi, don't you only like students who are strong enough? Don't you hate weak ones the most? Didn't you say, in

If you want to crawl in this world, do you have to be ruthless and thick-skinned? Why do you feel so damn... uncomfortable when you watch a piece of garbage leave that doesn't even dare to throw back a punch during a fight?!"

When walking out of the single dormitory, Fengyinglou met Long Jianhui, who also lived in this dormitory.

Long Jianhui asked in a deep voice: "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

Fengyinglou nodded.

After looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, Long Jianhui took a step forward and asked in a low voice: "I taught you the 'lazy donkey roll', the details of the movements, and how to adjust the body's center of gravity."

Do you remember it?"

Fengyinglou nodded again.

"Don't help me feed the mice anymore," Long Jianhui sighed softly when he saw the child who trembled violently after his words came out, but bit his lips tightly and finally tried his best not to cry.

He reached out and stroked Fengyinglou's head, and whispered: "We don't want to harm you! I have just discussed it with instructors Zhu Jianjun, Li Xiangshang, and Xue Ningbo, and we must draw a clear line with you in the future.

, and only in this way can we avoid the second backlash against you by joining forces among students."

"Also, remember, the 'weak whistle' I gave you is by no means just a toy. We will not stop your contact with pigeons and mice. We believe that sooner or later, you will find out

'Weak whistles' and the connection between them."

Long Jianhui looked deeply at the student in front of him, whose soul had curled up to the deepest part of his heart. He rubbed Fengyinglou's head vigorously, as if he wanted to use this method to pour his courage and encouragement into him without reservation.

Regarding Fengyinglou, "The Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School is originally an independent bridge for gold rush. After experiencing this ups and downs, you will have to experience ups and downs and face confusion in the future of your life.

It will definitely be much more than others, but I hope you can persevere until you can discover a self that is absolutely different from what you are now!"
Chapter completed!