She is on Fire at the Apex of Si Ye’s Heart

It's just that they really brought the body training exercises at the bottom of the box now, and it's a matter of minutes to cultivate the physical body.

But there is no such thing as a heart formula.

Bai Linfeng stood up hesitantly and asked: "Teacher Cang, do you have to have heart formulas to practice physical body exercises?"

"You can practice without using the heart formula." Cang Fengyu's face was as calm as usual, "The heart formula will only help you speed up your body training."

speed!

This is the most important!

Everyone was suddenly embarrassed.

Physical exercises are fine, but where can I find a suitable one for this xinjue? And according to Master Cang, this heart art must not be much worse than the body art.

Others asked one after another.

But every time Cang Fengyu gives advice, those students can feel delighted, and the subsequent improvement in strength makes them eager to move, eager to try the effect.

Cang Fengyu stood up holding the book next to him, glanced at the time with his eyes lowered, and pursed his lips and said.

"You can leave get out of class now."

When they came back to their senses, they returned to the original classroom, and suddenly felt that the whole classroom was full of people, and they were really uncomfortable for a while.

Cang Fengyu took the book and left the classroom.

Someone wondered and said, "It's strange. I used to think that this class took so long, but now it's over so quickly?"

The person next to him stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, with mixed emotions in his heart, and sighed complicatedly: "Coincidentally, you are not alone."

This time passed too fast.

The students wailed.

The students in class E looked at the dejected looks of the students in other classes, and they felt a little proud in their hearts.

Bai Linfeng took out snacks from his desk, and while eating the snacks, he stood up leisurely and sighed: "It's such a pity, who made Tutor Cang the tutor of our class."

The voice stopped abruptly for an instant, and they all felt a little bit of gnashing their teeth in their hearts. The fat man's mouth really deserves a beating.

The fat man probably also knew that he had provoked everyone's anger, coughed a few times, and quickly walked out of the classroom door, while muttering: "What, I'll go first, I have to be busy practicing and I won't wait for you. "

A few voices came from behind.

"This fat man really deserves a beating."

"We'll discuss it another day and beat him up hard. I'll feel better now."

"You say, is it too late for us to transfer classes now? Why don't you go and talk to your instructor about it?"

...

Before Bai Xinghuai left, he asked Yan Zhou incidentally: "If the academy refuses to let you, do you still plan to transfer classes?"

"I was still thinking about it before, but now I think about it clearly." Yan Zhou stood up after thinking about it, looked at him and said, "I've decided to transfer this class."

Bai Xinghuai looked at him in a daze for a moment, then smiled and said: "Then I wish you good luck."

But both of them knew in their hearts that it was not easy to change classes, not to mention that the school had already told the students in advance that they were not allowed to change classes.

When Cang Fengyu returned to the tutor's apartment, he saw the food on the table, and walked over in silence.

She put the book in her hand on the cabinet next to her, and went directly to the bathroom at the corner, washed her handle, and wiped it several times with a towel.

Glancing at the food on the table, he sat down, picked up the chopsticks next to him, picked up two dishes and ate them into his mouth.

Eating expressionlessly.

The lid of the teapot next to it was lifted.

After the water boiled, Cang Fengyu threw two pieces of tea leaves into the teapot, and after waiting for a while, she picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup.

Just next door to the room.

"Zou Er, the food you cooked is too unpalatable! Bah bah, it's even worse than nutritional supplements."

Wei Yan spat out all the food in his mouth, the taste was still lingering on the tip of his tongue, he hurriedly poured a glass of water and drank a few big gulps before he regained his composure.

Zou Er's expression was also a bit ugly, he spit out the food in his mouth, looked at the food on the table, his expression froze suddenly, he got up quickly and walked out the door.

Wei Yan also realized something, and hurriedly followed Zou Er out of the room, his expression still a little flustered, and he muttered: "It's over... This is a disaster, and I don't know if my son has eaten it or not."

The door was knocked open.

The young man was leaning against the wall with a teacup in his hand, looked sideways at the two of them, pursed his lips and asked softly, "What's wrong."

The two of them looked towards the table in the living room and were a little stunned when they saw that the food on the plate was empty.

Wei Yan opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, scratched his hair awkwardly and said with a smile: "No...we just want to see if the young master is back. Since we are back, let's go first."

incredible.

The son actually finished eating it all!

Or is there something wrong with his sense of taste?

Just before the two were about to leave, Cang Fengyu, who was holding a teacup, pursed his lips and said: "Next time, don't cook for me anymore, I'm not hungry."

The two people who were about to leave froze immediately and looked at each other, the young master really felt that the food was terrible.

The two returned to the room with lingering fears in their hearts. Wei Yan took the nutrient and drank it. While thinking about what happened just now, he felt complicated and uncomfortable: "I can bear it so badly. You don't want to waste our hard work."

Zou Er remained silent and did not speak. He dumped all the food on the table into the trash can, took the plate and went to the sink to wash it.

In the conference room of the star department.

The high-level people present looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally one of them gave a dry cough and said seriously: "Recently, many students have asked us whether they can change classes. I would like to ask your opinion on this matter."

The old man with a sloppy beard snorted coldly: "What else is there to change? I asked them again and again whether they need to change classes, and they didn't want to. Now it's all right. The strength of my mentor Cang has exploded. Everyone wants to study in Class E, how can there be such a good thing."

"I also agree. What does this shift look like? Not only is Cang Fengyu not doing it, but the instructors of other classes are absolutely uncomfortable."

It was another tutor of the college who spoke, with a serious and ugly face. In the final analysis, he had experienced that kind of pain before, how could he not understand.

"That's all right."

As Deputy Director Bai spoke, the surroundings gradually quieted down, and the middle-aged man sitting in front of him knocked on the table a few times, pondered and said,

"Students from other colleges will come to our college for a visit in a month, and there are still a few competitions to be played in the future.

If these students who want to change classes can give our college a good reputation, I will agree to the mere condition of changing classes, and I will tell them later. "

Putting this matter aside in advance, the atmosphere in the entire meeting room froze, and even the old man with a scruffy beard looked a little darker, and said: "When did this happen?"

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