There's something wrong with this guy

Chapter 72 Control
Amidst the uproar, Chang Liao's shoulders drooped down, and he put on a relaxed attitude, but his peripheral vision was like a vicious dog chasing its prey, and quickly passed the faces of the students in the classroom, focusing on Feng Ya, Aoki, Huang Liang, Shi. The reaction of Yi and other high-ranked spiritual enlightened people, and then looked at Qu Fujiao.

After such a lap, seeing that they were more than surprised and lacked respect, he was relieved and his eyes completely fell on Xi Huanyan.

Is this guy so eager to get in the limelight?
It's a pity that the incident happened suddenly and he didn't prepare, otherwise this class would be the beginning of her halo breaking.

He touched the Dongshi sign on his waist, thought about it and then put down his hand. He felt that it was inappropriate to temporarily find someone to embarrass Dongjun, and it would be easy to expose his hostility to Dongjun.

Xi Huanyan was already standing behind the front desk, facing the crowd, she straightened the blank paper on the desk, and pressed it with a ruler.

All the students suddenly found that she had no books in her hand.

The Common Language lecturer is not a person who has lost his conscience. He blamed himself for temporarily pushing someone to the stage and forgot to ask her to go back to the house to get the book.

He raised the black-covered book in his hand, "Come on, here is my lesson plan."

"Thank you for your kindness, but you don't have to."

What a big breath!
No matter how skilled the lecturer is, she will keep this lesson plan at hand, and occasionally turn it over several times during the lecture to avoid mistakes and omissions. She wants to lecture empty-handed?

If he hadn't temporarily decided to let her lecture, he would have thought she was ready!

The lecturer was still surprised, and the students felt even more playful.

It's over, if Dongjun is embarrassed at the scene, how can they pretend that nothing happened, hurry up!
Eyes intertwined in a classroom, and suddenly several people with outstanding performance in the cultural assessment felt their heavy gazes. When they looked left and right, they magically understood the meaning of the people around them, and immediately tightened their skin. Isn't this a trouble, Dong Junzhen If there is an embarrassment, will they be able to come back?

Qu Fujiao, who had high expectations, drooped his eyelids, recalling what this Dongjun did in previous classes, as if he was either sleeping or flipping through books?

Flip fast, blowing wind.

But you are Dongjun, and no matter how young she is, she will not make unwise actions. She should be confident if she can stand up.

In this room, the general language lecturer waved his hand to stop his voice, indicating that Xi Huanyan could start, whether it is true ability or false confidence, you will know after a try.

"Turn the book to page ninety-two and review the content of the last class."

The fluent common language spread to the ears of every student is surprising and pleasant, it seems very good.

Gradually, the atmosphere that made them restless became stronger. Although the common language content has been added to the basic culture, they are still most familiar with the local language and the Eastern Mandarin language. As for the common language, there are only some daily words and phrases.

In the classrooms of secondary education, the lecturers have much stricter requirements for them, and Common Language has become the class they are most reluctant to face. First, they are afraid that the lecturer will teach in Common Language, and second, they are afraid of asking questions by name. , in the face of unfamiliar languages, will become a fool.

I thought that Dongjun would go to play and they could relax, but she actually spoke out about the taste of the lecture hall, asking questions by name, giving explanations, and not falling behind.

The lecturer sitting in the middle of the students flipped through his teaching plan in confusion.

It's almost like peeking at his lesson plans.

Not only did he steal the lesson plan, he also stole his people!
On closer inspection, she is a bit like the other lecturers in some places. The more the second half of the class is, the stronger this feeling becomes. It's like a group of lecturers speaking on it, and her aura is also vaguely human. The majesty of the teacher's watch.

The Common Language lecturer pinched his wrists, what a terrible learning ability, what kind of magical student, how did he find out now!

Under the suppression of Xi Huanyan, all the students don't say that she is stumped to get credits, and they are lucky not to be asked by her.

The bell rang, and the tense atmosphere finally melted. Xi Huanyan got the third full score as she wished, and successfully ended the three courses.

She went to Jintang for dinner step by step, and by the way, she learned how to prepare medicinal herbs. When it was almost time, she held the juice bottle in one hand and the snack box in the other, and walked across the long street to the martial arts field.

The academy stipulates that those who are weak and unable to train will also be on the field, so during this time, she did not miss a battle class.

And she can perceive the source power now, and she wants to use the equipment on the martial arts field to practice control.

Gathering, after seeing the instructor, she left the team, walked to a remote corner, and found a wooden stake.

She was not in a hurry, she sat down first, drank juice, basked in the sun, and squinted for a while.

Just taking a closer look, the meridian of the grass blade is like a mountain range that has encountered the earth's movement.

After realizing it, Xi Huanyan lowered her head and picked up a soft leaf, rubbed her fingers lightly, green juice seeping out from the skin.

She didn't control the source power to attack this piece of grass, Silai should be caused by the attack power of the source power itself.

But how can she control it?
Do you practice?

Putting down the bottle, Xi Huanyan stood up and carefully sensed the existence of the source force. It came from the soul, originally belonged to her, and was a part of her, so how could it be controlled.

Rather than talking about control, let’s talk about getting to know this part of yourself and accepting this part of you.

Her thoughts touched the source power all over her body, and it swayed in circles with a greater frequency.

The sun is shining, and the sun is shining, and the fine grass has completely lost its vitality, showing the appearance of drying up, as if it had been dead for a day or two.

The breeze blew through here, disrupting the footsteps, and the leaves of the same grass blowing in different directions.

Xi Huanyan entered into meditation and saw it more clearly. Half of it was hidden in her body, and half of it was showing five claws outside her body. She also opened her hand and tried to merge with it, trying to escape the source power that escaped from her body. become their own hands and feet.

Clenched into a fist, there was a sudden burst of beans.

It felt like a breath of air had been drilled out of the body, condensed into an exoskeleton, and protected the finger joints.

Xi Huanyan took advantage of the situation to punch, and a little mark was scratched on the wooden stake made of iron sinking wood, but her hand did not feel any pain.

"This is power?" It comes from her power!

Xi Huanyan felt novel and focused on two uses. While getting close to his own source, he carefully wrapped every inch of his skin with them, punched and kicked, and tested the strength.

Her actions also caught the attention of a few people, and Chang Liao, who was training against Huang Liang, looked calmly in a certain direction.

After a while, Tuo Bei, who was the top three in the martial arts assessment, walked out of the training group.

"Dongjun." Tuo Bei had a childish appearance, long with long arms, and very thin. He smiled and suggested, "I'll try it out with you."

(End of this chapter)