The daily life of Confucian sages hitting people along the network cable

Chapter 38 Forum vs. Long Xiaoxin!
110 times the gravity.

Han Zhou lay flat again.

Forced to lie flat.

This trip, until the sun sets and the moon rises.

Gravity formation disappeared.

The moment Han Zhou got up, he was covered in sweat.

The whole body is shaking.

In the gravity formation, Han Zhou couldn't even open his pores to sweat.

Losing the torment of the gravity formation, Han Zhou panted heavily: "Ahem~hoo, huh~huh~keke~"

His mind became active again, and Han Zhou felt that every muscle in him was trembling.

Indeed, Han Zhou got up once a day.

However, every moment, Han Zhou was fighting against gravity, trying to get up.

It's not that you lie down and don't work hard.

Han Zhou was mobilizing every muscle in his body, trying to stand up.

The whole day of exercising made Han Zhou's body tremble crazily.

Now that there is no gravity formation, he tried to stand up three times in a row, but his legs slipped.

Leng Yunxin raised a deer leg: "Eat."

Han Zhou covered his stomach with his left hand, rolled his eyes, blushed, and waved with his right hand.

Who can eat after strenuous exercise?Han Zhou's stomach is now glued together.

Leng Yunxin: "It must be eaten."

Han Zhou continued to wave his hands.

Six flying swords penetrated Han Zhou's body from different directions.

The blood flew.

Then, resume again.

Han Zhou gritted his teeth, never thought that his female head teacher was a perverted tormentor...

"I eat……"

Han Zhou couldn't grab the deer leg with his hands and eat it.

Put the deer leg on the bamboo table, lower your head to chew.

Leng Yunxin frowned: "Are you a dog? How can people eat like this?"

Laughing to death, is this a mental blow to Han Zhou who grew up in a garbage dump?

Want to use these words to stimulate me to eat the deer leg with my hands?Think too much.

"Yeah, everyone calls me a Korean dog."

Han Zhou continued to chew.

This time, Leng Yun was silent.

Come to hurt each other, come to psychological torture!

After taking a few bites, Han Zhou felt that the energy in the food was absorbed by his powerful stomach, and his lungs were full of vitality again.

His cold and stiff limbs regained a little strength.

Han Zhou wanted to grab the deer leg and eat it.

It's a pity that the fingers don't listen to the truth.

"Crack~"

Nima~
The deer leg fell to the ground.

Leng Yunxin, who was sitting and eating with chopsticks, mocked: "Aren't you a Korean dog? You have the ability to eat on the ground."

Han Zhou's body softened and he half leaned on the ground.

Then she leaned against Leng Yunxin's leg and rubbed her cheek: "Mr. Leng, dear teacher, sister Leng, what~! Do me a favor!"

Leng Yunxin was completely dumbfounded.

You bastard!

However, Han Zhou's body was extremely weak. Leng Yunxin was afraid of his conditioned reflex, so he kicked him to death. There was no way to save him. He froze: "Get up, you sweat..."

Drenched skirt...

Han Zhou stuck tighter, rubbing against each other: "No~ my dear sister Leng, please help me."

Leng Yun's heart cracked, and he cut off a leg from the roasted deer with a gloomy face, and put it on the table: "Eat this."

Han Zhou beamed and began to chew.

The more you gnaw, the more you feel your strength recovering.

However, no.

Han Zhou's muscles are now double-depleted. While losing energy, his muscle fibers are also on the verge of collapse.

Once recovered, the muscle strength will go up to the next level.

But how could he recover so quickly?
However, after half an hour, Han Zhou still ate up the deer leg with one bite of his teeth.

Then arched his back, like an 80-year-old grandpa, and walked to the toilet step by step.

When the muscles of the whole body are weak, going to the toilet is a top torture.

It was easy to squat down, but it took Han Zhou all his strength to stand up.

When Han Zhou came out, Leng Yunxin was in the room: "Come here."

Han Zhou was speechless, isn't the day's training over yet?
Did something go wrong?
What else can I do now?
At this time, Leng Yunxin was logging into an account: "This is a dedicated forum for the Eighth Academy—the Eighth Academy Forum."

"You now have the qualifications for the assessment, so you can log into the newborn area."

"This is your account, what ID do you use?"

"Zhou Han." Han Zhou was weak.

Registered an account with Zhou Han's ID, and after Leng Yunxin logged in, he looked at it in the freshman section of the Eighth Academy's forum.

Soon, Leng Yunxin saw a post.

"Wuxiu is the strongest in the world, the gun is the king of soldiers"

After clicking in, you can see that the poster's ID is called 'Long Xiaoxin'.

Gou Ri's real name on the forum is quite narcissistic.

Long Xiaoxin was facing off against someone else.

"Stupid talisman cultivator, what is the second-grade fire talisman that explodes with seven stars, what is that bullshit with nine stars, I first use the move of Dapeng to spread its wings to block the explosion of seven stars for [-] seconds, and then use the move of Qianlong out of the abyss, instantly Get close, and by the time Starburst chases you over, I've already stabbed you to death."

Leng Yunxin replied using Zhou Han's account number: "What kind of nonsensical remarks, how can Wuxiu be the strongest? Confucianism is invincible!"

Then stood up: "Come on, line up with him."

Han Zhou: "???"

When I post a question mark, it's not me who has a problem, it's you who have a problem!
Leng Yunxin sneered: "It's not on the line, is it? If you can't win the scolding today, you can't lie down and sleep."

Han Zhou weakly raised his arms and placed them on the input disk of the large optical computer.

Sure enough, Long Xiaoxin had already replied: "Hahahaha, you are not a fool, are you? Confucianism cultivator is the weakest monk in the world, who doesn't know that!"

Han Zhou typed.

Long Xiaoxin's second sentence has come: "Returning the Confucianism Cultivator is the strongest, you are afraid that you did not come from time immemorial?"

Han Zhou continued typing.

Long Xiaoxin's third sentence: "Confucianism cultivators in the same realm, I can pierce through ten with one shot, which is easier than piercing mutton skewers."

Han Zhou finally typed out a sentence intermittently: "The number one scholar in the port area is Confucianism."

Long Xiaoxin replied furiously: "What kind of bullshit champion is a Confucianism cultivator, that beast is just wearing a Confucian robe."

"Besides, he's the number one scholar in shit? It's just a dirty trick, and he's cheated a lot of people."

"What is the super-level exam? I will let him know what it means to be strong and mighty when the exams of the Eight Great Academies begin!"

Han Zhou still replied that sentence, because copying and pasting saves effort: "The number one scholar in the port area is Confucianism."

Long Xiaoxin's mentality exploded: "I, Long Xiaoxin, have learned guns for 15 years, and it's easy to kill monsters of the same realm with a pair of six strokes."

"My Sky Explosion Meteor move can kill the Heiyun Leopard Monster in four smaller realms than me!"

"Can he, Han Zhou?"

Han Zhou still said the same thing: "The number one scholar in the port area is a Confucianism cultivator."

As soon as these words came out, Long Xiaoxin didn't speak any more.

The audience who watched the play came: "Haha, this Long Xiaoxin has met his opponent, I laughed so hard."

"The anger of being stunned broke."

"I guess Long Xiaoxin is smashing the optical computer, and a new optical computer will go online after a while."

The seniors asked, "Who is Long Xiaoxin? This year's No. [-] scholar in the port area is actually a Confucianism cultivator?"

Freshmen who knew: "Long Xiaoxin is a reckless man, and Han Zhou, the number one scholar in the port area, is a beast."

Han Zhou: I am too lazy to scold you now, but I have written down your ID.

After a while, Long Xiaoxin really appeared again: "Are you a repeater? Can't you say other words? You have the guts not to mention this!"

Han Zhou silently typed: "Ye Henzhi is a Confucianism cultivator."

Long Xiaoxin was silent again.

"Stop talking again, hahaha, Long Xiaoxin must have been so angry that his brain was smashed again, and then he replaced his computer."

"Who is Ye Henzhi?"

"Ye, what do you say?"

"A member of the royal family? Does Long Xiaoxin know anyone?"

"I guess they know each other, otherwise Zhou Han wouldn't have mentioned this."

After a while, Long Xiaoxin appeared again: "Zhou Han, your name sounds quite annoying, and there is no evidence for it, please report the address, I will come here to persuade you!"

"It's kind of farting, but there's no way to report the address?"

"You have grown it!"

"..."

Long Xiaoxin sent eighteen sentences in a row.

Han Zhou was desperate.

With the level of Long Xiaoxin's criticisms, it is too difficult to achieve the laning match that Leng Yunxin said.

Han Zhou typed silently.

"The forest is dark and the grass is frightened by the wind, the general draws his bow at night..."

Leng Yunxin looked at Han Zhou writing this poem and wondered, could sending it out have any effect on the laning?

Isn't this kid too lazy to type, copying and pasting all the time?

Why did you suddenly write such a long poem?

At this time, Han Zhou was typing with trembling fingers while his literary spirit was entering the net, which was extremely painful.

However, it was the same situation when I used spar to cultivate Wenqi before, but today it is not mental pressure, but physical pain.

Han Zhou finished writing the poem, sent it out, and then hit the delete button.

At this time, there were three Wenshan Mountains in the comment area, which made Leng Yunxin suspicious.

And Long Xiaoxin has stopped talking.

Because in front of Long Xiaoxin, a general made of ink energy suddenly appeared.

Han Zhou continued to type on the forum: "I have to beat you up along the network cable before you know that Zhou Han is both civil and military."

Pushing the input disk away after typing: "The matchmaking is over, I'm going to sleep."

Leng Yunxin was suspicious: "Is the laning over?"

In Leng Yunxin's plan, if he finds someone as talkative as Long Xiaoxin, Han Zhou can't fight him all night?

Exercising the hardest finger muscles just when he was weakest and in pain.

Unexpectedly, this is the end?
Leng Yunxin just stared at the screen, but when Fan Long Xiaoxin said a word, she called Han Zhou to get up and continue laning.

But no, Long Xiaoxin didn't speak anymore.

The rest of the forum was also at a loss.

……

Long Xiaoxin looked at everything around him in a daze.

Just now a General Mo Qi appeared suddenly, Long Xiaoxin thought he was here to assassinate him.

As a result, as soon as the other party appeared, he immediately tore off the network cable used by the large optical computer in the room, and smashed his only remaining large optical computer that was not smashed.

Then it disappears.

Long Xiaoxin was dumbfounded, he didn't understand the situation at all...

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