Strike back against the dating system

Chapter 32 (˙o˙) The display of athletic talent

After a while there was a knock on the door.

When he opened the door, he saw a fair, short woman.

She said apologetically, asking for trouble and other polite words, and took out money from her pocket to pay for the meal, but Du Heng waved his hand and refused, asking her to get the person away quickly.

Seeing that it was getting late, Du Heng cleared the dining table, washed up and went to bed early.

As expected, in the dream, I met that annoying vampire girl again. Her figure and appearance were still coveted. Oh, it was another shameful dream.

Du Heng got up in the morning, opened his book and started memorizing English.

The so-called genius depends on one percent talent and 90.00% hard work, but one percent talent is the beginning of everything.

No matter how hard you try, it will be useless after all.

"Apple, banana, orange... well, I like fruit."

Du Heng felt dizzy every time he memorized English. He didn't sleep in English class even though he had given the teacher enough face.

The amount of English vocabulary in the brain today is not even comparable to that of elementary school students.

As long as English can be supplemented, the top five in the class is safe, no matter which university, with a little effort, you can easily pass the exam.

But with the current strength, at most two exams.

Du Heng lay helplessly on the table, "Mercy, I can't even remember the words, and I have to translate the sentences, what should I do? There are four days left for the test, and the English teacher is going to be transferred. I'm serious." I don't want to disappoint her, so is it possible that I really have to rely on the system to cheat?"

"How do you translate culture and dragons? Guide time adverbs..."

Du Heng looked at a large list of English in the textbook, and felt angry all of a sudden.

I originally planned to swim in the ocean of knowledge, but I didn't expect that I was a freshwater fish.

"Stop memorizing it! It's so annoying."

Du Heng threw the book aside, and then began to exercise. After seeing the fighting methods of those people yesterday, he also admired them in his heart, and planned to hurry up and train.

By the way, do you not need to take the English test if you join the Absurd Investigation Bureau?

Du Heng first did some stretching exercises to exercise his muscles, sit-ups, push-ups, and quick squats.

Exercising the difficult dragon flag movement, exercise the abdomen and forearm, the straighter the body, the harder it is.

I've been so busy these days that I forgot to exercise.

Du Heng began to simulate the appearance of the enemy in his mind, using Sanda moves to control and attack the opponent.

Because of being chased and beaten since he was a child, he has developed a tenacious character and a ruthless ability to beat others.

Of course, he prefers reasoning rather than hitting people with his hands.

Mainly in a society ruled by law, you will lose money if you fight, and you may go to jail if you shoot too hard.

The explosive power is about two to three times that of ordinary people.

I heard Wang Buliuxing say that the power is given by blood, but I don't know whether it is good or bad.

Du Heng only needed to punch someone lightly, and the opponent flew three meters away.

So compared to how to defeat the opponent, not to kill the opponent is the thing to consider.

After Du Heng finished his activities, he took a cold shower and looked at himself in the mirror.

Deep eyes represent healthy wheat-colored skin, a handsome and upright figure, a strong physique, well-developed muscles, especially the massive chest and abdominal muscles, and the bat muscles on the back.

The first impression of the overall image is that it is strong, tall and powerful.

"Oh, it's another day when I wake up handsome."

Probably the only thing I'm dissatisfied with about my body is that I'm a little short. I'm only two centimeters away from the perfect height of 1.8 meters.

It is about 17 years old now, and it should grow a little longer before the age of 22.

However, I heard from the old man that practicing martial arts will shorten the lifespan of the body and cause him to lose height. However, it seems that it will not affect Du Heng at the moment.

Du Heng glanced at the time and was about to go out for dinner.

He picked an extra portion of finger biscuits, and filled them with tenderloin, sausage, and eggs. Of course, these alone couldn't satisfy his appetite.

So another serving of noodles with pickled vegetables and shredded pork was added.

Strong power means conservation of mass, and more food must be consumed.

Du Heng didn't feel bad about the rent, but rather the daily food expenses. If he didn't eat a meal, his stomach acid would surge up, and the pain made him sweat.

After eating and drinking, Du Heng came out and glanced at his phone.

Neither Livia nor Wang Buliuxing sent any news, and they have no clue now.

Forget it, enjoy Saturday a little bit, maybe there will be no chance in the future.

Passing by the park near the block, the old men and women here are exercising in the morning, and few young people can hardly be seen, after all, they can't get up in the morning.

Simply these old people also let go of their minds, so that the scene was too "dancing with demons".

Not to mention those who practice Tai Chi, those who walk dogs, those who play with birds, and those who crawl on the ground and whip stone tops with long whips.

Withered vines, old trees and crows, there are aunts hanging on the trees, sometimes two, sometimes three.

I don't know where the neck exercise method spread from.

One by one, they hung themselves on the sports equipment and swayed back and forth, which looked really weird.

People gave it the nickname "Morning Exercise of the Gods".

"Good morning, lad."

Du Heng responded, "Good morning, Uncle Li."

"When will Du Heng be free to visit my place?"

"Does Du boy have any girls he likes? I have a few single girls here."

"Tomorrow my grandson will have full moon wine, so he must come to join us."

……

Du Heng could only smile in embarrassment without being polite.

The old men and women here also knew Du Heng, and greeted him warmly when they saw him.

Although Du Heng is not popular at school, but in the mouth of the neighbors, he belongs to other people's children.

He doesn't have any social phobia, chatting with people depends on his mood, or whether there is a need for a relationship.

Working as a community volunteer is also easy.

For example, delivering food, taking the elderly to the hospital, catching thieves, helping children with homework (except English), playing chess with the uncle to relieve boredom, and solving neighborhood conflicts.

For Du Heng, one is to learn from idols, and the other is to get a sum of money.

Therefore, Du Heng's social practice score has always been very high, and some universities can be directly recommended.

Du Heng was a little tired from shopping, so he sat on the bench, enjoying the spring breeze blowing over the willows.

Several old men sat around the ping-pong table and started talking.

Probably another topic about the unquestionable Olympic victory of the motherland.

Du Heng had nothing to do and was listening by the side.

Then I saw an energetic old man, who kept explaining the skills of playing table tennis to the people around him, such as spin ball, jump ball, curve ball, fast ball and so on.

Du Heng heard that his hands were itchy, so he walked over.

"Grandpa listened to you so seriously, I'm here to ask for advice, can you give me a demonstration?"

"Oh, young man, it seems that you also like playing table tennis, so let's compete."

Du Heng borrowed the beat from another uncle.

I found that the racket is made of positive rubber sponge, with good elasticity, fast and stable hitting, with a slight sinking feeling, suitable for skillful players to use fast attack.

And the player is a defensive sponge racket, suitable for chopping and rotating play, with many tricks, which can make opponents hard to defend.

Du Heng clasped the racket tightly with his thumb and index finger, while the other three fingers were slightly tilted, with murderous intent hidden in his eyes.

The ball is slightly tossed, and the forehand is run.

The characteristic is that the ball is fast, the landing point is long, and the momentum is strong. It is sent to the opponent's right corner or center left position, which poses a greater threat to the opponent.

Du Heng's arm is extremely powerful, and when he swung the racket, it was whipped like a whip.

The ball shot past like a cannonball, and the shadow of the ball was almost invisible.

However, with a smile on his face, the old man hit the ball back with his backhand in a calm and unhurried manner. His lower body barely moved, and he looked relaxed.

Du Heng felt that the opponent had some strength, so he controlled the force and used the starting spin. The main reason for the slow speed was to confuse the opponent, create pressure for the opponent's mistakes, and create opportunities for himself to attack.

However, after several rounds, Du Heng had no advantage at all. Instead, he was five points behind at the start. Every time he tried to catch the ball, the ball passed by the racket strangely.

Then it was zero to six, zero to seven, zero to eight.

The other old men also sneered at Du Heng, urging him to surrender quickly and go to apprentice.

Du Heng looked at the uncle's calm and calm appearance, and felt a little anxious, and increased the speed of his hands, but no matter what kind of serve, he could be caught by the opponent.

Sometimes the opponent doesn't catch the ball and just let the ball go, but this is also out of bounds and loses another point.

The other party is like a thousand-year-old pine standing on the side of a mountain, no matter what kind of wind and rain it has experienced, it is at ease.

(End of this chapter)