MTL - A World Worth Protecting-Chapter 11 Teacher, take me one

This meat ball is too fast, and because it is red, it is extremely conspicuous in the sun. At this moment, there is a strong wind in the rushing, and the whistling directly goes beyond the people of the war martial arts and goes straight into the distance...

The teachers of the War Vulture Department glanced at the other students who were roaring, and they all stumbled. The neat and powerful slogans were messy.

"What is that stuff?"

"Is the newly invented hot air balloon..."

The people of the War Martial Arts Department spoke differently. Even the teachers of the War Martial Arts Department hesitated a bit. They showed suspiciousness. They only saw the students sneak out of their eyes, and his eyes suddenly slammed.

"Look at what, I don't want to run!" With his drink, the students regained their gaze, and with the hesitation of their hearts, they continued to run, slowly and slowly, and they could hear them. The roar of the department echoed all directions.

At the moment, Wang Baole, he did not pay attention to all around, he was sweating all over his body, and his brain was full of weight loss. It was like having a group of fat grandfather chasing himself behind him. He ran slower and reunited...

Time passed, two hours passed, now is the afternoon, the seaside of the lower house island, the students of the war martial arts are very tired, but under the teacher's spurs and swearing, still running, the slogan is more non-stop .

"The war is invincible!"

"Warrior..." It’s just that their slogan is at this moment, and they haven’t waited to finish it. Suddenly behind them, there are footsteps coming again. They are tired and once again see a huge red meat. The ball flew past them, this time it seemed to be faster, the sand was picked up and they were splashed.

"It’s the hot air balloon again!! It seems to be a little smaller..."

"What hot air balloon, that is personal, God, is he running in a circle!!" The whole warfare department was shocked, and the sound of the sound broke out, and their eyes saw it at the moment. Go to the red meat ball.

The war-fighting teacher at the side also took a breath at the moment and blinked. It seemed unbelievable. Hesitantly, the students were talking. He quickly reprimanded and continued to run. Soon after, the students were tired. He only let everyone sit on the ground and rest.

As for himself, he was sitting on the side, thinking about the red meatball in his mind, and the students were discussing each other.

"Is that really an individual?"

"God, how did he run, too fast..."

"No, his clothes are familiar..."

In the discussion of this group, Chen Ziheng had a hint of doubt in his face. He faintly felt that the red figure, some familiar, could not remember for a moment, and now he frowned and thought.

It was only after they stopped to run again, and Chen Ziheng did not think of the reasons for familiarity. Soon, soon after they started running, suddenly behind them, the rumble of the voice came again.

This time everyone, including the teacher, looked back and forth quickly. What I saw in my eyes was the red meatball that I had seen twice. It whistled and set off the wind, and flew past them again... ...

This time, the meatballs were obviously smaller, and it was certain that they were indeed individuals. At the same time, they even heard the buzz from the meatballs.

It seems that it is a man who is unintentionally embarrassed after madness reaches the extreme. Under the stunned eyes of the warring martial arts, the meat ball goes away...

"Wang Baole!!" Chen Ziheng finally recognized the identity of the meat ball, and his voice was exclaimed. Even many people around him were faintly recognized at the moment. After hearing the voice of Chen Ziheng, they almost jumped up.

"Really Wang Baole!"

"I just wondered how the clothes were familiar. Isn't that a special tutor? It's actually Wang Baole. How did he become so fat!!" The sound of the sound is much stronger than before. It is really the meat ball. Identity, for all the students of the War Martial Arts, the stimulus is too great, after all... Wang Baole is one of a group of weak chickens in their mouth.

Even the teacher of the War Martial Arts took a breath at the moment, and the surprise was full of shame. He only felt an indescribable anger, and suddenly broke out, and suddenly looked at the noisy students around him.

"You are this waste!"

"Look, you can't even compare the French army. Do you dare to say that you are a war-fighting system? My warfare system is the first in speed, the fist is first, and the flesh is invincible!"

"You have listened to this group of wastes. I have doubled my training today. I don't exceed Wang Baole. You should not go to bed today, run for me!" When the teachers of the Warfare Department roared, the students were angry.

Even they themselves feel that being overtaken by a law enforcement system is really shameful and even convincing. In their view, the fat man must have rested in the middle, and he ran not a big circle, but copied it. Come near and challenge.

This kind of behavior, they can bear, especially Zhuo Yifan and Chen Ziheng, although they did not speak, but the two looked at each other, and they were not convinced in their hearts. They were originally fighting each other, but now Wang Baole’s appearance suddenly made The two of them seemed to have seen the direction and picked up the enemy.

So all the people of the warring martial arts, with anger at the moment, screaming, the heart is full of fighting spirit, waiting for Wang Baole to come again, they have decided, this time must let Wang Baole know that they are the war martial arts, is Speed ​​first!

Soon, the sky is too late, in the dusk, with the rumbling footsteps, when Wang Baole appeared again, immersed in a state of madness, vowed to lose weight, did not feel the wrath of the war martial arts, flew again After that, they didn't go to see behind them. At this moment, all the students of the War Martial Arts, all of them roaring, broke out all the power and quickly chased him.

"Wang Baole, you lost!"

"Wang Baole, you dare to run with our warfare department, let you know how powerful!" The screaming of the screaming, the warrior's people are all red-eyed, running fast, looking far away, this group of people pulled into A long line, the spread of the voice, is very spectacular, and even caused the attention of other departments.

Just slowly, after a lap, the bright moon hangs high, and the screams are replaced by heavy breathing. The students of the martial arts department are desperate.

"This guy is still a man... how can he run like this!"

"Is he a fierce beast!!" All the people are sorrowful and angry, their steps are getting slower and slower, their bodies are shaking, especially their legs are soft, and there are fewer and fewer followers behind Wang Baole. Only three or five people are still there. Reluctantly follow, and finally only Chen Ziheng and Zhuo Yifan are still sticking their teeth.

Even if they are, they are all at the extreme. Chen Ziheng used the repair of the body, but he was still farther away from Wang Baole. After following another circle, he panted and fell to the ground, watching The sky that is already bright, grief and indignation.

"In the end, he is a war machine, or I am a war machine!"

The last one to fall is Zhuo Yifan. Even if he is not reconciled, even if his eyes are red and bloody, even if he is crazy, he still follows the half circle. On the morning of the next day, his footsteps are sore. Ground.

"We are the war martial arts department. We can't let the law enforcement department compare the weak and the wind refiners. Zhuo Yifan, you will explode again, surpass him!"

The war-fighting teacher who accompanied him at the side was also very tired, but now the depression in his heart is still difficult to vent, and looking at the distant Wang Baole, the seemingly indefatigable figure is getting farther and farther, he could not help but scream.

"Teacher, I really can't do it..." Zhuo Yifan wanted to struggle, but he could see Wang Baole's still fast figure. His heart was unpredictable and frustrated.

The teacher of the warfare department opened his mouth and found that his mouth was full of bitterness. He wondered that the French army was not always vulnerable. How come out of such a perverted thing...

"Shame!" The warrior teacher sighed with anger. In the days that followed, he took the students, and almost every day he could see Wang Baole who flew past. It seems that Wang Baole has not stopped...

This kind of experience, let alone those students, even if he is also frustrated must be hit, at the end of the day, the students who took the war martial arts gave up the round-the-island run.

"The eyes are not bothered, it is a metamorphosis!" The teacher of the warfare department sighed and took the students who had a sigh of relief to another venue. He planned to familiarize the students with the equipment and conduct strength training.

For this arrangement of the teacher, even Zhuo Yifan feels very wise, it is his blow in these few days, which is the strongest in life.

At this moment, after Wang Baole ran for a week, he finally lost a lot of weight, and his heart was excited. He still had some regrets. It seems that in the memory, he could faintly see some runners like himself a few days ago, but gradually It is.

"Adhere, it is a kind of quality." Wang Baole feels that his body is obviously stronger than before, as if it is not far from the blood, this feeling is very strong, actually the previous week's running He has already discovered that he will hardly be exhausted, as if he has endless power.

In this surprise, Wang Baole ran for a few more days. Finally, he found that running seemed to be ineffective. When he was bored, he accidentally passed a training ground. He saw that in the field, he was practicing weightlifting and carrying out strength and The warfare system of endurance training.

He saw those people sweating like rain, and suddenly their eyes lit up, and they ran all the way.

"Teacher teacher, my name is Wang Baole. Can I also practice it?" Wang Baole quickly spoke up, showing his desire and expectation.

His appearance, suddenly let this place, which still has some screaming, and a moment of silence... All the students of the martial arts department looked at Wang Baole in a red robe.