Chapter 167

The reason is that Yanhua class 7 occupied the majority of seats.

Although class 7 has always been a gathering place for gangsters, fights are common, and their skills crush people in the grade group. Therefore, Luo Zihang and Zhao Dahui selected at the beginning are seed players recognized by the public, but the problem lies in Qin Qing who was elected by half a vote.

"I am firmly opposed to song ruye's war. During this period, the chief instructor pointed at him everywhere. It is obvious that he is unhappy with him. It must be a drag."

"Then his progress is the greatest and his skill is the best. Who can compare with him here?"

"So what? Can he beat the instructor down?"

……

Most of the people who disagreed were from class three. The beam of the final exam made them like class seven. They guided public opinion on such matters related to collective honor, so that Qin Qing, who attracted the most attention, finally sat on the bench.

To this end, the seven classes were indignant, and Luo Zihang came to comfort him with an ugly face, "ah ye, don't worry, I'll repay you later."

Qin Qing didn't care. He waved his hand and said casually, "I don't want to be in the limelight. Come on."

There are instructors to accompany the extra training around the night. She doesn't really want to play with a shotgun in front of the public.

After each school determined the team, they formed a big circle in the middle of the playground, led by Shi Yuan, and began to accept the challenge. The teenagers exercised for half a month. Each one was energetic and rushed forward with full strength, striving to defeat the instructor as the medal.

But soon, they realized the huge gap between dream and reality.

"Ah, it hurts..."

"Break, break, instructor, spare your life!"

……

One after another screamed. No one in the single team lasted a minute. Some people went up with full confidence and were put down with one move. The picture is terrible.

"At your level, you also want to participate in off campus training. I don't think one team can pass today, but the next one." Shi Yuan didn't forget to make a mockery, and his military boots rubbed on the ground twice, which means a lot of devaluation.

The 17-year-old and 18-year-old young men are arrogant masters. They are so angry that they want to rush up to beat people, but the situation is stronger than people in the end. The gap in strength discourages them, and the more they go to the back team, the more they show their timidity and defeat.

Yan Hua happened to be the finale. It was noon. The sun made everyone sweating and morale low. When it lasted until the last game, almost the sound of refueling disappeared.

"Boss, I'll go up first." Dahui was in front of the team. He said hello and wanted to stand out.

Just as the voice fell, Luo Zihang in the back came out first, stared at the opposite instructor group, and said in a low tone: "no, I'll come first. The person I want to challenge today is chief instructor Feng."

As soon as this word came out, it was like a drop of water splashing into the oil pan, which immediately blew the listless crowd under the hot heat.

Although I haven't seen the chief instructor since the first day, it's enough to imagine the strength of men just from Shi Yuan's men. Now I can't even pass the level of auxiliary instructor. I have to challenge directly beyond the level. It's just looking for death.

Qin Qing, sitting in the crowd, frowned slightly. He thought Luo Zihang's revenge was for class three. Now he looked at his face and knew that the goods were wrong.

Just the words poured out of the water, and the people's discussion had not stopped. Feng Yan, who had originally stood by the court, had already stepped into the field.

Almost the same height, the same strong, but quietly standing opposite, the atmosphere immediately seemed tight.

"I have a condition." Luo Zihang gathered a pair of Danfeng eyes and showed his sharpness. The strong momentum in his low tone spread out, which was shocking.

A camouflage suit, a rigid Feng Yan, cold face, speechless, deep pupil staring at the opposite, the momentum is also shocking.

Luo Zihang, regardless of the coldness of the other party, swept the corners of his eyes and continued: "if I win you, you can't target ah Ye."

In the past half a month, if he hadn't made trouble everywhere, Qin Qing would not have become a joke for everyone after dinner, nor would he be excluded by the collective. Therefore, he was more dissatisfied with Feng Yan's practice than the incitement of class three.

The way he stood up for his brother immediately attracted the cheers and support of class 7. Only Qin Qing felt embarrassed when he covered his forehead.

Smelling the speech, Feng Yan's expressionless face became colder and colder. He not only didn't explain the meaning of the inside story, but also calmly spoke provocatively, "it depends on whether you have this ability."

The implication is that I haven't even considered the possibility of winning.

"Shit." at least Luo Zihang is also the prince of the red tiger gang. He is in charge of thousands of brothers. When he is belittled in public, his anger suddenly runs up, clenches his fist and rushes straight up in two steps.

"Boss, come on!" the people of class 7 were excited at the bottom, and the cry aroused everyone's emotion.

Seeing that Luo Zihang was strong and could fight with the chief instructor for more than a minute without losing, everyone seemed to see the dawn of hope, and the cheer gradually spread to every corner of the playground.

Zhao Dahui held his fist and shouted for a long time. He found that the youth around him had been quiet. He couldn't help but wonder: "Song God, at least you have to contribute. Boss, this is fighting for welfare for you. If you win, you don't have to suffer."

Class seven is united in the exam, and the fight must be twisted into a rope.

Qin Qing looked at the excitement on his face, and then looked at the two people who were hard to give up. For a moment, she sighed helplessly, lowered her hat brim and muttered, "that's going to win."

Others can't see it. She knows that according to Feng Yan's skill, ten Luo Zihang may not be opponents. Now they haven't decided the victory or defeat. Feng Yan is guiding training at all.

Luo Zihang also felt more and more wrong, and became more and more angry and unwilling. He couldn't help gritting his teeth and roaring: "if you're a man, you'll show your real skills. I don't need you to let me!"

As he spoke, his eyes were full of humiliation, and his fists were constantly bombarded.

The onlookers of Shi Yuan raised their eyebrows when they heard the speech. In their hearts, they appreciated his backbone, but they had to mourn for him.

Because at the moment when the voice fell, the originally tepid chief instructor Feng suddenly disappeared in place like the wind. The next moment, the figure had stood on the side of Luo Zihang, and his fist was falling on the opponent's stomach.

"Hmm..." Luo Zihang took several steps backward, covered his abdomen, bent down suddenly, and gave a stuffy hum. A layer of cold sweat quickly covered his forehead.