"Run and run, run, run for me. If anyone dares to fall behind, you can try it!" Fang Bai held the teaching ruler in his hand and roared at the group of radish heads in front of him who were sighing.

"Zhang Zihong, if you dare to use your spiritual power again, I promise you will have to borrow a wheelchair from Li Zicheng to attend class tomorrow!"

"And that Ye Chen, he is lame, right? If you rub it hard, I will make you really lame!"

"I've run neatly for me. I've adjusted my breathing. I've been practicing for almost two weeks. If you can't run, you'll break your legs!"

Didn’t Zhang Zihong and Ye Chen’s legs be knocked off?

Yes, I've been a lame, but a lame person doesn't mean I can't run anymore. I can jog slowly...

Then, these two poor little radish heads limped over to the running army under the drive of the big devil.

Under the surveillance of the big devil, no one dared to make small moves anymore. Even the two little radish heads behind him dared not use spiritual power anymore.

Although I almost couldn't run several times, when the voice of the big devil appeared in my ears, a new momentum seemed to surge from the bottom of my heart. The cells in my body were telling them to hold on, and the big devil was watching you.

When the little radish leaders in Class 2 of the year were once again exhausted and dead dogs, the food truck that delivered the food drove to the martial arts training ground again. Seeing the arrival of the food truck, all the little radish leaders felt a feeling of tears, because the food truck indicates that today's morning exercise is over...

"Enable your body and prepare for breakfast!"

Although it is very strict with these little radish heads, Fang Bai never delays the meal time, because breakfast is very important for a student. If you don’t eat breakfast, the little radish heads will be mentally unconscious and sleepless during class. Moreover, for the physical development of the little radish heads, breakfast is also a must-eat.

"Fangzi, someone is looking for you at the school gate." Just as Fang Bai was eating breakfast, Shao Jiuming suddenly appeared in front of Fang Bai, and he consciously took a few fried dough sticks and a cup of fruit milk from the dining cart.

"Who?" Fang Bai's voice was a little blurred because of the stuff in his mouth.

"The students' parents said they were giving things to the students." Shao Jiuming chewed a bite of fried dough sticks. It's true that the fried dough sticks sold in Jinyu Restaurant are not as good as those in this food truck. Jinyu Restaurant will select the most perfect part of the fried dough sticks fried every day and then send them to the school.

This is something to be given to his teacher. Zhou Ming and others don’t want to give the defective products to their teacher.

"This way, okay, I'll go and have a look." Fang Bai nodded, then thought of something and asked Li Dedao on the dining car: "Xiao Dezi, has the old man at the door eaten?"

"I've been going back to Master. After eating, I will give you a serving to the old man every day when I deliver things." Li De nodded affirmatively.

"That's good!" Fang Bai responded, and then looked at the little carrots who were eating breakfast, "The teacher has something to do and leave for a while, and after dinner, you can practice skipping rope more, and wait for the exam later!"

Fang Bai, who was about to leave, suddenly turned around and came back: "If you fail the exam, um... forget it, it's still a bit inhumane to always beat the lame."

The words of the big demon made several little radish heads breathe a sigh of relief, but Fang Bai's subsequent words instantly made them feel the despair from the abyss...

"If you don't meet the criteria, you can jump less and beat them. There are 100 boys and 50 girls. Well, it's such a pleasant decision!"

“Pleasant?”

“Did you decide?”

Most of the little radish heads looked at the big demon who was leaving with deep resentment. Is this pleasant? It’s not pleasant at all. You should just hit me in the leg, otherwise I’m afraid I will be beaten to death by you.

"Li Zicheng, how many can you jump?" Abu asked bitterly.

"It should...it should be possible to jump to more than 60...it should be!" Li Zicheng replied with some uncertainty, his face full of bitterness.

"You can still dance more than 60, but I can only dance more than 50." Abu said helplessly.

"Then... can you resist this beating?" Li Zicheng asked with some worries.

"Then do you think you can withstand it?"

"I think I'll die."

"Me too."

Zhang Zihong and Ye Chen were on the side, and they were even more helpless. Jump rope? What?

"Brother...Brother, what are they talking about jumping rope? " Zhang Zihong carefully dragged his legs, afraid that if he would touch his pain if he was not good.

"Okay... it seems like you are jumping around with a rope." Ye Chen replied truthfully, then pointed to the rope in the hands of some classmates, "It's that kind of rope."

"Uh, but... I don't have a rope. Doesn't it mean I don't have to jump?" Zhang Zihong suddenly said excitedly, "Yes, I'm a new transfer student. I haven't studied it before, I don't need to take the exam!"

"Here, your teacher asked me to give you the rope."

Just when Zhang Zihong was excitedly feeling that he had escaped, a huge figure patted his shoulder from behind and handed a jump rope to Zhang Zihong.

Looking at the sudden jumping rope, the smile on Zhang Zihong's face froze... Shao Jiuming patted Zhang Zihong's shoulder with great sympathy: "You teacher said that since you two are new, you can not take the exam this time, but before the class is over today, you must learn how to jump rope."

"As for what you haven't learned, he said he doesn't guarantee that you can walk back standing today..."

“…”

When Fang Bai arrived at the school gate, he saw Hong Shan and the noble lady Li Li.

"Teacher Fang is here, Teacher Fang is here!" Hong Shan quickly waved to Teacher Fang: "Teacher Fang, here!"

"Uh? Are you looking for me?" Fang Bai asked.

"Yes, yes, that's right, we're here to deliver things to my son and my nephew." Hong Shan nodded.

"What are you giving?" Fang Bai was a little confused. Could it be that he was giving clothes? But the weather is so hot now that you don't need to add clothes, right?

"This, we heard from Zicheng that Zihong is going to have a conversation with you today. Then, in order to prevent Zihong from returning home, we specially helped them deliver transportation." Hong Shan explained specially, and then took out a crutch from his space necklace...

“…”

"Does the teacher not use crutches? That doesn't matter. We helped him bring the wheelchair. Which one do you think he is better?" Looking at Fang Bai's silence, Li Li thought Zhang Zihong was beaten so hard that she couldn't use crutches. She touched the space necklace directly, and a brand new wheelchair appeared in front of Fang Bai.

"Teacher Fang, did my son Cheng participate in today's exchange? Let me tell you, my son Cheng likes to discuss with others the most, so you must not let my son Cheng go! Zicheng likes to discuss with you the most!" Hong Shan said anxiously.

"So is my son Hong. Teacher Fang must not show mercy!"

“…”

Then a very strange style appeared in the martial arts training ground. Fang Bai pushed a wheelchair with one hand, and there was a crutch on it.

"Class Zhang Zihong, Class 2, 1st Class, your mother brought you a crutch and a wheelchair..."

"Wow, your mother loves you so much..."
Chapter completed!