super right hand

In order to speed up the gathering of the air, Jiang Hao's hands are constantly grasping and pinching the air, and all the flowing air that touches his palm is controlled by his perception, and according to his consciousness, everything is drawn into his hands.

Jiang Hao manipulated the airflow with ease.

Whoosh whoosh!

The airflow continuously rotates and gathers, forming a thumb-sized swirl in the center of Jiang Hao's palm. The swirl rotates continuously with the airflow, frantically absorbs the flowing airflow, and gathers together.

The whirling nests became bigger and bigger, and the agitated airflow became more and more intense, forming a faint, weak wind, blowing towards his body under Jiang Hao's intentional override.

"Unexpectedly, the manipulation technique has this function, which is much more comfortable than the air conditioner."

Jiang Hao closed his eyes in enjoyment, the acceleration of the air flow stirred the air flow around Jiang Hao, making Jiang Hao feel refreshed, and the boredom caused by sitting for a long time disappeared without a trace.

There are more than [-] people in the classroom, and it is hot summer again. The smell of sweat emanating from the boys' bodies is combined with the scents of various cosmetics applied on the girls' bodies. They intersect and condense together to create a unique smell. One can imagine.

Jiang Hao consciously controls the rotation speed of the whirlpool in his palm. If it turns too fast, it will probably cause panic in the class. After all, the sudden appearance of the whirlpool is too weird and does not meet the natural conditions for the formation of a whirlpool.

Whoa!

The big head's paper was shaken by the wind on Jiang Hao's body, which immediately attracted the attention of the idle big head. He looked up at Jiang Hao suspiciously, and found that Jiang Hao had his eyes closed, like a spring breeze, and he seemed to be enjoying himself. His hair was even without wind Automatically, it looks very elegant, and it is quite handsome when viewed from the perspective of a man.

What made Datou even more different was that the air flow around Jiang Hao's palms randomly placed in the air was obviously faster than other places, which made him feel very surprised and at a loss.

"It's so cool."

The big head turned sideways and put his head behind Jiang Hao's back, and immediately felt a gust of refreshing cool wind blowing, making him feel cool and want to shout.

"What are you doing?"

Guo Mei, behind Jiang Hao, was enjoying the breeze. When she saw Datou sticking out her head to block the flowing wind, she immediately gave Datou a dissatisfied look.

"What is it called?"

The big head didn't bother to talk to Guo Mei, and muttered in his heart: Damn, you are fatter than me, and the heat around you is exhausted, so you have the nerve to speak up, and I am upset, so I will directly punish you.

"Big head, what are you doing?"

Jiang Hao unconsciously increased the flow of the vortex, glanced at the baseball-sized airflow on his palm that was almost condensed into a solid body, nodded in satisfaction, and squinted at Borrowing Wind's big head.

The big head looked around cautiously, and found that no one was paying attention to him, so he simply asked in a low voice: "Mouse, are we brothers?"

Jiang Hao was left speechless by the inexplicable words of the big head. Seeing that the big head looked at him mysteriously and longingly, he pretended to think for a moment, nodded solemnly and said, "Yes."

Big Tou, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, had a flash of light in his eyes, and continued to ask in a lowered voice excitedly: "Did you practice some strange martial arts?"

"Extraordinary martial arts?" Jiang Hao touched his chin with his right hand, and the refreshing feeling of flowing air touching his body made him feel very comfortable, but he didn't show it, as if he had been seen through by you, he nodded in embarrassment: "You too Want to practice?"

"As soon as you came back, I saw that your temperament has changed. So you really practiced magical skills?" Datou was agitated, stretched out a carrot-like finger, pointed at himself, swallowed, and asked nervously: "May I not?" I can practice with you."

Jiang Hao examined it carefully, and under the uneasy gaze of the big head, he curled his lips helplessly, stretched out his hand and patted the head of the big head, and said with regret: "The muscles and bones are peculiar, and you are born to learn martial arts, but your head is too big. When you are old, it is an acquired defect, but it is due to your earnest attitude in studying, as long as you take one thing from you, it can make up for your inborn deficiency."

The big head was confused by Jiang Hao's pretending to be a ghost, and stammered, "What... what."

Jiang Hao suppressed a smile, glanced at the crotch of the big head intentionally or unintentionally, and sighed, looking embarrassed.

"Damn, do you have to leave the palace first if you want to practice magical skills!" The big head immediately understood that Jiang Hao was fooling him.

"Returning to magic skills, you read too many fantasy novels, if I know magic skills, I won't study here anymore." Jiang Hao glanced at his big head in disdain, this guy's perception is quite keen.

"Am I paranoid?" Datou scratched his head depressedly, and took a serious look at Jiang Hao's right hand, and found that there was nothing unusual about it. Could it be that my eyes were blurred just now?Puzzled, he immersed himself in the examination papers. Just now, the pencil filled out the answer sheets for Jiang Hao, and now there was a sudden wind. Today's bizarre encounters surpassed the plots in fantasy novels.

"Gathering."

Jiang Hao buried his head in doing the paper, and there was nothing unusual on the surface, but his consciousness was directing the airflow, which turned into a thin film and tightly adhered to the palm of his hand, and quickly gathered in the air, forming a pair of transparent palms.

The palm where the air flow converged was formed by imitating his hand. Under the control of consciousness, the converged palm easily floated above the classroom, and only approaching Mahu from above would not attract the attention of the students.

"It turns out that the class is like this."

Jiang Hao's consciousness turned into the palm of his hand. "Looking" at the students below who were immersed in the papers, he felt very strange, especially when he accidentally caught a glimpse of Bai Huahua's flesh exposed by the open necklines of a few girls, Jiang Hao was even more surprised. Qi and blood surged, and blood boiled.

Quickly manipulated the invisible palm, and approached the lecture in class to avoid nosebleeds.

Whoosh!

Mahu's sleep speed is really comparable to that of a donkey. He is sleeping very soundly at the moment. In order to perform well in today's high school graduating class seminar, he has been busy all night yesterday. Naturally, he has to take advantage of this time to catch up on sleep. , Keep your spirits up and perform well.

"It's disgusting."

Jiang Hao consciously watched Mahu's mouth spitting out, nearly overflowing with saliva, and directly ignored the past. If he really wanted to read on, he might not have to eat dinner tonight.

Ma Hu rested his head on the English textbook and looked out of the window. The baffle of the computer-integrated teaching desk erected high just blocked his head.

Jiang Hao glanced at the desk with his consciousness, and immediately grabbed the ink pen on the table with his transparent palm, and approached Mahu's face.

"Sleep, sleep as much as you want, when you wake up, you will definitely like the gift I gave you."

Jiang Hao's invisible palm quickly controlled the ink pen, and carefully drew on Mahu's face stroke by stroke.

"Ah."

Ma Hu was a little itchy from the painting, and scratched his hands randomly, but his eyes were not opened, and he continued to snore lightly, sleeping soundly.

"Did Teacher Ma not sleep?"

The few students sitting in front heard the sound of salsa rubbing, looked up and immediately saw the ink pen, shaking constantly, they were very surprised, but they didn't take it to heart, Mahu likes to correct on the table Papers, this is his teaching habit for many years, the people in Class [-] and [-] of high school are used to it, so they naturally shake the pen, thinking that he is correcting the papers.

"good."

Invisible Palm quickly completed the impromptu painting. After admiring the masterpiece on Mahu's face, Jiang Hao couldn't help admiring that he had such a high level. It would be too inferior for him not to enroll in an art painting class.

"Return."

As soon as Jiang Hao's consciousness moved, the scene changed rapidly, and the illusory palm was folded back again. He sensed the change of the airflow on the palm, and found that after the friction of the airflow and the waste of operation, the palm weakened by one-tenth, which is a normal reduction. Jiang Hao Hao didn't take it to heart.

Jiang Hao did not disband the air flow directly, but still turned the air flow into a thin layer and covered it on the palm of his right hand, controlling the air flow at all times to increase his proficiency in manipulation techniques.

The continuous flow and friction of the air flow makes the right hand very refreshed and comfortable, as if bathing and soaking in hot springs all the time, the comfortable breath flows through the arms to all parts of the body, as if doing a full-body massage all the time, very comfortable.

"Jingle Bell……"

The small hammer-like object on the electronic clock in the aisle was vigorously striking back and forth, and the crisp ringing sound spread to every corner of the campus. The five classes who were only one wall away from the electronic clock naturally heard it very clearly.

The loud ringing came to Mahu's ears, waking him up from his sleep. He hurriedly reached for the glasses, put them on, cleared his throat, and urged: "The papers are all handed in, yeah, what's the matter?" it's dark?"

In front of Mahu's eyes, it was pitch black at the moment, like a night where you can't see your fingers. Could it be that I slept until midnight?The scene in front of him made Mahu break out in a cold sweat. After class in the afternoon, there was going to be a graduating seminar for the third year of high school. Why did he oversleep? Don't the students know how to call me, damn it!

The students hurriedly picked up the papers and were about to hand in the papers before going to the podium. When they saw Ma Hu standing on the podium, his eyes were smeared black, like a blind man, stretching out his hands to wipe away the surroundings, they were all petrified for a while.

But when the students looked at the pictures on both sides of Mahu's face, they couldn't help laughing.

"what happened?"

Mahu was startled by the loud laughter, touched the glasses, his eyes immediately became brighter, and immediately realized that the glasses were wrong, he quickly lowered his eyes and looked at the black spots on the glasses. Mo Mo immediately understood what was going on, and his face instantly turned into a pig liver color. Just when he was about to get angry, he noticed the strange look on his face when his classmates looked at him, and hurriedly took out the beautiful small mirror that he carried with him.

When Mahu saw the exquisite and humorous ink painting on his face from the mirror, he was stunned. After a short period of calm, the storm finally broke out, and he saw a few strands of hair on his bald head burst into collective violence When he got up, Zai ignored the image of the teacher, jumped up and roared angrily: "Who did it?"