Fake Mechanic

() The sudden bad news made the fat man a little unbearable, and suddenly thought of the light that flashed in the night sky when he was drinking, his heart shrank again.

Obviously, there are thousands of troops and horses in front of him as if there is nothing, and every step falls into the old man's hub, almost without omissions, how could he turn his head into nothing at the last step?

Xiang Yu's face was extremely ugly, he stared blankly at the screen hanging high in the air, watched the video of the spaceship explosion over and over again, the unbelievable feeling in his heart gradually turned into a bone-chilling chill that chilled his limbs.

Since the old man dared to choose to use the spaceship to escape from the Crimson Orange Star, he must be sure of escape, how could he be shot down so easily?Is there something wrong with the spaceship?Or did the Federation see through his next move?

Obviously, as I predicted, the old man escaped from Shama Town smoothly, but in the end it turned into a flame that was not as brilliant as fireworks in the sky, like a star that twinkled and then went out.People die like lights out. I thought that such a powerful old man could manipulate the entire Federation in the palm of his hand, but he was ruthlessly crushed by the powerful state machine.

Fatty suddenly felt depressed, and traces of anger, like grass sprouts stubbornly poking out from under the rocks, were slowly emerging. The enthusiastic discussions and unconcealable excitement and pride of the young people around him made this anger gradually grow. The traces gathered and turned into a cavity of grief and anger that was about to get out of control.

Fatty used his last bit of rationality to call the little goblin a dozen times in his heart, but he still didn't get the slightest response. This was undoubtedly worse, and the ominous premonition became more disturbing.

Xiao Mi saw that his face was not right, and asked with concern: "What's the matter, is the alcohol coming up?"

The fat man forced a smile and said, "Well, I feel uncomfortable."

Xiao Mi misunderstood him, pointing at a distance and said with a smile, "The toilet is over there, just go if you want to throw up, anyway, you are not a big man, so there is no need to hold back and pretend to be a man."

Fatty is so empathetic, it's hard to say.

The public toilets in Baita District are even more upscale than the bedrooms of ordinary people in Zhabei District. The microcirculation system is open all day long, and there is no smell or filth. It is as clean as the towering White Tower. It seems that it will never Contaminated with dust.

There was no one around, the grief and anger in Fatty's heart finally broke out, and he punched hard on the white wall brick, scratching the skin on the joints, and when he retracted his hand, there were a few bright red marks on the wall.

Taking a few deep breaths, the fat man just turned around when he saw a person walking in the door, blocking the door intentionally or unintentionally, and the action of lowering his head to light a cigarette was very stylish.

The man took a deep breath, raised his head and blew out a smoke ring, but he didn't intend to give way. He stared at the fat man with gloomy eyes, and said after a while, "Are you familiar with Fei Mi?"

Fatty looked at the young man who was clearly in a mood not much better than himself, and was not much older than himself, and was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly swept away the haze on his face, and asked, "Are you familiar with Fan Xiaoshan?"

Long Ze, who originally wanted to block the fat man in the toilet and give him a good lesson, obviously did not expect the fat man to answer the question, the momentum of provocation was stagnated, and his face became even more ugly.

The fat man pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, and continued, "It doesn't look familiar, so I'm easy."

He raised his hand and beckoned to Longze, gesturing to let the horse come over, "You blocked me here and refused to give way, you just wanted to fight with me, for Xiao Mi? Since you want to do it, don't worry about it." Talk about it, come on!"

Seeing Long Ze blocking the door intentionally or unintentionally, and asking a seemingly inexplicable question, the fat man figured out many things within a few breaths.

Drinking the strongest wine and dating the most popular girl, just like him becoming the pilot of the prototype machine out of nowhere, is definitely something that attracts red eyes.Fan Xiaoshan was afraid that he had already guessed the ending, so he hurriedly pulled Ai You to jump away, maybe he was hiding somewhere to watch the show at this time.

This handsome man in front of him who can't hide the gloomy eyes is not deliberately arranged by Fan Xiaoshan. If you use this method to test yourself, in normal times, the fat man will pretend to be confused and say something good. If he didn't block the way, he would tease Long Ze a few words, but after learning the sad news of the old man's death, his patience became extremely poor, so he avoided those foreplays and went straight to the point.

Long Ze didn't expect that the fat man had already understood his reason for coming, and after a moment of surprise, a sinister and fierce look appeared on his face, "You are very smart, I hope your fighting skills are as good as your brain."

The manic anger in Fatty's heart at this time has been completely ignited by Long Ze's provocation, but he has been in the slums for a long time, the more angry he is, the brighter the smile on his face, if it is not for the old man, with his shamelessness Xingzi, I'm afraid that there will be more insidious tricks used on Long Ze, and he will definitely not pierce the window paper first.

Although Xiang Yu didn't want to accept the tragic accident of the old man for a while, he knew in his heart that the truth doesn't change if you don't want to accept it.

"Don't worry, at least my body can withstand beatings better than ordinary people." The fat man walked straight towards Long Ze while talking.The young master is in a bad mood, so you came here to stroke the tiger's beard, it's not right for you to be flattered!

A little red light popped out from Longze's fingers, and shot straight at Fatty's face.

It was Long Ze who had smoked half of the cigarettes, this guy was also a ruthless guy, he didn't even think about any fair and honest contest, the fat man pointed out his intentions straight to the point, the raging jealousy was even more out of control, he wished to wipe the fat man's smiling face Only by stepping on the ground can I relieve my breath.

After the cigarette butt, there was an even sharper punch.

Hit the fat man's ribs! <The little gangsters in Fengjie are different, they look like the orthodox fighting skills of the military.

This guy is no ordinary dude!

Considering that Fan Xiaoshan said that most of the guests in the alibi wine were soldiers, it is not surprising that Long Ze punched so fiercely and swiftly.

A sneer flashed across Long Ze's mouth, his right fist, which could break several ribs, suddenly lost all strength halfway, instead, it stayed for half a second, and lightly rested on the fat man's arm.

A powerful force struck, gently lifting the fat man's body of two hundred catties.

A beautiful over-the-shoulder throw!

After the loud noise, Xiang Yu was thrown several meters, and his bloated body slammed into the corner of the wall to stop the castration.

When the fat man grinned his teeth and sat up, the two hundred bones on his body groaned almost simultaneously, and a stream of heat slowly flowed down from his forehead. Although the force of this violent fall was cushioned by fat, the hard bricks still broke the fat man's head. Small mouth.

It was the first time they met each other, and Long Ze made the fat man popular.

"It seems that you guessed that I was going to hit you, but you didn't guess that you were not my opponent at all."

Long Ze, who had the upper hand, sneered again and again, standing still and not chasing after him. Since he tried the weight of the fat man as soon as he made a move, he planned to taste the first sip of victory wine first, and it would be better to humiliate his opponent.

The teeth broke his lips, and the fat man's mouth was full of fishy and sweet taste.

"Your hand is used to push the girl to bed, is this the strength?"

He struggled to sit up against the wall, turned his head and spat blood on the ground, and laughed happily, but his snow-white teeth were stained red by the blood, making him look a little miserable.

Long Ze lit another cigarette, sneered again and again, "I'll knock out your teeth later, let's see if you'll be so stubborn! Get up!"

The fat man adjusted his sitting posture rascally, touched the corner of his mouth, looked at the bright red on the back of his hand, and smiled even more happily, "If it were me, I would have used a cloth belt to stuff your head and give you a hard fuck , where is there so much nonsense, do the soldiers in the Baita District fight like this?"

Having said that, the fat man refused to stand up, and leaned against the corner, continuing to grind his lips.

He is very aware of Long Ze's strength, the army's fighting skills are indeed sharp, if Long Ze continues to pursue, he will have to go around long ago, but since the other party wants to pose handsomely, the fat man is also happy to take a breath.He knew very well that the more he said that, there was a high probability that Longze would continue to play the cat-and-mouse game with restraint and perseverance.

When I was a child, the old man also taught me a set of body exercises. Fifteen grotesque movements were changed repeatedly, and the postures were ugly and ugly. The only benefit of the fat man after training was that his weight soared, his appetite was surprisingly good, and he felt nothing else. .

Fortunately, the old man only forced himself to practice these fifteen movements for three years. After he saw that the fat man had mastered them proficiently, he stopped forcing him to practice every day. The fat man was concerned that his weight had reached the point where he was embarrassed to increase it, so he was lazy and did not continue. Now that he was knocked down by Long Ze in the first encounter, the fat man who had never been so aggrieved in a fight on Chunfeng Street somehow remembered those fifteen moves.

I ran through these fifteen movements that were so familiar that I couldn't be more familiar. Although there was no movement in the body, the muscles of the whole body were still tensed and contracted habitually. The soreness was relieved quickly.

The elbow joint of his right arm, which was sprained by Long Ze skillfully when he fell over his shoulder, seemed to be less uncomfortable.

After moving his right hand twice, the fat man slowly got up and continued to stimulate Long Ze, "Come on, don't forget to use your nipple grip this time!"

Long Ze let out a muffled snort, and stepped forward. Before the fat man's habitually flirtatious legs had been lifted halfway, he was kicked by Long Ze's first kick, which hit the face of the calf, followed by the same kick. wrestling.

The fat man's [-]-jin body flew over Longze's shoulder again, landed on the ground in almost the same posture, slid on the smooth floor tiles for a distance of four or five meters, and hit the wall again before stopping.

This time it was a little different.

Although the fall was even more embarrassing than last time, the fat man got up again within a few seconds, with a relaxed and happy expression on his face.

Just now in mid-air, his body adjusted a little involuntarily, which not only relieved most of Long Ze's dark energy, but also landed with his feet first when he landed, but the momentum inertia of his obese body was too large, so he grumbled Rolled a few times.

It was one of those fifteen moves that saved Fatty!The ugly posture that was once complained by the fat man was like a dead fish twisting its waist, but inadvertently easily resolved the throwing technique that Long Ze was so proud of.

"No way, you, you've only scored twice and you're going soft, why don't you give me another chance?"

Hearing the fat man's even more unbearable teasing, Long Ze's complexion changed. Just now, he actually intended to remove the fat man's shoulder joints. Not only did he fail, but he seemed to have grabbed a large piece of slippery fat , there was a faint strange feeling that he couldn't use his strength, and in desperation he threw the fat man out again.

Long Ze is originally the kind of person with an extreme personality who likes to follow the path of the horns, so after being rejected by Xiao Mi many times, he became angry and wanted to vent his anger on the fat man. It is impossible for a fat man to fall from a meatball to a meatloaf.

The fat man also vaguely guessed that the weird posture taught by the old man had played a role, and he wanted to try it himself for a while, so he made a mockery, for fear that Long Ze would not throw himself again.

One of the two is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer, but they hit it off.

The two figures split apart at the touch of a touch, and under Longze's physical fitness index as high as 5 in an instant, the fat man fell violently, and the fat man once again lived up to everyone's expectations and was thrown out.

This time the effect was extraordinary, the fat man's body directly hit the wall half a meter above the ground, but Long Ze's face was even uglier.His arm strength is amazing, and his eyesight is not bad. As early as the moment the fat man touched the wall, he saw that the fat man had adjusted his posture in the air, his feet cushioned the force of the impact on the wall, and he stood firmly when he landed. when.

How could it be so relaxed and happy when it was clearly the end of the film that couldn't be picked off on the wall?

Long Ze didn't understand, but Fatty knew it very well. When he landed, he wished he could perform the gesture of raising his hands to lift the sky at the end of the movements of individual cao players, but he held back because he still wanted Long Ze to fall again.

The movement of "dead fish twisting the waist" has become extremely proficient after three falls, Long Ze's huge strength comparable to several grown-up men turned into boiling water, and disappeared invisible with every gesture, the fat man was secretly happy.

The toilet became a private training ground, and the set of movements that had been gradually forgotten came back to my mind. The result of years of hard training, after many days of silence, the dust faded away, and the light reappeared, but the fat man felt a little bitter in his heart. I only understand his painstaking efforts, is it a joke from God?

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"Master, what kind of pose is this? It's so ugly?" The neighbors who woke up early on Fengjie walked past Xiang Yu's thin body, and all smiled kindly. They were ordered to stand outside the wine and pose in the early morning Feng Sao, needless to say, Xiang Yu must have done something wrong again to make the old man angry!

Seeing that no one was willing to speak up to smooth things over for him, Xiang Yu was annoyed and yelled at He Jiu, the big black guy who was squatting on the ground and watching with relish, "Brother Jiu, you've been laughing all morning, you'll die if you stop!"

"Little brother, Brother Nine is clearly stealing the teacher. The old man was only willing to teach me seven moves before. I don't expect you to steal a few more drinks in the future so that you can learn a few new moves."

He Jiu wasn't annoyed at all, and smiled and glanced at the old man who was still holding a wooden stick and still had no expression on his face.

Xiang Yu has been in this embarrassing "dead fish twisting waist" posture for nearly half an hour. His back hurts, his legs are cramping, and he muttered bitterly, "Stealing your sister, this old man is destroying the new life of the underage Federation!"

He Jiu continued to comfort her verbally, "But don't worry, my brother guarantees his character, as long as you practice for a year or two, your unstoppable little body will definitely become as good as I am now."

The big black man shook the tendons on his body as he spoke.

Xiang Yugang wanted to say something, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a piece of rotten newspaper flying towards him in the wind, with a large piece of black and yellow stains on it. I want to bow my head to avoid it.

Unexpectedly, the old man came first after a sneak attack with a wooden stick, and directly hit Xiang Yu's calf!

After a crisp snap, there was another soft snap.

Xiang Yu covered his calves with his hands and hopped around on one foot in the winter morning wind. He was so painful that he lost his voice, and an old newspaper from a few days ago was covered on his face. Star Circle!" headline news.

The old man said coldly, "The half-hour penalty just now doesn't count. Continue to stand for half an hour. He Jiu, keep an eye on him. If you keep an eye on him, I'll let you continue stealing lessons."

He Jiu's eyes lit up with joy, and he kept applauding, so he didn't look like the big brother who was suffering and pitiful just now. <He Jiu, one of the four villains in Fengjie, has a fart character!

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The past flashed through my mind, but the fat man wanted to laugh but couldn't. Why Mao Hejiu was able to train a body full of lumps, but he looked like an overblown inflatable doll. What the old man was thinking is now unknown, the only one All that was left to me were the hundreds of movies and these fifteen poses in my mind.

I always thought that those fifteen postures were useless except for fattening, but now I suddenly realized when I met Fatty Longze, how could the old man who can throw a rag like a flying knife treat his only grandson badly?

The fat man felt sad again, but he didn't show it on his face. I remember that He Jiu once said to himself that these strange postures of the old man seemed to be the fragments of some kind of unique body training method, and he vowed that one day he would practice like that. The old man was just as good at throwing knives.

The fat man scoffed at this, since the old man could practice so well, he just handed over the program, why did he teach a lot of fragmented source codes, and it was obvious that he was tormenting people.

The fat man also thought about whether the combination of zi you and [-] postures is complete, but after counting it, there are more than ten billion possibilities. The lazy fat man would not spend such effort. The old man refused to tell the whole story, and he would never take the initiative Jumping into the pit.

Now after some personal experience, Fatty's thoughts from back then resurfaced again. Only the little goblin's machine head can handle this kind of thing, but the little goblin hasn't heard any news so far, and I don't know if something happened. Fatty finally became active and his mind sank again.

The fat man was distracted here, and Long Ze's expression was even more distorted.

I didn't expect this fat man with rough skin and thick flesh to be so forbidden to be beaten, and he is so taciturn that he is not afraid of getting angry. Although there is no camera in the toilet, there is no guarantee that someone will come in, so it is better to fix it quickly.

There was a fierce look in Long Ze's eyes. The fat man saw it and sighed secretly. It seemed that this fool would not throw himself again. He didn't know if he could resist another move.

At this moment, an emotionless voice sounded in Fatty's ears.

"Relax, I'll deal with him!"

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ps: [-] words, I have something to do today, [-] words will be combined into two updates