Urban God-level Selection System

Now Zhang Wanlin finally understands the meaning of the third item in the letter and helps Teacher Zhang.

If you don't help her, help her fundamentally, she will still be coerced by Yang Feng.

And to help her need money.

Probably a lot of money.

When Zhang Wanlin was thinking about the problem, Wang Zihua pushed him: "Hello, are you stupid?"

Why don't you speak?" "Didn't you just tell me not to speak? "

Zhang Wanlin didn't even want to say a word.

"Ah—" At this moment, at this very moment, the Prince Painting was really going crazy.

"Don't say I know you from now on! What an idiot plus an idiot, super idiot!!"

The first class in the afternoon is the physical education class.

This time the enemy met his opponent and completely ran into it.

Before the class, the prince's heart was beating up and down, saying that Yang Feng was famous for corporal punishment in school. What would he do to her and Zhang Wanlin?

Looking at Zhang Wanlin again, he looked a little indifferent, idly in a daze all morning.

That is the way Zhang Wanlin is thinking about coping, where to get so much money.

He thought, the old lady still has a few million, and she can also make tens of thousands of money every month, so she should be able to put out a few hundred thousand.

I just don't know if the old lady will **** herself.

When Wang Zihua saw him look bad, he thought in his heart that he must never have anything to do with this person anymore.

He walked his way, she crossed her bridge, not related to each other.

Finally arrived at the physical education class. After Yang Feng called the call, he focused on Zhang Wanlin and Wang Zi's drawing, and then the daily training, such as running warm-up.

Finally, there are 30 minutes left to disband and free activities.

"Prince Zhang Wanlin draws you two to stay."

Yang Feng said.

The time to come is finally here.

Wang Zihua's heartbeat was violent, and Zhang Wanlin went straight forward and walked in front of Yang Feng together.

The disbanded classmates around watched.

Although Yang Feng usually punishes him physically, his discipline is looser most of the time. After all, he himself is relatively lazy.

When naming names like this, something serious often happens.

Like last time, I made a single call to teach a student who did not obey the discipline.

What did Zhang Wanlin and Wang Zi do this time?

Teacher Yang will be called individually.

Many people have speculated that they have a vague premonition of bad psychology.

Yang Feng looked at these two immature students. They were damaging their good deeds again and again. How could he tolerate it?

You have to give them a little bit of color to see, so that they can remember.

He said, "Do you know why you are alone?"

Zhang Wanlin and Wang Zi painted both shook their heads, both pretending to be confused.

At this time, if you don't want to be stripped, you can't say much.

"I see that your daily performance is not serious enough, especially when you were sloppy in training just now, and your movements were very inadequate.

On this point, I allow it, so you must be punished. "

Yang Feng said, "Near the first offense, the prince drew you eight laps in the playground as a girl.

Zhang Wanlin, you are a boy, so you run ten laps. "

The students around were in an uproar.

This huge playground is more than 1,000 meters long. What is the concept of eight laps?

8000 meters! Running more than 8,000 meters is outrageous.

As for Zhang Wanlin, it is even harder, 10,000 meters! The two of them have moved Teacher Yang's negative scales?

! "Mr. Yang, this is obviously aimed at two people, otherwise so many people have irregular movements, why should they choose only two of them."

"Then how did they provoke Teacher Yang?"

"how could I know?"

Yang Feng looked at Zhang Wanlin and Wang Zi's painting: "So do you have any questions?"

"No."

Zhang Wanlin answered.

Then the prince painting.

"Then run.

I should be able to finish running in 30 minutes. If I can't finish running, then I can move the punishment to the next class to continue. "

Amid the sympathy of their classmates, Zhang Wanlin and Wang Zihua both ran.

Running is relatively simple for Wang Zihua. She has the habit of running to school every morning.

Therefore, how to say the eight laps is still quite suitable for her.

As for Zhang Wanlin, it was really hard.

Ten laps! You must know that he is lazy, let alone running, walking is too tired, clamoring every day that the old sister should drive.

Now let's not say how tired it is to run, let alone ten laps, the whole body sweats profusely, and the legs and feet are weak before one lap.

Wang Zihuaxin ideally must stay away from him, must, definitely stay away, because she feels that as long as she gets close to him, she will definitely be unlucky.

For example this time.

But seeing Zhang Wanlin panting, she couldn't run too far, so she could only follow him unhurriedly, for fear that something might happen to him.

In sports, she also knows a little bit about what will happen to a boy who doesn't run often if you let him run ten laps.

"Adjust your breathing, don't worry, take your time."

The prince painted and ordered.

Zhang Wanlin was out of breath, "Why don't you run first, leave me alone."

"Although you are an idiot, I don't want to care about you, and I don't have a good impression of you, but I will not leave you alone because of what you have done for me."

"So can you help me by talking here?"

Zhang Wanlin smiled: "I think if you can help me run two laps, I will be very grateful."

"What an idiot.

Then I ignore you. "

Prince painting speeded up and ran forward.

Zhang Wanlin sweats like rain, sweating profusely, running like a shower, don't look so tired, only three laps.

And the prince drew like a light elf in front, it was already the fourth lap, and the fourth lap surpassed him.

The buddies Li Gang and Wang Hai jogged over while Zhang Wanlin was walking on the road to rest, and asked, "Zhang Wanlin, what are you doing, and why did that surname Yang treat you this way."

"That's right, run ten laps, why doesn't he run! It's horrible!"

Zhang Wanlin was so tired that he didn't have the strength to speak. He shook his head: "Stop talking.

You will not understand. "

"What about the prince painting, is she for the same reason as you?"

Yang Gang is more concerned about this issue.

"I don't know, since you care about her, just ask her."

Zhang Wanlin ran again.

Although the speed is super slow, Wang Hai and Yang Gang who are talking while wandering can catch up with him.

Sweat oozes from the forehead painted by the prince, sticking the hair together, her face flushed, and her breath is even. Although she is tired, she still moves forward in an orderly rhythm.

On the other hand, Zhang Wanlin's rhythm is messed up, and it's not bad to be able to run.

She thought, in fact, she should run ten laps, Zhang Wanlin ran eight laps.

Zhang Wanlin has reached the fifth circle, and Wang Zi's painting has reached the seventh circle.

She is still walking fast, showing a rare athletic talent, but Zhang Wanlin, feeling that she is about to die, has a golden star on her head, as if she has seen heaven.

This is really his full power.

Really go on running.

He would rather go and beat the **** Yang Feng now than run away, the big deal is to die and the net is broken! However, at this moment he saw Qin Xue, and the other party was looking here with a concerned expression.

The future wife looked at this place, causing him to inexplicably ignite blood, the lost strength came back again, and the blood was swollen.

He ran on the playground and smiled at Qin Xue. His smile was shining with sunshine and sweating from sports, which was really energetic.

Qin Xue thought he was about to die, but his eyes lit up when he saw this.

It is exactly the same as the sunshine boy in my mind.