Chapter 150

Since he began to practice dragon swimming, he Mu has to play three games with Mo Chuxin in one day.

In any case, the machine hit the body, no one hit the real.

Sometimes he would even deliberately not block, to pursue the kind of fist hit on the body of the real touch.

Ordinary people have a long reflex arc, and their fists hit them. When the pain comes back to their brain, they have already knocked you down.

But the red fog fighters are different.

The red fog warrior's reflex arc is very short. The brain senses it at the moment when his fist touches his body.

So theoretically speaking, it's really possible to do the whole body unloading.

However, it is not realistic to completely unload the force, which requires no reflection arc, but 20% or 30% unloading can be achieved.

Although it's only 20% to 30%, it's quite different.

For example, now I can only bear the attack of 600 combat power.

But if you don't hit key parts with 500 combat power, you can take hundreds of attacks a day.

In fact, the power gap between the two attacks is only 20%.

……

Time flies.

In the twinkling of an eye, he Mu practiced dragon swimming for a month. At this time, the combat effectiveness gap between him and Mo Chuxin has narrowed to less than 100.

Although he Mu still can't beat Mo Chuxin, he has been able to stay under her for seven or eight minutes.

That night.

He Mu came to the second floor of the school canteen in pain.

Shi Weitian, as usual, had already prepared dinner.

Getting along for such a long time, he Mu and Mo Chuxin have no previous constraints, so they eat face to face quickly.

Eating, he Mu suddenly thought of something, turned to look at the stone beside for the day.

"Mr. Shi, I went out a few days ago. I wanted to go to the red fog alliance to buy some food to take with me on the road.

As a result, I saw the meat of the same level as our dinner. I looked at the price. I could get a 70% discount based on my contribution to the city. After the discount, I needed 1.2 million yuan.

The cost of your piece of meat is only 500000 yuan. How did you do that? "

Shi Weitian's expression is stiff.

One and a half million yuan. He cheated the headmaster. The real price he bought was one and a million yuan.

For this reason, he has already sold the villa in Tianmen district to make up for the deficit.

"As a chef, I naturally have different channels."

Shi Weitian asked calmly with a smile on his face.

Then he didn't wait for he Mu to continue to ask, so he casually found a reason to leave the canteen.

After he left, he Mu looked at Mo Chuxin.

"Xuejie, did Mr. Shi subsidize us with his own money?"

Mo Chuxin hesitated a little and said, "yes."

See Mo Chu heart so direct, he Mu some didn't react to come over.

"Why did he... Do it?"

You know, in general, school teachers come to school to make money and contribute to the city.

Which has its own money?

Mo Chuxin whispered while eating: "because the teachers in our school are very proud.

They don't want their students to be better than those in other schools, but their treatment is not as good as that of others.

If this happens, they would rather pay for themselves to make up the gap. And it won't make the students feel a little aggrieved. "

He Mu didn't know what to say at this time.

A word from a previous life pops up in my mind.

"Power generation with love"

In previous lives, it was just a joke, and not many people took it seriously.

I didn't expect that he would meet such a person in this life.

It's incredible.

Mo Chuxin then continued:

"They did the same to me. Since I started my freshman year, they didn't let me spend a cent, even if I had a lot of money.

They say it's for the sake of fairness.

It would be unfair for me to change the treatment I won by strength and let me spend more money because I have more money.In order to pursue this kind of fairness, they would rather suffer more by themselves. "

He Mu's expression became a little complicated.

It's really pride, and it's a bit extreme.

Originally, he wanted to continue to ask some of the secret, at this time, his mobile phone suddenly sounded a message prompt.

He Mu took out his mobile phone and took a look at it, frowning slightly.

The information is from teacher Ling Hanxing.

The content is only a short sentence.

"All the cultivation methods of Jijing Zhenlong Taoism are stored in my USB flash disk, which is in the drawer of my dormitory bedside table."

This sentence is a little puzzling.

He Mu is to see the brow frown more deeply.

Then, he suddenly thought of a possibility, the whole person immediately stood up.

……

meanwhile.

A battlefield near South Road.

Ling Hanxing was sitting on a damaged tank, looking at the gray sky in the distance, his expression was a little numb.

At this time, he was covered with blood and his face turned pale.

In his abdomen, there is a huge penetrating wound, which is constantly bleeding outward. How can he cover it.

"I'm afraid it's going to be cold. Well, it's my turn at last."

Ling Hanxing sighed, and his eyes gradually became calm.

In those days, the only people who are still alive are the boss and him.

He was the weakest, but he didn't expect to live to this day.

Without too much struggle and no strong desire for survival, Ling Hanxing simply closed his eyes and waited for death silently.

At this time, a cry came from the distance!

"Miss Ling!"

Hearing the sound, Ling Hanxing opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a big horn inserted on the mound 100 meters away.

"I'm... I'm here!"

Ling Hanxing answered quickly.

As the voice dropped, the loudspeaker suddenly retracted, and then the surrounding soil rolled up.

Before long, a small drill broke out of the ground and stopped next to the tank.

Then a young man in his twenties and twenties quickly got out of the drill and carried him into the drill without saying a word.

……

In the school, he Mu has been restless since he received the teacher's strange information.

He didn't want to go to the teacher's dormitory to see any USB flash disk. After seven or eight calls in a row, he finally got through to the teacher's mobile phone.

But it was the voice of a strange young man who answered the phone.

"You are he mu. I know you. I was a student of the last school. Mr. Ling was seriously injured and was rescued by me. Now he is in a coma due to excessive blood loss and is in the process of blood transfusion."

Hear this words, he mu heart clapped a, quickly asked: "senior, teacher Ling, he has no life danger?"

"The military doctor said no, but it may take a month or two to recuperate."

"Where is he now?"

"In the military base one hundred kilometers away from our school, when he finished his blood transfusion, I tried to send him to the first hospital of Lingzhou city.

I'll let you know. If you want to see him, just go straight to the hospital. "

"Good! Thank you

"Nothing. It's all right."

……

Hang up the mobile phone, he Mu long relaxed several breath.

It's ok

To be honest, Ling Hanxing is the closest teacher in the whole school.

Although the teacher is a bit slovenly, he has great trust in him,

Because he is young, he Mu even treats him as a big brother.

If something happens to Ling Hanxing, he really doesn't know how to look at this heartless world.

……

One night of worry, the next morning.

He Mu received a call from a senior.

After that, he didn't want to practice, so he left school and went to Lingzhou first hospital.

Before entering the hospital, a special white car in front of the hospital attracted his attention.There was a cartoon sticker on the car. It was the car full of feminine atmosphere borrowed by the teacher when he first came to school.

He once suspected that it was the teacher's girlfriend's car.

No time to think, he Mu into the hospital, a moment later he found Ling Hanxing's ward.

Before he went in, he heard a faint sob coming from the ward.

Looking through the small window on the door, there was a woman sitting by the bed in the ward crying in a low voice.

The teacher lay on his side, motionless, sulky.

See such a scene, he Mu Leng in situ, a time don't know is to go in, or shouldn't go in