Campus belle's cultivation master

The hot summer steals away, and the air becomes cool and dry.

In the park in the early morning, Lin yupan sat under an old tree, closed his eyes and absorbed himself, as if integrating with the surrounding environment.

He has been sitting here all night, his clothes are wet, his eyebrows and hair are stained with dew.

Occasionally passers-by, to this side cast a light glance, and then with a little doubt moved the line of sight, and then in a hurry to their own things, ignore.

A sparrow fell down, pecked and hopped all the way to Lin Yu.

All of a sudden, the little guy's action stopped, twisted his head and flapped his wings warily. Then it gave out a clear bird song, fluttered its wings and fled to the sky.

The other birds followed suit. They rose up from the woods and gathered in a group in a disordered birdsong. They flew across the woods, across the square and across the artificial lake.

Nearby passers-by stop and look up at the sky. I don't know whether they are envious of their freedom or sigh about their vitality.

However, only the birds themselves knew what danger they had just perceived.

"Hoo."

At the moment when the bird rushed into the sky, Lin Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

His dark pupil was covered by a thick layer of white fog, until he opened his mouth and spewed out a white air stream like sword Qi, which slowly disappeared.

"The inner strength is great." Lin Yu clenched his fist and felt the spiritual power of wandering in the meridians of his body. He nodded with satisfaction, "it's not a waste of a month's hard work."

"In accordance with this speed of practice, I can ensure that I will enter the realm of enlightenment before the Chinese New Year and become a true teacher of heaven."

Lin Yu stood up, facing the artificial lake as smooth as a mirror, moving his limbs which were slightly stiff due to long-time cultivation.

Just then, the cell phone rang.

As soon as he pressed the answer button, he heard Zhang Hao's impatient voice.

"Where have you been? Not coming to school for nearly a month? "

"Well, I took sick leave..."

"Sick leave? Stop talking nonsense. Sick for more than a month? I think you are getting kidney deficiency, aren't you

Lin Yu frowned: "what's the matter? It's OK. I'll hang up. "

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Zhang Hao said in a hurry, "come to the school quickly. Principal Zheng is looking for you."

"What can I do for you?"

"Haha, it's a good thing to win glory for our country. You'll know when you come. Hurry up, hurry up."

Zhang Hao said these words mysteriously and hung up.

Lin Yu didn't know what to do, but considering that he didn't go to school for more than a month, it seems a little too much

"What brings honor to our country? Is it the school that informed my father..."

When he thought of his father Lin Zhenting's serious face, he felt a headache. He went back to the rental house to take a bath, put on his clothes in a hurry, and went straight to Zhuque high school.

As soon as he entered the school, he noticed something was wrong. The campus, which used to be noisy and full of laughter, is very cold today. The students got together in twos and threes, and they talked about it one after another.

As soon as Lin Yu came to the gate of class seven, he was dragged into the class by Zhang Hao who had been waiting here.

Then, almost all the students in the class gathered around him, and he was surrounded in the middle by the inner and outer layers.

No matter Han Yue, Wang Zhipeng, or those young men and women who only care about entertainment gossip and fashion, they all stare at him with a kind of treasure searching eyes.

"Going to fight in groups?"

Lin Yu blinked from his chair and quickly ruled out the possibility.

"Good brother." Zhang Hao beat his back in the back, flattered him with a face, "it's all up to you to show your face today!"

Wang Zhipeng's face turned red and said, "please don't lose!"

Han Yue pursed her little mouth and hesitated for a long time before she spoke softly: "as long as you can win, the head teacher will ask about your truancy in the future, and I will help you block it..."

With Lin Yu's calm mind, Rao could not help looking around: "who can tell me what happened?"

"Last week, the visiting group of the Youth Exchange Association of Dongyi came to visit our school." Zhang Hao's voice was a little dull. "One of them, a high school student named akimu Sanlang, is said to be a descendant of some martial arts family."

"When the boy visited the martial arts hall, he openly challenged and defeated coach Wu Gang with only one move."

"Don't you see his rampant appearance, saying that the Chinese national skills are weak and incompetent, and they are all empty airs, not worth mentioning..."

"I'm so angry. If it wasn't for my poor skill, I'd like to rush up and beat him..."

With Zhang Hao's words, the other students gasped and were filled with indignation.

Han Yuexiu said: "the impact of this incident is very bad. The delegation also published it as a report in the newspapers and Internet media in Dongyi. The wording is very harsh and belittles our country's martial arts education as weak as aerobics..."

"The board of directors of the school attaches great importance to it, and has formally challenged akimu sanro, and selected martial arts experts to compete in the school. Coach Wu Gang recommended you to principal Zheng, so Zhang Hao asked you to come to school. "

After listening to them, Lin Yu finally understood.

No wonder class seven has become so united that even Wang Zhipeng, who has always been hostile, is on his side.

What is personal gratitude and resentment compared with national honor and disgrace?

The most peripheral students suddenly a burst of noise, followed by a low reminder: "Wu Jiao Lian is coming."

The crowd spontaneously split on both sides, making way for a road.

Wu Gang's eyes were sunken and his face was gray. He lost a whole circle of weight.

He approached the class, passed through the crowd and came to Lin Yu with heavy steps. The burly body trembled and immediately bowed to the end.

"Please His teeth cackled and he said, "we must win to rectify the name of Chinese traditional art!"

The students agreed.

"Lin Yu, only you have ever defeated coach Wu, you must help us fight for this tone!"

"You are the first person of martial arts in our school."

"If akimu is allowed to be rampant, the reputation of Suzaku high school will be destroyed."

"Help coach Wu..."

Lin Yu stood up slowly in front of his sincere eyes.

"I won't help anyone." He said a little, in other people's expression of consternation in the mouth again, "but I will hand, defeat akimu Saburo."

"Because I am a Chinese, this is for myself."

After a moment of silence, the classroom suddenly burst out of warm applause, lasting.