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Chapter 13 I Suspect She Is Playing Me

"Did you scare her away?"

Yang Zi frowned.

"I?"

Yang Anning seemed a little surprised, a little unbelievable, and a little aggrieved. Her eyes instantly fogged up: "I didn't."

Yang Zi suddenly felt guilty. How could Yang Anning do such a thing? She was the one who listened to the original person the most.

Could it be that everything in the memory is her playing me, no, playing the original body?

There is no such possibility.

Only I play someone else's share!

It was wrong to blame her.

"Ahem, let's eat. I just asked."

However, Yang Anning seemed to be still aggrieved, tears fell into the bowl, and she ate with tears in her eyes.

Are her tears delicious?
Yang Zi felt a little bit pained.

It's just a matter of doubt. Do you need to be so aggrieved?

"call"

The meat order was a bit too much, and Yang Zi couldn't eat it anymore. He ordered arrogantly: "Pack the rest and eat it at night."

"Oh."

Yang Anning nodded.

Then Yang Zi went back to class, planning to ask Xiao Xiaoyu.

After Yang Zi left, Yang Anning briskly packed up the food, and went to ask for a plastic bag to pack it.

"Look, what beautiful girl is this? It turns out to be my favorite Xiaoyu."

Seeing Yang Zi approaching with a sweet smile on his face, Xiao Xiaoyu squeezed out a smile and said, "You've finished eating, I was in a hurry just now, don't you mind?"

"Don't mind, don't mind."

Yang Zi waved his hands quickly, and asked with concern: "What urgent matter can stump my little fairy?"

"Ah, it's a family matter. My father's comrade-in-arms died, so I'm in pain."

Xiao Xiaoyu explained awkwardly: "Then, the banquet on Saturday will not be held."

Yang Zi was stunned. It hurts you that your father's comrade-in-arms sacrificed his life?
Something always feels wrong?

Is that comrade's surname Wang?

hiss.
Seemingly discovering some secret, Yang Zi couldn't help but look at Xiao Xiaoyu with pity: "My condolences."

Xiao Xiaoyu was baffled by this look, but fortunately Yang Zi no longer struggled and didn't want to take advantage of her.

Little did he know that in Yang Zi's heart, her biological father had already died.

At the back door, a figure nodded with satisfaction, turned around and left with a cheerful pace.

In a classroom in the third year of high school, Qiao Nan looked like she had seen a ghost.

"What did you do? Are you so happy?"

It was said to Yang Anning who looked relaxed and contented.

Yang Anning glanced at her and revealed a mysterious smile.

Qiao Nan was a little crazy, and sometimes she really wanted to open the head of this best friend to see how the structure inside was different from others.

Take a deep breath.
After finally calming down, she turned to Yang Anning who was sitting next to her and said, "Go to my house after school in the afternoon and take your luggage away? By the way, accompany me to the market to buy a weapon."

Yang Anning blinked and said, "Aren't you going to learn something from the teacher your dad found for you tonight?"

"Delay?"

Qiao Nan was a little puzzled.

Yang Anning said seriously, "Aren't you going to delay?"

"Hey hey hey hey hey."

The fitness instructor looked at Yang Zi, who was doing push-ups and dubbing himself, with a painful expression on his face. Why didn't he discover this treasure before.

And this physical fitness is terrible, right? Have you done thousands of push-ups?
Still having sex all the time.

"Student Yang Zi, if you are tired, stop and pay attention to the balance between work and rest. If your body is strained, the loss outweighs the gain."

Qin Yi stroked his prickly little beard and spoke worriedly.

Even if you get some treasure from the dungeon, you should not waste it in daily training.

Yang Zi's sex stopped abruptly, but his push-ups didn't stop. He only heard him say: "Mr. Qin, do you know about perpetual pile drivers? You said that if I apply for a job in the piling industry, can I earn millions a year and marry Bai Fumei, reaching the pinnacle of life?"

More than that.
Qin Yi thought about it for a while, why should this son apply for a job in the piling industry, rich women should like this she (three beeps).

It's a bit shuddering, I am the people's mentor, how can I be so mean-spirited!
He said seriously: "You are so good in physical fitness, how can you be so unwilling to make progress? You should have your ideals in mind, enter the War College, and contribute to the defense of Blue Star!"

Well, this is the attitude that a mentor of the people should have.

Then Yang Zi got up and said excitedly: "There is also a piling major in Zhanzheng Academy? Great! Is it a new type of strategic piling major? Has a professor developed a method that can penetrate the strange magic star? ? "

"???"

Qin Yi's hands were grabbed, and he felt the excitement deeply.

"Ahem, student Yang Zi, please calm down first."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Yang Zi wiped the ashes on Teacher Qin's hands before letting go.

"Teacher Qin, is there any way to quickly improve your strength or shorten the dungeon's cooldown time?"

Qin Yi was stunned, weren't you talking about the pile driver?

He shook his head and said: "The improvement of strength must be gradual, too eager will cause various problems, and now is not the same as in the first era, it is time for you children to go to the front line, you should strengthen yourself steadily can."

Speaking of this, Qin Yi looked sad, as if remembering many unbearable past events. He looked at the young man in front of him and said: "When your strength reaches the point, the restrictions on the copy will naturally be lifted. Your task now is to To prepare for admission to the War College, we middle school tutors are just weaklings who survived the first ten years. We can’t teach you much. Just like those extraordinary abilities, we ourselves have only a little understanding of them, let alone teach you the wrong things. I’m a son of a human being”

"Weak? Doesn't the textbook say that those who survive the first ten years are the strongest among the strong?"

Yang Zi was puzzled.

Qin Yi touched his beard and smiled, "How can there be a strong one among so many strong ones? Will those truly strong people live in middle schools as tutors? Which one of them has not been guarding key places all year round, serving you Do these little guys serve as shelter?”

Yang Zi was thoughtful, the carefree study and life of these teenagers was based on the bloodshed of the strong on the front line.

"Is the war school so important? There was no war school in the first ten years, so there are still so many strong people?"

Yang Zi didn't plan to go to any war academy, he was confident that he could increase his strength with the dungeon.

"War School says it's important and it's important, and it doesn't matter, that's the same thing. For geniuses, give them a chance to enter the dungeon, and they can leap into the sky.
However, ordinary people like us can just muddle along in the dungeon. Without the support of exercises, skills, and equipment provided by the Zhanzheng Academy, let alone going to the battlefield of strange demons, surviving the dungeon will be a problem. "

After Qin Yi finished speaking, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

Yang Zi frowned, it seems that for most people, the dungeon is also a scary place.

hiss~
Then why, I really want to go.
After that, Yang Zi began to do various exercises again, such as push-ups, sit-ups, gymnastics, bench press, running, as long as he can keep fit, let him do it all over again.

The effect is gratifying, with all his attributes reaching 8 points.

After school,
Yang Zi sat on the back seat of the bicycle, lazily leaning on Yang Anning, and Yang Anning pedaled the bicycle step by step, it was a warm scene.

(End of this chapter)