In the office.

    Huang Zhong sat at his desk and thought quietly.

    Since the end of the first martial arts practice class, he always felt as if he had forgotten something, which seemed very important and insignificant. He wanted to remember, but he couldn''t remember.

    He is a stubborn person. The more he can''t remember something, the more he wants to remember it, but that memory seems to be playing hide and seek with him. Every time he feels that he is about to remember it, he will suddenly become confused, and the newly raised clue will disappear again.

    Huang Zhong has been sitting here for half an hour. As time goes by, his eyebrows wrinkle deeper and deeper.

    At this time, he had realized that there seemed to be something wrong with himself. It seemed that someone had deliberately set up some obstacles in his brain. As long as he wanted to recall what happened in martial arts class, the obstacles would be infinitely higher and prevent him from thinking deeply.

    "Mental interference, or hypnosis?"

    Huang Zhong was also a well-informed person. He soon decided that he was most likely plotted by a spiritual teacher or a hypnotist.

    However, he himself prefers hypnosis. After all, the number of spiritual teachers is too small, and the whole western Chu city is less than one hand. How can they spare time to tease his little middle school teacher?

    "I heard that a hypnosis master from the central hospital came to the school medical room today. Maybe you can find him to show me!"

    Huang Zhong stood up and was about to go to the medical room to find Cheng Xueqian for medical treatment. At this time, the communicator in front of his desk was ticking.

    After pressing the answer button, a virtual middle-aged man appeared in the communicator. He looked up at Huang Zhong and said in a low voice: "Mr. Huang Zhong, please come to the school discipline department now!"

    Huang Zhong''s eyebrows picked up. What did the school discipline Department ask him for? He usually has no intersection with those people.

    "What''s up? I''m busy. If there''s no big deal, it''s the same here."

    For the school discipline department, although Huang Zhong is afraid, he can''t become afraid. He feels that he is in a very bad state. He really doesn''t want to go to the school discipline department to waste time.

    The middle-aged man didn''t seem very satisfied with Huang Zhong''s attitude. He snorted and said, "are song Zian and Xia Zixuan students in your class?"

    Huang Zhong nodded in amazement. It seemed that there was a very important clue in his mind, but when he wanted to think carefully to catch it, the clue slipped away again.

    "Song Zian, Xia Zixuan? Well, they are really students of class 29. What''s the matter?"

    "They have no school rules. In the medical room, they criticize each other and fight in front of many doctors and nurses invited by the central hospital. The impact is extremely bad! It''s like losing all the faces of our South China martial arts school!"

    "Now, song Zian is seriously injured and will be disabled. Xia Zixuan has a bad attitude and is unwilling to cooperate with the investigation of the school discipline department. Our school discipline Department has planned to expel her from the South China martial arts school!"

    An immoral person who works as a junior outside school, has had an abortion and has repeatedly poisoned his classmates is no longer worthy to stay in South China martial arts school.

    If the news comes out, the existence of such a female student will discredit the South China martial arts school far more than Yang Fan.

    South China martial arts school has given a "shame of South China", and we must not give another one!

    I can''t afford to lose that man!

    "What?!" Huang Zhongjing said excitedly, "it''s impossible! They both perform very well in the class, respect teachers, respect students, and have never done anything special. Are you wrong?"

    There are not many excellent students in their class 29. Song Zian and Xia Zixuan are level 7 martial arts disciples and level 8 martial arts disciples. Their grades in the class have always been in the top 10, which can be said to be the heart of Huang Zhong.

    A month later, can they have more students in class 29 admitted to the key and even famous brand Wuda? Huang Zhongke points to the top ten of their classes. At this time, they must not have an accident.

    "Miss Huang, are you questioning the fairness of our school discipline department?" the middle-aged man looked at Huang Zhong unhappily and asked him coldly.

    Huang Zhong waved again and again: "I don''t mean that. It''s just that the incident was so sudden that people couldn''t believe it for a moment. Wait, I''ll go to them and ask them myself immediately!"

    Brush!

    When the communication hung up, Huang Zhongfei generally rushed out of the office and went straight to the area where the school discipline department was located.

    He''s going to put out the fire and put everything down before it really breaks out!

    Song Zian is all right, but Xia Zixuan must not have any problems!

    At the same time, in the classroom of class 29, Wang Zhe faintly looked at Yang Fan who took off his sunglasses and whispered, "Yang Fan, come to my office after class!"

    The tone is indifferent, but it can''t be refused.

    Just now, he had been standing behind Yang Fan. He obviously felt that the fluctuation of Qi and blood in Yang Fan''s body was growing and surging. Looking at that posture, it seemed that there was a sign of breaking through in one fell swoop.

    Wang Zhe was very interested in growing his accomplishments even after sleeping. It seems that this "shame of South China" really has some adventures.

    Therefore, Wang Zhe waited for a moment behind Yang Fan. Just when he thought Yang Fan would break through the promotion soon, he suddenly found that Yang Fan''s breath had all converged in an instant.

    Although it seems that Yang Fan is still the breath of level 4 martial arts disciples, the strength of his blood that has just exploded and increased has disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

    "Turtle rest skill!"

    Wang Zhe immediately determined the attribute of the skill used by Yang Fan, because he also practiced this skill himself, and he has reached the level of mastery, so he can feel it when Yang fan runs the turtle breath skill.

    "This guy has a lot of heart and mind. If he breaks through after covering his breath, he won''t be afraid of being suspected and remembered by others."

    Wang zheshen took a deep look at Yang Fan and felt that this guy''s means of dealing with things was not like a middle school student who had never been out of the city. He was mature and indifferent, which made people afraid.

    The vigilance is too heavy and there is no sense of security. It doesn''t seem to be the mentality of a teenager.

    What has this guy gone through, or has he developed the habit of not trusting anyone in the past three years?

    Even Wang Zhe couldn''t see through Yang Fan''s cultivation status because of the cover of GUI Xigong, which made Wang Zhe feel a little incredible.

    Because even GUI Xigong can''t completely cover up all the breath on a person. Wang Zhe is not only a ninth level martial arts teacher, and his cultivation is a great level higher than Yang Fan, but also he is very familiar with the use of GUI Xigong. According to the normal truth, Yang Fan''s GUI Xigong should be like paper paste in front of Wang Zhe, which is completely a decoration.

    But now, Wang Zhe tried his best to observe and look, but he still couldn''t see any flaws in Yang Fan, which is very unscientific.

    "Unless, this Yang Fan has already cultivated the tortoise breath skill to the realm of mastery!" a trace of doubt flashed in Wang Zhe''s heart: "just, is it possible?"

    Turtle breath skill is different from those offensive martial arts such as boxing and foot. It is somewhat similar to basic tuna. It is a martial arts skill of internal breath. The improvement of the realm is far less rapid than that of boxing and foot. It requires martial artists to persevere every day and grind their Kung Fu bit by bit. There are almost no quick methods.

    Others don''t say that Wang Zhe himself spent a full eleven years cultivating Guixi Gong to a proficient level. In this regard, his mentor has praised his amazing understanding and a rare talent more than once.

    In contrast, when Yang Fan was only 18 years old, he was able to practice the turtle breath skill to a state of mastery. Isn''t his understanding more amazing?

    Yang Fan stood up, turned around and smiled awkwardly at Wang Zhe. "Mr. Wang, I really didn''t mean to sleep in your class. I just couldn''t help it for a moment. If you''re not satisfied, won''t I stop sleeping in the future?"

    Yang Fan has been in school for three years. In addition to studying hard and practicing hard every day in the first year of senior high school, in the first year of senior high school and the second and third year of senior high school, he seems to abandon himself and become degenerate, sleepy, self abased and speechless.

    In this regard, we have long been surprised. Even the teachers in the class have changed from the earnest teaching at the beginning to the final indifference. They directly regard him as a transparent person in the classroom and don''t see it when they see it.

    Like today, it is the first time in two and a half years to be called by teachers again.

    Therefore, not only Yang Fan is not used to it, but also those students in the class are accidental. They can''t help sneaking to Yang Fan.

    Wang Zhe looked at Yang Fan calmly, slowly stretched out his right hand to Yang Fan, opened his five fingers, and whispered, "Yancheng, federal Wuda, Sun Yan, spiritual awakening, turtle rest."

    Yang Fan''s face gradually changed color.

    Wang Zhe''s mouth was full of nouns that jumped out of his mouth. Other students might not know what to say, but Yang Fan heard it clearly.

    Wang Zhe is asking him about the questions he asked yesterday. It''s nothing. He should be able to cope with it by making up a few sentences.

    However, the spiritual awakening and turtle rest work that Wang Zhe finally said directly poked Yang Fan''s life door. Obviously, the thing that he just used turtle rest work to cover his breath and the complete awakening of spiritual power have been discovered by Wang Zhe!

    Also, what does Wang Zhe mean by his right hand with all five fingers stretched out deliberately? Is it alluding to five finger hypnosis?

    How much does this guy know and will he spread these things?

    "Don''t worry, Mr. Wang. I''ll be there as soon as the bell rings. I''ll report to your desk immediately!" Yang Fan stopped prevaricating and agreed.

    Since you can''t hide, just face it calmly. There are just some questions. Yang Fan also wants to ask Wang Zhe clearly. This may be a good opportunity.

    Wang Zhe nodded with satisfaction, then turned back to the podium without saying a word.

    Yang Fan sat down lightly and looked a little tangled. His persecution paranoia relapsed again. Wang Zhe is a level 9 martial artist with incomparable strength. What should he do if he wants to harm him?

    With his current cultivation strength and his mastery of these martial arts, is it possible to escape from Wang Zhe''s hands?

    Yang Fan said that he had no confidence. A strong sense of crisis sprang up in his heart, which made him a little out of breath.

    "You have to think of a way!" Yang Fan frowned. "Wang Zhe can see my flaws, and others can certainly see them. Even if Wang Zhe has no malice, it is difficult to ensure that others will not have malice?"

    "The world is too dangerous. There are too few cards to protect your life. It''s not enough!"