Thinking of the martial arts learning system, Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up.

In today's world, martial arts learning systems are the top learning equipment.

But such equipment is extremely expensive.

There is probably not a single W partition in the entire W partition.

There are only more than a dozen units in the entire safety zone.

You must have power and strength to get one.

Most people don’t even think about it.

However, when Zhang Fan was in the 301 laboratory before, there were fifty cylindrical rooms there, each with a martial arts learning system.

Although the laboratory has been destroyed, the more than fifty martial arts learning systems are likely not destroyed.

Talent is the ability to understand and the ability to practice.

In Zhang Fan's opinion, Wang Dong's poor talent lies in his understanding ability.

Many times my mind is simply unable to turn around.

If you can find a few martial arts learning systems to come back, then Wang Dong doesn’t have to work hard to understand the sword and cut it. Wouldn’t it be enough to just instill it into his head?

Moreover, Zhang Fan also had many questions in his mind and needed to search in the laboratory.

Of course, he can't go by himself.

After the laboratory exploded, it was almost buried.

He had to take these students and dig out the things.

But now, except for Zhuge Liang, these students are all too powerful.

You must think of a way to improve it well.

...

After dinner in the afternoon, Zhang Fan practiced drawing his sword in his dormitory.

Although it takes only one opportunity to break through to great success by drawing a sword.

But he still has to practice.

Only thousands of times practice, so that when that opportunity really comes, it will be easier to break through.

Now, thick calluses have already developed in his hands.

No matter how you draw the knife, there will be no more blood blisters.

Sweat rolled down from the forehead and entered the eyes, making the eyes hurt.

He wiped it with the corner of his clothes casually and continued to practice.

Practice until around 11 o'clock in the evening.

At this time, a sound came from the dormitory downstairs: "The teacher above, it's so late, are you quarreling on it, and are you still letting people rest?"

Zhang Fan has been here for two days and knows a few people.

Listening to this person's voice, I knew it was Yu Deliang, the head teacher of the Rocket Class.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, I've forgotten the time when I practiced my knife. I've disturbed me."

Yu Deliang's voice came from below: "Practice so late, be careful to get into a devil!"

When Zhang Fan heard this, the smile on his face immediately closed.

Yu Deliang's words seemed like a joke, but everyone could hear the meaning of his tone.

It's a bit like cursing myself.

Damn, isn't there any brain problems?

After all, I am a teacher. Didn’t I accidentally disturb you to rest? Is it necessary to curse me so cruelly?

After thinking about it, Zhang Fan seemed to understand a little.

Zhuge Liang seemed to be clamoring to transfer to his own class from Yu Deliang's class.

Maybe Yu Deliang was a little unhappy in his tone because of this grudge.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan felt relieved.

Why bother with such a stingy teacher?

Just ignore him.

...

The next morning, Zhang Fan still asked the students to study by themselves, while he was still sitting on the podium in a daze.

In fact, he was thinking in his mind how to quickly improve the strength of these students.

Not long after, he thought of two solutions.

But these two methods are not the time to do so now, so I have to wait a few more days.

In less than a moment, the five people were surrounded by the Rockets group, and they fisted randomly, making their noses and faces swollen.

At this moment, Zhang Fan flashed at the entrance of the training hall and rushed in.
Chapter completed!