He Jiajie used his "8 Dreams of Nightmares" account to "popularize science" on high school forums to vent his jealousy.
When the posts were almost gone and no one replied to him anymore, He Jiajie leaned back on the chair, feeling comfortable!
Zhang Jingyao dares to say that I am jealous!
I have nothing to be jealous of! If you are not strong enough, you are not strong enough! Am I jealous of you fighting Zhou Qiang? Childish!
But when I thought about Xia Yu calling Zhang Jingyao, and then they cooperated to win the high school, the whole hall cheered...
He was immediately changed beyond recognition.
No, I have to go and say something bad about Zhang Jingyao!
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Zhang Jingyao browsed the forum and was noisy. He put down his mobile phone and thought for a while. He opened his palm slightly, twisted his thumb and middle finger together, and turned his hand back to form a finger-flicking gesture. A gray figure appeared between the two fingers.
little round ball
If you look closely, you will see that the whole body of the small ball is surrounded by clouds, and there may be frost in the middle. The frost is mixed with the clouds, rotating and rolling. Even though it is small, there is still a force from the raging nature. This is the true form of the small ball.
It is a storm of activity.
Zhang Jingyao stretched out his hand and shot the small ball with a snap of his fingers, hitting a pile of books on the desk not far away. With a crack, the books were knocked off the table and fell all over the floor.
With Xia Yu's data model and her personal video demonstration, Zhang Jingyao understood the principle. In addition, it is now possible to use the vitality in the body to simulate an ice storm. It's just because the energy is too weak, so he can only
The marble is formed into a round ball and can be ejected with your fingers.
Zhang Jingyao looked at the books on the floor, thought for a while, opened the cabinet door, took out all the clothes, and piled them on his bed, leaning against the wall to form a target.
And he stepped back, came to two meters away, twisted his thumb and middle finger, gathered the energy, condensed it into a storm marble, and then popped it out.
The marble hit with a pop, creating a dent in the center of the pile of clothes that was used as a target.
Zhang Jingyao went over to check and found that the clothes were fine. They were soft after all. Judging from the force of the dent in the pile of clothes, it was definitely not as powerful as his own punch. But if it hit someone's head, it would be comparable to an inflatable hammer hitting the face.
If your nose is crooked no matter what, it may feel sore and your eyes may be affected.
This can become a means of attack in its own right.
Zhang Jingyao retreated to the wall again and tried firing a few more rounds at the clothing target.
Visualize the storm model, mobilize your energy to match the flow direction of the model cyclone, and the storm marbles will gather in front of your knuckles and eject.
puff!
puff!
The next few shots were either off or crooked.
The two-meter spread is about the size of an A4 paper.
It seems that there is no way to say where to hit.
He still needed more practice, so Zhang Jingyao continued to practice like this, and the sound of popping popping kept coming from the pile of clothing targets.
After practicing this for nearly fifty rounds, his elbows were already sore and he was out of breath.
Every time the energy is mobilized to pop up the Ice Storm marbles, it is a process of energy walking throughout the body. The body will heat up, the muscles will squeeze and contract, and you will feel like you have done a set of exercises and reached a full-body squat.
Doing dozens of deep squats in one go will naturally lead to a rapid decline in physical fitness and vitality.
And if he had reached the Yin Yuan realm, then this ice storm would not be just marbles made of these gossamer-like vitality! Zhang Jingyao thought of the cyclone ball Xia Yu played in the game, which was actually this kind of ice storm.
And he was certain that Xia Yu controlled the damage and did not really show the destructive power of the ice storm.
If I become the Yin Yuan realm, then the condensed ice storm will be regarded as a ball!
If this ball is thrown out and the energy explodes, how powerful can it be?
Now the power of his finger-flicking marbles is equivalent to an air hammer, and if the Yin Yuan realm hits an ice storm as big as a basketball and hits the target on his clothes... Zhang Jingyao shook his head again. He can't try it with his own clothes. Once there is someone
Unexpectedly, Zhao Qin will definitely show his old mother's care by showing him left and right.
Zhang Jingyao is naturally in the process of enjoying his progress all the time. After his self-cultivation was no longer hindered, he found that his body's vitality was running more and more smoothly. Along with this process, his vitality seemed to increase day by day. He used to not
If you advance, you will retreat. If you sail against the current, you will fall from the realm of Yin Yuan, and your elixir will disappear.
Now I feel that a core point of vitality has formed in my lower abdomen. With the fulcrum, there is accumulated motivation. It is no longer a situation of further and further regression, which once only made people feel endless despair.
And now, Zhang Jingyao, who has experienced those things, knows how rare hope is, just like a lost person getting weaker and weaker in the dense forest of rocks, but finally tumbling and rolling into the gap in the dense forest, only to see the dawn of returning to normal life.
It's enough to make one's eyes turn red, and heat surge in the blurred eyes.
Time passed like this day by day, and Zhang Jingyao's elixir core was also growing day by day. Almost a week after the exchange competition, Qiu Yingmei appeared at the front door of the classroom during the second period of math class in Class 5, Grade 3, and took a look inside, saying
, "Zhang Jingyao, come out for a moment."
While the whole class was confused, Zhang Jingyao walked out of the classroom and followed Qiu Yingmei out. Then he, the head teacher, said, "Principal Wan is looking for trouble in the principal's office. You know the way to the office, so go there now."
Zhang Jingyao certainly knew that the principal's office was on the first floor of the administration building. When he came down from the teaching building and walked through the time-dappled path beside the playground, he saw the administration building in the distance, and he also saw principal Wan An.
Wan An was in front of the ground floor of the administrative building, saying something to two men in flat-collar suits beside him. When he saw Zhang Jingyao coming from the tree-lined path, Wan An waved to him.
Zhang Jingyao came to the side of Principal Wan. Wan An said to the two people beside him, "Classmate Zhang Jingyao is here. Ask him if you have anything."
Then Principal Wan turned to Zhang Jingyao, "These two are staff members who came to our school to do some research. They will ask you some questions, and you can tell them what you know."
After Wan An explained, he smiled at the two of them and said, "Then I'll leave first."
Principal Wan left, and Zhang Jingyao faced these two men.
One was slightly taller and seemed to be unable to wake up. There was only a slit in his eyes, which made it difficult to see his expression clearly. The other was slightly shorter, a thin man with high cheekbones, and his hair was tied into a small bun.
He looked very friendly.
Both of them looked at him, but as they looked at him, Zhang Jingyao felt his body stiffen little by little.
He probably knew the identities of the two people.
Sure enough, the two then opened their coats and showed him a certificate with an oak tree representing life as its emblem, and a blue border outlining their portraits and numbered name information.
Bureau of Pest Control. Special Operations Team.
Song Qiu, Li Junyi.
Zhang Jingyao looked at the two people's IDs in a daze.
Song Qiu said, "This child is so scared."
Li Junyi put away the ID under his collar, stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhang Jingyao's neck, lowered his head and came to his side and said with a smile, "Little brother, do you want to eat ice cream? This uncle will treat you to it!"
Song Qiu didn't sound angry, "Captain, don't you even want to cover up with "I treat you" now? I didn't say I wanted to treat you to ice cream! Why don't you go and grab it."
"You see you scared others, isn't it too much to ask for an ice cream first?"
"Why weren't you scared?"
"Are you kidding me? When we are standing together, you are obviously more murderous... I am so amiable, and my little brother becomes very affectionate when he sees me, right?"
"Don't force others to arrange..."
Zhang Jingyao looked at these two people. He was really frightened at first.
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Thanks to Muzi Baishuigen, Fengluo Menghen, Snow Cake Bread, and Gu Yue V for the rewards.