Zuo Xiaoduo: "

    Stunned, he said with a strong smile: "I firmly support Mr. Qin''s teaching and unswervingly implement Mr. Qin''s line, principles and policies... I..."

    Qin Fangyang said in a dignified way: "Hey, it has nothing to do with that. Every new student''s mentor will evaluate the student''s martial arts cultivation level, and then teach students according to their aptitude. Come on, let me evaluate your current combat strength level."

    ……

    Shaoqing, Zuo Xiaoduo, with a bruised nose and face, limped and sat on the last Futon in class 9. He only felt that his bones had been removed and reinstalled again.

    Qin Fangyang''s fist was heavy and cruel. Zuo Xiaoduo felt that he was directly ravaged by a rhinoceros.

    In the whole class, the other 35 students, no longer speechless, turned to smirk, shrugging their shoulders for a long time.

    Qin Fangyang stood on the platform, looked at Zuo Xiaoduo from a distance and said, "Zuo Xiaoduo, what do you think now? Can you calculate what I think now? Just speak freely and express your thoughts!"

    The whole class held back their laughter even more.

    Zuo Xiaoduo stood up and said respectfully, "I admire Mr. Qin''s accomplishments. Mr. Qin can handle the weight freely, which makes me painful and swollen, but does not affect my activities. Although my eyes are swollen, I still leave a line to see things. The students admire it very much."

    Qin Fangyang smiled faintly: "I think there will be more and more opportunities for you to admire. This is what teachers should do."

    Zuo Xiaoduo''s face was bitter.

    set the whole room roaring with laughter.

    Qin Fangyang said faintly, "not only teachers, but also them. There will be many opportunities for you to admire."

    Zuo Xiaoduo looked at the students who turned their heads, and their eyes were full of a strong sense of war.

    "In the samurai class, or any class above, as long as you are a warrior, you have to face not only cultivation, but also combat every day."

    "Zuo Xiaoduo, you are now in the last and worst training position in class 9. This training position is determined by your accomplishments."

    Qin Fangyang said, "there are competitions every day and rankings every week. When you rank, where is your seat."

    "Zuo Xiaoduo, can you call up?"

    Qin Fangyang smiled and looked at Zuo Xiaoduo with infinite pressure in his eyes.

    Thirty five young students turned their heads at the same time and looked much smaller to the left. Their eyes were firm, but there was no malice or hostility.

    Zuo Xiaoduo was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "if you need it, I can show you the maze and talk about life, ideals, and expectations for the future and love... Fighting is too bad."

    Beside him, the little fat man who had just spoken looked at him sideways, his eyes full of the meaning of sympathizing with each other, and said, "Hello, brother Zuo. Welcome to become the sandbag of the whole class instead of me."

    Zuo Xiaoduo found out.

    The little fat man is not fat at all.

    The reason why he looks fat is that he was beaten and swollen all over!

    "So cruel!"

    Zuo Xiaoduo was surprised.

    In front, I want to delete it now, really.

    Let''s send it. It''s better not to write high IQ in the future.

    Oh, my audit is before the Spring Festival. Don''t guess after the Spring Festival. Explain when you see someone questioning. The technical college my daughter-in-law contacted... Cough, don''t inquire.