In the classroom of Class 7 of Senior High School.

Swish.

Han Dong held a slightly worn broom to clean up the dust and garbage in the classroom... His daily duty was relatively simple, just sweep it and drag it.

The other two students cleaned other desk passages, while Li Ziwei cleaned up the podium, and looked at Han Dong from time to time.

For other students, what happened in the martial arts theory class in the afternoon... was just a fight incident, at best, a conflict between students, which was normal. The shocking emotion was due to the gap in identity between the two and the simple situation where Han Dong suppressed Gao Yang.

After an evening self-study, my mood returned to normal.

But Li Ziwei is different.

She observed more carefully... She always felt that Han Dong's last punch should have been aimed at Gao Yang's head and smashed it down, but there was a deviation in the middle.

"A normal adolescent teenager has no mind to care about reason at all. Han Dong can actually control himself." Li Ziwei pursed her pink lips, and became more curious. But she forgot... She herself is also an adolescent girl.

Swish.

Scan and drag it again, it won't take long.

About five minutes later, the two students left side by side and were still discussing a advanced math problem with each other.

“Hmm?”

Han Dong turned his head and saw that at this time he and Li Ziwei were the only ones left in the classroom. He kept saying, "You have the key to lock the door?"

Li Ziwei packed her schoolbag and nodded: "It's here for me."

"good."

Han Dong picked up his backpack and hurried out of the classroom, thinking about stance skills, martial arts grades and how to find gray and white airflow.

ah?

Li Ziwei was stunned and turned around and glanced at the classroom, leaving only herself!

"This, this Han Dong..." She blinked.

Just now, she wanted to ask Han Dong how he got home, but Han Dong left straight, as if he was unwilling to pay attention to her.

but.

Li Ziwei's family is in good condition and has met some excellent and powerful young people. Although Han Dong made her curious, she could not say she appreciated her. At best, she was a little confused and shocked.

"snort."

Li Ziwei put on her schoolbag, walked out of the classroom quickly, locked the class door, and hurried to the school gate. During her senior year, her mother drove to pick her up and dropped off her from school, so she couldn't delay too much.

...

School gate.

Han Dong looked thoughtful and showed joy in his eyes: "The stake and martial arts level are only waiting for verification tomorrow afternoon. As for the gray and white airflow..."

"Go back and check the ancient buildings in Suhe City!"

He was secretly excited.

Until just now, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Since the gray-white airflow is related to historical years, there is no need to deliberately look for antiques! Because there are countless century-old objects in this city.

For example, the stone tablets in the park...

Or trees over a hundred years old...

It can also be a long-lasting building, a treasure of city museums, and scenic spots that have been preserved in ancient times...

In other words.

If the existence of history exceeds a hundred years, it can contain gray and white airflow. This means that in this city, there are a large number of gray and white airflows waiting for him to find!

Just thinking about it makes him look forward to it inexplicably.

Pick.

With joy, Han Dong's steps became lighter.

"Oh, Han Dong!"

Li Ziwei shouted from behind.

Han Dong looked back and smiled, "You are walking so fast, are you in a hurry to go home?"

Li Ziwei lit her snow-white chin, pulled her somewhat scattered hair, and asked, "Well, my mom is here to pick me up... Why are you going home?"

Han Dongdao: "Home is not far from school, so go back."

"oh oh."

Li Ziwei nodded.

Immediately afterwards, Han Dong waved his hand with her, and then took a straightforward step away again. Only Li Ziwei, who had a tender face, was left with her own messy face, as if she felt the coldness of the early spring breeze.

Forget it once, I have to do it again!

That's really too much!

Li Ziwei curled her lips, glanced at the school gate, and walked towards a milky white, exquisite and conspicuous Porsche Cayenne..., she opened the door of the passenger car and sat in.

"Ziwei, is that your classmate?"

A middle-aged woman raised her hand and pointed to the gradually fading back, and asked with a smile. Li Ziwei nodded casually, her voice was filled with a hint of dissatisfaction.

The middle-aged woman stopped asking, started the car and drove away from the school gate.

...

In the living room of Dong Han’s house.

The slightly old table was filled with kelp rib soup, and the mellow and warm aroma set off a quiet atmosphere. Only Han Dong's mother and Chen Shu were sitting opposite Han Dong.

Chen Shu looked at it quietly and explained softly: "Your dad was a little tired today. He just came back and entered the bedroom. I don't know why he was so busy."

Han Dongdao: "Where is Xiao Qian."

"Xiao Qian ate a little full at night and went to bed early." Chen Shu laughed in a low voice and said, "Don't worry about them and replenish the nutrients. Senior high school is a tormented life for the body, so don't get tired of yourself."

"Don't worry, mom."

Han Dong was confused.

Listening to my mother's expectations in her tone, Han Dong felt more and more pressure... He could not let down his parents' expectations, and he had to try his best to get into college, otherwise the plunge in the college entrance examination results would inevitably reduce the atmosphere at home to freezing point.

For normal families.

After raising for 18 years and 12 years of school, I finally waited for this critical threshold. Although the college entrance examination does not determine everything, it is entrusted with the eager expectations of parents, and it is not as simple as a result.

"Seventh grade, seventh grade..."

Han Dong slowly swallowed his last bite of soup and gurgled... His stomach was a little warm and hungry.

kindness?

Han Dong frowned and realized instantly.

After the full enhancement of the gray and white air flow, his muscle fibers, body strength, and even bones have been significantly enhanced. His appetite has also increased a little.

A trace of firmness flashed in Han Dong's eyes.

He wanted to check the information on park stone tablets, ancient buildings, etc. in Suhe City, and strive to harvest new gray and white airflow after practicing martial arts tomorrow afternoon.

...

The next day, in the physical fitness building.

There were about 80 martial arts students standing on the side of the ring, with their bodies in a strange and upward state, extremely neat and somewhat spectacular.

Han Dong stood on the other side of the ring, standing opposite Mr. Ning.

"Old Ning."

Han Dong handed over the temporary certificate of martial arts students.

Mr. Ning, wearing dark black clothes, glanced casually and said lightly: "You will become a martial arts student so soon, haha... I am only responsible for teaching martial arts. If you don't work hard before the college entrance examination and can't get into college, you deserve it."

"remember."

Mr. Ning had a expressionless face: "The college entrance examination results are not good, don't complain to me."

Han Dong was shocked and said, "Yes."

From Sun Hui, I learned that this old man Ning had a weird temper. Sometimes he was normal and calm, sometimes he was manic and harsh. Once, he hit a disobedient martial arts student and smashed the ground wildly, and the martial arts student had severely scratched his face.

"Practicing martial arts starts with stance exercises, and then supplemented by physical control training. As for strength training, there are detailed processes online, so go back and practice by yourself."

"The stance can aggravate the flow of qi and blood, and can also enhance qi strength, endurance, etc.."

"I'll ask other martial arts students how to practice physical control. I'll only teach you the stance." Old Ning's face covered with frost.

After saying that.

Old Ning's feet separated and his momentum immediately changed.
To be continued...