My brother is obviously a waste, but he is too confident

Chapter 47 My good-for-nothing brother is injured

After a brief interlude.

The brothers and sisters of the Chen family returned to the dormitory on the fifth floor smoothly.

But as soon as he entered the room, Chen Dongfeng's first words made the future martial arts test not so smooth: "I'm dislocated."

"Ah?" Chen Sanke who closed the door turned around blankly.

"I dislocated my wrist." Chen Dongfeng repeated.

Chen Sanke: "...What the hell."

Chen Dongfeng: "I just held Wangbingbing."

Chen Sanke: "..."

After staring at Chen Dongfeng's slightly twisted wrist for a while, the girl suddenly roared: "Are you made of paper porcelain?!"

"After all, not everyone has such a powerful ability to control power as I do." Chen Dongfeng waved his hand indifferently: "Wang Bingbing is just a mortal after all. It doesn't matter what you do."

Chen Sanke: "What are you so proud of?!"

"Why are you always yelling?" Chen Dongfeng frowned: "If this continues, no one will dare to marry you except me."

"...Believe me, your other wrist is about to break."

"It's not broken." Chen Dongfen raised his injured hand: "It's just dislocated."

"Where's your majestic energy in the arena?" Chen Sanke hated iron and steel: "You broke the floor tiles, and your feet didn't dislocate, did they?"

"After all, my strength is beyond imagination." The corners of Chen Dongfeng's mouth rose, "Just my momentum is enough to crush bricks and stones."

"Since you are so strong, how did you hurt your hand?"

"It should be Cunjin." Chen Dong lowered his head and observed the injury on his wrist.

"Every inch is barren! Because you are a waste!"

"Why are you swearing again?"

"With you, I can't be civilized!"

Lowering his head and looking at his dislocated right hand, Chen Dongfen was a little annoyed: "Shouldn't our focus now be on my injury?"

"Oh... yes." Chen Sanke nodded, looked at her brother's wrist, and said a word: "Yes."

Chen Dongfeng: "..."

"I've reminded you many times. Stay away from that king pancake! Stay away! Stay away! If you don't listen, it's good now! Have you been backlashed? You deserve it! You deserve it..."

The girl complained cursingly, then took out a roll of bandages from the pocket of the purple sweater: "Come here, I'll bandage you up."

Chen Dongfeng: "I'm dislocated. Will bandaging help?"

"Then what should I do? I'm not a doctor either."

"You go to a doctor." Chen Dongfeng said with a blank expression, "Isn't the escort doing this?"

"The doctor came here and asked how you got hurt, what do you say?" Chen Sanke pouted: "Tell the doctor that you shook hands with Wang Panbing and dislocated your hand?"

"Heh." Chen Dongfeng sneered: "He deserves it too?"

"Then what do you say?"

"I will find a reason myself." Swaying his left hand, Chen Dongfeng frowned: "Hurry up and find it. I'm a little hurt."

"Why doesn't it hurt you to death?"

"...If you weren't my sister, I would have smashed you to pieces."

"slightly!"

Sticking out her tongue and making a childish grimace, Chen Sanke put her hands in her pockets, opened the door and left, looking for a doctor.

In the room, only Chen Dongfeng was left.

"..."

silent.

The complexion on his face gradually returned to calm, he walked to the window and looked out.

Screening is still going on.

But in the crowded auditorium, there will no longer be bursts of shouting.

After Chen Dongfeng's "performance", the audience's threshold was raised to an infinitely high level.

The punches of ordinary candidates will naturally not stimulate them...

"..."

"..."

"……why."

Staring in a daze for a while, Chen Dongfeng lowered his head, focused his eyes on the injured wrist, and his eyes were complicated: "Obviously... the power in the body is so clear..."

After being silent, his consciousness sank into his mind, and he began to observe his "gold finger" again.

【Fancy BUFF is running】

[Currently unlocking BUFF:]

[Premature baby (passive and permanent): I heard that you were born nine months prematurely, and your physical development is not perfect, pure waste. 】

[Severe momentum: Although you are a waste, everyone thinks you are very good at fighting. 】

[Fisting Tianxiang: Although there is no damage bonus, every attack you make will trigger changes in the world. 】

"..."

"..."

"Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with these two BUFFs." Withdrawing his thoughts, Chen Dongfeng regained his momentum and waved his big hand vigorously: "The problem still lies in the testing equipment."

"Crack."

The dislocation of his wrist seems to be getting worse...

10 minute later.

Chen Sanke is back.

Behind her was a doctor.

Behind the doctor, followed by five examiners of the martial arts examination.

Behind the five examiners, dozens of staff followed.

Behind dozens of staff members, followed by more than 100 media reporters...

"Brother. I'm back."

Chen Dongfeng: "...have you given birth?"

"Huh?" The girl was at a loss.

"Didn't I just ask you to find a doctor? How did you bring so many people back?"

"Oh, that's it." Chen Sanke turned sideways, pointed at the mighty group of people outside the door, and explained: "I went to the infirmary and told the doctor that your wrist is hurt. The doctors all know you, and they all think it's not a trivial matter Son, I notified the examiners. The examiners also felt that it was not a trivial matter, so they notified some support staff who cooperated with the work. The logistics staff felt that it was not a trivial matter, so they notified the media."

"The media also think it's not a trivial matter." Outside the door, a reporter raised his hand and said loudly: "So we are going to notify the whole world."

Chen Dongfeng: "..."

"Hurry up. Show Dongfeng classmate, where is the injury?" The deputy examiner standing in the middle of the room has a serious expression.

"Okay." The doctor nodded, and walked in front of Chen Dongfeng in a white coat, raised his arm, and observed carefully for a while: "It's a dislocation."

"Crack-knock-"

Outside the door, flashing lights flashed one after another...

"If it's a dislocation..." The deputy examiner frowned, lowered his head and analyzed: "It should be that Dongfeng student was too controlling his strength in the ring just now."

Chen Sanke: "..."

Chen Dongfeng: "...you are right."

The deputy examiner nodded and sighed: "After all, it is a strength of level 0.9, and the difficulty of reducing the damage to below '1' can be imagined."

Chen Dongfeng: "Can irrelevant personnel leave?"

"Yes, that's right, hurry up." The deputy examiner turned around resolutely, and drove everyone away irritably: "It's just a dislocation. Why are you so many people around here? Go away!"

Inside and outside the dormitory, people reluctantly left.

Especially the reporters near the corridor, all of them resisted.

Opportunity to meet "Super Geniuses"!
How can it be so easy to come across...

After a while, wait for everyone to leave.

The assistant examiner clapped his hands, smiled at Chen Dongfeng and said, "Student Dongfeng, all irrelevant personnel have left."

Chen Dongfeng: "You too."

Assistant Examiner: "..."

After a moment of silence, the deputy examiner kept smiling and turned to the doctor, "Doctor, is Dongfeng's injury okay?"

"No problem." The doctor waved his hand: "It's just a small dislocation."

"That's good." Nodding, the assistant examiner said, "There's nothing important, so I'll leave first. Dongfeng doesn't need to see you off."

"..." Chen Dongfeng remained expressionless.

"Ha." The deputy examiner put his hands in his pockets, flicked his bangs, turned and left freely.

"Boom!"

And close the door intimately.

In the house, only the Chen family siblings and the doctor were left.

"He's so embarrassing." Chen Sanke pointed to the door, looked at Chen Dongfeng and said happily.

Ignoring the girl's words, Chen Dongfeng looked at the doctor and stretched out his injured hand: "Help me pick it up."

"No problem. Little point." The doctor grabbed Chen Dongfeng's forearm with one hand, and tightened Chen Dongfeng's four fingers with the other hand, his eyes flashed: "But... Dongfeng student, you can hide it from them, but you can't hide it from me. The direction of your dislocation It's the side, not the front! So..."

"So what?" Chen Sanke was taken aback, feeling bad instinctively.

"So your dislocation is not caused by controlling force at all!" The doctor sneered.

Chen Sanke's expression suddenly became ugly.

Chen Dongfeng narrowed his eyes...

……

(End of this chapter)