super right hand

Since Yinglan works as a nanny in Jiang's family, she has to deal with a lot of things every day, so Jiang Hao has been living alone since junior high school, and the living expenses were all sent to him by Yinglan from Ningbo. This one-bedroom, one-living room Yinglan rented the house for him when he was in Zhongzhou No. [-] Middle School.

The house is not big, the structure is very simple, but the furnishings are very good. In the middle of the room, there are a few old but still usable sofas. A dining table is abandoned in the corner, and a huge sandbag is hung in the middle of the room. , Due to long-term blowing and friction, the surface of the sandbag has turned white. The sandbags are not the same as those sandbags filled with sawdust mixture sold on the market. They are real sandbags.

The sandbag was specially made by Ningbo for him, and the sandbags are filled with pure sand and gravel. Ningbo has been strict with Jiang Hao since he was a child. Practicing martial arts to strengthen his body is the most important one. In Ningbo's wretched words, the benefits of practicing martial arts are , can also step on people, can be handsome, and can protect women from being bullied.

Jiang Hao has always disagreed with what Ningbo said, because as a bodyguard, Ningbo always protects others from stepping on others, and there is no danger when he is handsome, but he is often the target of being chased and beaten to vent after he is handsome!

"what!"

Jiang Hao let out a suffocated roar, and a strange force swirled in his body, which made him feel very uncomfortable. He put his schoolbag on the ground, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes revealed fierceness, and his fists hit the sandbag like a storm .

Maybe, only when you are exhausted, you don't have the energy to think about things you shouldn't think about!

Bang bang!

Under Jiang Hao's uninterrupted and violent bombardment, the sandbag made a dull hitting sound. Every time Jiang Hao raised and lowered his fist, it just left a shallow fist mark on the surface.

"Hoohoo!"

Jiang Hao, who only played for 10 minutes at a time, made an exception today and punched and kicked for an hour before finally getting exhausted. He took off his bloody clothes and walked into the bathroom naked.

Whoa whoa whoa!

The cold water sprayed out from the fluffy shower head, and slid on Jiang Hao's strong skin, splashing a burst of water. Jiang Hao stood with his head up, and the cold water made his swollen and hot head sober.

puff!

It wasn't until the fire of lust was completely poured out by the cold water that Jiang Hao spat out the water vigorously, wiped his body and wet hair casually, walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and sat lazily on the swinging rattan chair in the middle of the room Looking up, he glanced at a bookshelf that was placed against the wall of the hall. There were books on the bookshelf. There were many types of books, both ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, but they were basically about jade and porcelain, and Calligraphy and painting identification, poetry and ancient sentences.

The books on the bookshelf were not bought by Jiang Hao, but kept by the original owner of the house. The various books on the bookshelf have been flipped through by Jiang Hao several times in the past three years.

Compared with the content of books, Jiang Hao prefers the dense after-reading impressions and self-awareness left on the books. From his not very profound perspective, the post-reading impressions and self-awareness left on bookshelves , definitely better than the author of the book, the original owner of the house even corrected the mistakes in the introduction of antiques in the book!

With the popularity of various collection programs and the spread of various legendary and exciting collection stories, it has triggered a wave of collections across China, and also triggered Jiang Hao's desire to obtain wealth. Over time, reading antique books has become His pastime when he was bored at home.

I got up and picked up a book called "Appreciation" with a beautiful blue and white porcelain vase on the cover, flipped through it a few times, and looked at the dense reading comprehension on the book:

"Collectors should use their heart. Only with heart can they communicate with ancient artifacts, read ancient artifacts, and thus identify ancient artifacts!"

"Only with ulterior motives!" Jiang Hao carefully chewed the comments on the book, but his eyes drifted to the mobile phone next to him, remembering what he did last night, thinking about whether to call Zhang Xinyi and explain.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang Hao put down the book, picked up the phone, and edited, "Are you asleep?"

After a pause for a few minutes, just when Jiang Hao thought he was going to die, his phone vibrated. Jiang Hao was overjoyed and immediately opened the text message. The content was very simple, just two words: hooligan.

Jiang Hao felt that something was going on, sat up excitedly, and sent a message with concern: Is your foot healed?

After waiting for a while, a word was sent in the text message: yes

Jiang Hao was not discouraged, and continued to ask: Do you want to go shopping together tomorrow.Pressed the send button and waited expectantly for the result.

"Boring!" Zhang Xinyi immediately responded to the text message without thinking.

Jiang Hao thought about the need to find a reason, and suddenly remembered that the CD is still in Zhang Xinyi's hands. If Xiao Nizi reads the content, it will be troublesome at that time, so he hurriedly continued editing: "My CD, you didn't read it."

"Hooligan, who watched your kind of CD, huh!" Zhang Xinyi showed great dissatisfaction. It turned out that after all, she wanted to get back a few CDs. She is really a complete hooligan!

"You can keep it, but don't let others see it." Jiang Hao sensed the dissatisfaction in his words, but the disc must be very involved. If it is discovered, he may be killed.

"I'll pay you back tomorrow!" Zhang Xinyi glanced at the CD on the bed and edited it indifferently.

Jiang Hao was too tired to send text messages, so he directly dialed Zhang Xinyi's phone, the receiver beeped a few times, and Zhang Xinyi's dissatisfied voice reached Jiang Hao's ears: "My parents are asleep, the CD is so important ?"

"You have to be responsible to me. My clothes were stained with blood just to give you a massage." Jiang Hao cast a glance at the clothes stained with nosebleeds on the ground, and simply played the trick.

Isn't there such a saying, the love between two people always starts with one person being a hooligan first!

Unexpectedly by Jiang Hao, Zhang Xinyi was silent for a moment, and responded in a soft voice: "Okay."

"Then I'll go to study." Jiang Hao suppressed his excitement and reported in a gentle tone as much as possible.

"Then see you tomorrow." Zhang Xinyi hung up the phone, feeling a little inexplicably nervous, and even more conflicted in her heart. She didn't want to agree to Jiang Hao, but she couldn't help being curious, and wanted to get close to Jiang Hao and investigate. Let's take a look at what kind of person Jiang Hao is.

Being able to massage her to death, and possessing a super memory ability, and her mental arithmetic is better than a calculator, she couldn't help but look forward to seeing each other tomorrow, she reached out and hugged a rogue rabbit, and hugged her in her arms, with a slight smile on her lips , lying on the warm and comfortable bed.

Jiang Hao stared at the mobile phone in his hand, full of thoughts, and the suppressed excitement emerged again. Putting it aside, let alone texting Zhang Xinyi, he was embarrassed even to meet and greet.

But today, not only shared dinner with envious eyes, but also massaged Zhang Xinyi's round and delicate jade feet. After just one day, Jiang Hao felt as wonderful as a year had passed!

"Thank you."

Jiang Hao's eyes turned to his right arm. All the changes started from playing "Merry Fairy" to molesting NPCs, being blasted by nine thunders, and getting the right hand of God.

"I must live a wonderful life."

Jiang Hao put the phone back in his pocket, took a deep breath, and wanted to sleep, but he couldn't sleep no matter what he remembered about tomorrow's appointment, so he looked at the schoolbag on the ground.

After discovering that, after stroking and manipulating the knowledge with his right hand, all of it can be turned into memory and recorded in his mind, Jiang Hao has already decided to make up for all the knowledge that has been lacking in the past three years.

Jiang Hao is completely confident. With the cooperation of memory and Zhang Xinyi's serious and responsible explanations, his academic performance will definitely improve by leaps and bounds. Jiang Hao is not studying for the exam. If he is really studying for the entrance exam that he bet with Mahu, he will learn from a complete perspective. People can do it, there is no need to learn.

And Jiang Hao's learning is really devoted learning, learning for the purpose of increasing knowledge.

Unzipping the zipper of the schoolbag, Jiang Hao took out the English book from it, opened the first page of the English textbook, took a deep breath, and stroked the page with his right hand.

Whoosh!

Jiang Hao felt his eyes brighten. On the pages of the book, the neatly rubbed English letters suddenly came alive as if they had life, and turned into symbol spirits, which got into his right hand.

After the symbol got into his right hand, it immediately got into Jiang Hao's brain and became his memory!

"I didn't expect it to be so fast."

Jiang Hao was taken aback, his eyes turned to his right hand naturally, and he entered the page of perspective magic, and found that the proficiency was slightly increasing. Although there was still a distance from the third scale, it was actually increasing.

Jiang Hao firmly believes that as long as he works hard to control and connect with the ability to control, he may soon break through the third scale and usher in another branch of the magic of perspective.

Jiang Hao has grasped the powerful side of manipulation, and he feels that the uses of manipulation must be far more than these, but everything still needs to be searched, explored, and discovered.

Although Jiang Hao is looking forward to new abilities, he is not in a hurry to obtain them. Just like the sentiment in "Appreciation", as long as he works hard, everything will not be far away.

"go."

With no one to disturb him, Jiang Hao concentrated his consciousness and expanded the airflow that he had been manipulating, compressing and tempering continuously, forming a transparent airflow coat, which was gently attached to the smooth body surface, the slight flow of air around him, friction Driving the airflow jacket, the flow of airflow in the airflow jacket absorbs and evaporates the heat on his body, making Jiang Hao feel very comfortable.

"memory."

Jiang Hao stared intently at the English textbook in his hand, and completely let go of the restraint set by his right hand. The English textbook in his hand shook, and the English letters jumped like elves, shining with soft light, and combined into a billowing The torrent of letters penetrated into the right hand, and then continued to move forward, and finally penetrated into Jiang Hao's head, becoming an indelible part of his memory forever.