This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

The afternoon training was led by a specialized master of combat, and the students were Lin Jue, Huang Yong, and the other two rookies from different teams.

Although Lin Jue knew how to fight, he acted like a complete novice, often uncoordinated or tripping over his own feet during practice.

This allowed Huang Yong to openly mock him, seemingly delighted that the Night Phantom Squad had taken in a useless member.

For a long time afterward, there were no supernatural events. Lin Jue spent his lunch breaks hiding in the sleep pod to cultivate the Tempering Art, practiced combat in the afternoon, and went home to sleep at night.

Although the Flying Head guy told him to wait, he hadn't reappeared in the past few days. These days, though boring, were leisurely, allowing him to improve himself in peace.

Currently, his strength was twice as high as when he first transmigrated. The Tempering Art's improvement speed wasn't too fast, but it certainly wasn't slow either, and it was safe, unlike others who had to be contaminated before increasing their strength.

…

Half a month later, in the training room.

The coach singled out Lin Jue and scolded the other trainees: "You guys are all young and strong, but your learning progress can't even compare to this older brother!"

"Although Fang Hao initially seemed clumsy and stupid, he's diligent, hardworking, and has a talent for this. In just half a month, he's surpassed three months of your training."

Lin Jue stood aside, embarrassed, but inwardly wondered if the coach was praising or mocking him.

The coach let Lin Jue rejoin the group, then said in a deep voice: "Next, we'll have a small test. Two people will fight each other, and the winner will pass the assessment directly and won't have to come to training anymore!"

There was such a good thing?

Everyone perked up. Training was hard and tiring, and who wouldn't want to stay in the office and slack off like the others?

"Huang Yong, Fang Hao, you two go first!" The coach pointed: "Remember, you're not allowed to use your abilities. The first to fall to the ground will be considered the loser."

How coincidental.

Lin Jue stood up, looked at Huang Yong, and smiled: "Little Huang, please be gentle."

"What are you calling me?" Huang Yong also stood up, looking displeased.

He always felt like the other party was calling a dog's name.

The two stood facing each other, and as soon as the coach shouted "Start", Huang Yong launched an attack, a straight punch aimed at Lin Jue's face.

Anxious and impetuous, full of openings.

Lin Jue directly blocked the punch, slightly raised his right foot, and gently hooked it.

Huang Yong staggered and fell backward.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, Lin Jue grabbed his wrist and pulled him up, a simple smile on his face, and whispered: "Little Huang, be careful."

After speaking, he directly punched Huang Yong in the nose.

"Hey, what's going on? Why aren't my hands listening to my brain? Could it be that the aftereffects of the contamination haven't worn off yet?"

After throwing this punch, he looked at his hand with a confused expression.

While saying this, he punched Huang Yong in the face again, which made him very bewildered: "What's going on? Ah! My hand! What's wrong with my hand?"

"I'm sorry, Little Huang, I really didn't do it on purpose. You also know that I haven't been contaminated for long."

He apologized, but his hands didn't stop at all.

Punch after punch, Huang Yong's eyes glazed over, and blood flowed from his nose.

What kind of aftereffect is this!? Not being able to control one's own hands?

The coach couldn't bear to watch and hurriedly stepped forward to hold Lin Jue back: "Fang Hao, wake up!"

He dragged Lin Jue away from Huang Yong, who fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes dull, completely stunned.

"Coach, my hands really aren't under my control!" Lin Jue's hands waved wildly in the air, as if possessed.

The others watched in fear, was this really an aftereffect of the contamination?

But it was also possible, after all, contamination affected the mental level, and behavior was often out of control.

Most of them believed Fang Hao, after all, this guy was usually smiling, honest, and friendly.

How could someone with this kind of personality suddenly beat people for no reason?

"Hey, Coach, I seem to be better now, you're really a miracle doctor." Lin Jue's waving hands stopped, as if he had woken up from that possessed state.

The coach looked at Lin Jue and asked uncertainly: "Really better?"

"Really better." Lin Jue moved his hands and feet flexibly: "Look, they listen now."

"Alright, you've passed the assessment, you don't have to come to training anymore." The coach patted Lin Jue's shoulder: "You have a high talent for combat, you should practice more in the future, don't waste it."

Lin Jue solemnly nodded. In fact, there was no talent at all, but just showing a little bit of what he already knew.

He walked to Huang Yong's side and reached out his hand with a face full of apology: "Little Huang, I'm really sorry, I really had aftereffects just now, you've experienced it too, you know it's uncontrollable."

"I've never seen this kind of aftereffect, being unable to control your hands!" Huang Yong said with a dark face, reaching out his hand to grab Lin Jue's hand, wanting to stand up.

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Then, he saw another huge fist coming straight at his face.

"I diu lei lao…" Before the curse could come out, his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground again.

That hateful voice sounded again, shouting loudly: "Ah! What's going on! I can't control myself again!"

"My hand, what's wrong with you?"

"Little Huang, are you okay? Are you okay!"

I'm not okay!

Can you please stop hitting me!

Huang Yong's brain crashed from being punched again and again.

"Fang Hao, wake up!" This time, everyone rushed up and pulled Lin Jue, who was riding on Huang Yong and constantly punching, off and held him down together.

"I can't control myself! I'm sorry! Little Huang!" Lin Jue wailed in pain, drooling, his hands and feet struggling uncontrollably as if pulled by something.

He acted like a manic patient from his previous life, his acting was very realistic, and everyone believed that he was really suffering from aftereffects.

Except for Huang Yong.

"I go to your…" Huang Yong struggled to raise his head, wanting to curse, but the next second his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

"Hey, I'm better again!" Lin Jue crawled out from under the crowd, patted the dust off his body, his face full of apology: "I really didn't do it on purpose."

He looked at Huang Yong, who was lying on the ground unconscious, his old face full of grievances: "I didn't know that the aftereffects hadn't completely gone away, it's just a pity for Little Huang…"

"Um, um, um, I know." The coach wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave."

He was afraid that this guy would have another episode and start beating people randomly again.

He was fine a while ago, why did he suddenly have aftereffects again today?

The others also stayed far away, with strange expressions. It's better to have less contact with this guy Fang Hao in the future.

Lin Jue bowed and apologized again and again. When he left the training room and passed Huang Yong on the ground, his foot suddenly lifted up and went straight for Huang Yong's thigh.

"It's over! I can't control myself again! Can't control myself! Ah! Ah!"

Everyone was shocked and rushed up: "Fang Hao, wake up! Wake up!"