Ling is in Luban and Wen Zou, friends like him have a good temper. Although he is relatively mature, he is easy-going and gentle in nature and can also make jokes.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, such as Meng Chuyan, who was standing next to the training ground, was a little confused. Why did Ling get so angry at the old man who just stopped him from running?

Ling held his right shoulder, his chest kept rising and falling, and his eyes were as fierce as a wolf.

Mr. Feng was not angry and powerful, with a serious face, leaning on crutches with both hands, staring at Ling there.

Originally, Mr. Feng might have killed all directions on the battlefield, and was able to compete with those powerful mutants among the pile of infected corpses. But now, Mr. Feng is like a hungry tiger, and can only be on par with a wolf cub.

Even if Ling hadn't staggered the punch just now, the old man who could only walk smoothly with a crutch would not be able to support his body at all.

"You student!" Old Feng stared at Ling, "You are disrespectful! How do you talk to the teacher!"

Ling was still angry at this time, covering her shoulders and didn't want to speak. When he heard the old man who started to attack him first, he sneered, "Don't be respectful? How can I be respectful in front of me?"

"I'm not respectful?" Old Feng's eyes were almost glaring out, and the elegant aura on his body disappeared. He raised his crutch and smashed it at Ling.

Ling was still well-educated. Although he felt that the old man's crutches were not strong, he didn't want to bear this kind of "bullying". He held his shoulder and jumped backwards.

Feng Laoyi lost his crutch and his body staggered forward uncontrollably, and he couldn't get up immediately while covering his waist.

Several younger teachers next to him ran over and surrounded Mr. Feng one by one, supporting him with all his strength.

"Teacher Feng!"

"Old Feng, Old Feng!"

"What's wrong with you, Mr. Feng?"

"I cough cough!" Old Feng coughed and pointed his fingers at Ling tremblingly: "You kid! If I were in the army back then! Cough cough! I slapped you with a slap!"

Ling stood there coldly, staring at Mr. Feng, slowly moving his right shoulder.

Meng Chuyan ran over from the side, first glared at Ling, and then ran to Mr. Feng, with cold sweat on his forehead, "Teacher Feng, are you okay? Sorry, sorry, if he doesn't know you, please calm down, calm down!"

Ling glanced slightly at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Mr. Feng who was surrounded by several people, but he hummed at the tip of his nose.

Meng Chuyan hurriedly said, "Come and apologize to Mr. Feng! Mr. Feng is a famous general in the dome curtain. He has made countless military achievements and a broad mind. He will definitely not care about you! Apologize quickly."

This senior sister was also scheming and directly used words and face to hold Mr. Feng.

As expected, Mr. Feng's expression was a little slow, but he still stared at Ling, as if he was about to swallow Ling in one bite.

As the lights on the side were shining, Ling's face returned to calm from indifference. He spoke. Although the sound was not loud, Mr. Feng forced himself to hold back his coughing, and let the teachers and Meng Chuyan see it.

"The honors of the past are not the capital that is rampant today. Generals and soldiers, and everyone has their value. You can do whatever you want and apologize, it is impossible."

Ling looked at these people for a few glances, turned around, and walked towards the corner where he put his drinks and clothes.

Mr. Feng's face turned pale, but several other teachers started a wave of performances:

"You! What are you talking about? Can the general and the soldier be the same?"

"Come here and apologize! A student doesn't comply with his duties! He dares to educate Director Feng!"

"You're making trouble, Lin, what's Lin?"

"Lin Zhengling!"

"Ah yes, Lin Zhengling! You must come back here immediately and immediately apologize to Mr. Feng! Ma!"

A wrinkled palm suddenly came across, blocking the teacher's mouth directly in front of the caller, interrupting the clamor of the geography teacher in the command department. Only then did the few people notice Mr. Feng's expression, but found that Mr. Feng was frowning, as if he was thinking hard.

"So, it's really like"

Mr. Feng whispered, leaning on a cane, staring at Ling's back as he left.

A teacher asked blankly: "What do you look like?"

"The tone of his speaking, what he said, and this look, really seems to the adult I have met before." Old Feng replied in a low voice, as if he was unconsciously answering some meaningless questions.

"Like what?"

Ling's back was a little far away, and Mr. Feng recovered from his trance.

Mr. Feng sighed inexplicably and whispered: "One old friend, forget it, go back."

"But this guy!"

"It was indeed my reckless move," Mr. Feng smiled, his eyes full of nostalgia, as if he had fallen into a memory that was so far away that it was a little strange.

Marshal, are you still alive

Old Feng's eyes seemed to penetrate the thick high walls and looked into the distance.

Meng Chuyan silently hammered her fists next to her, and began to think about how to solve the current trouble.

But my junior was so handsome just now.

If you punish me, you will be punished, and you can't recognize this tone.

Ling found his backpack, took out the drink bottle and fed a few sips, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing frequency, and the sweat on his body began to be dried.

As for what he had just confronted Director Feng, who should be very awesome, he didn't think he was wrong, so why did he apologize to the other party?

Because when you are old, do you have to kidnap yourself morally? He has been missing more than ten minutes, and he didn't say anything about the most critical exercise period! The plan of "making a little bit of physical fitness every day" was directly disrupted today!

Ling actually became more and more angry the more he thought about it

There is no one else.

According to the original plan, Ling took a bath, rested, and went to a fixed corner to do boxing and exercise.

The punishment was not over yet. Unexpectedly, a guy who skipped class ran over and shouted to fight Ling for a second time.

Ling was already a little emotional, and just found a sofa bag to vent, so he agreed openly, and then took action a little heavier than last time.

A few minutes later.

Song Qishi silently covered his bulging left face, and there was still some blood on the corner of his broken mouth. He squatted on the grass speechlessly, watching Ling Zai punching and kicking at a big tree.

As long as he takes his left hand away, he can see the obvious red and swollen marks on his left face according to the track of the shoe print.

Just now, the battle was fierce, and Ling kicked Song Qishi in the face. Song Qishi flipped in the air for 720 degrees and finally planted the onion back to the ground, and it turned into this way.

I have to say that this kick was a bit satisfying.

"Brother Ling, you are really strong," Song Qishi squatted in all kinds of emotions, sat on the grass, thinking about how he would meet people later.

At the beginning of school, although he lost the battle with Ling, his strength also won the recognition of students in the practical department, and he was also treated as a "number one" in his class.

Ling turned his head and smiled, and continued to ravage the big tree that had lived for many years.

Only when you go to the battlefield can you know the depth of strength, and you can’t tell the training status at all.

"Brother Ling, why did you go to the command department?" Song Qishi asked in wonder.

Ling stopped, took a breath, turned around and walked towards this side, took two bottles of drinks in his backpack, and sat next to Song Qishi.

"It's also forced, but it's already good to be able to come to the military academy."

"What's wrong? Your parents don't agree?" Song Qishi smiled, then looked up at the white clouds in the sky, "This is how my parents are. Since I was a child, I have been determined to be a soldier. I have always wanted to be a soldier. But my parents don't allow it, and I think my family's ninth generation single-handedness."

Ling's favor for Song Qishi instantly increased.

"Then how did you come?"

"Hehe, I secretly applied for Gael Military Academy and put the notice in front of them. I contacted the school and the school lined up with a team of soldiers to go to our place." Song Qishi smiled, "Guess what? If you don't agree, you will be imprisoned in the military court and deal with the matter according to the deserter. My parents agreed as soon as they heard this!"

Ling thought about it and gave Song Qishi a thumbs up.

If there is still such a way, this guy has a clear brain circuit.

After looking at the mobile phone screen, it was already past eleven o'clock. Ling wanted to go to the cafeteria to buy food, and then went back to the dormitory to wait for his roommate to return.

Just as I was about to ask Song Qishi whether to go to the cafeteria, I heard a panting shout from behind.

"Brother Ling! Brother Ling!" Lu Ban shouted in a loud voice: "It's rough, rough, rough! Hurry up! Pack up and run away!"

Escape?

Is it the thing about Mr. Feng?

Song Qishi was unclear, so: "What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!