A War Between Spies

Yang Yi vowed that the training in his imagination is not like this!

From small to large, Yang Yi is definitely the most perfect student in the eyes of any teacher. No matter what he learns, no matter what his teacher is. In short, it is absolutely the best for every teacher to get a student like Yang Yi. It’s too worrying, too fulfilling.

Unforgettable, it should be a gift rather than a skill, but with this talent, learning becomes a simple, easy and enjoyable experience.

It is not only unforgettable, but more importantly, Yang Yi’s observation and logical thinking are equally excellent. Therefore, from small to large, Yang Yi has always had a strong sense of superiority in IQ.

Because it is too clever, and smart to the point of genius, Yang Yi has never had any special pursuit of learning, and has not paid any special effort, because everything is a learning, there is no difficulty at all, then Naturally, there is no way to make much effort for it.

But now, when Yang Yi can finally learn the skills he thinks are important at the moment, he suddenly realizes that his pride was completely shattered in one morning.

"I haven't taught anyone, but I really haven't taught you such a stupid apprentice, really, really, really you are too weak!"

After talking a few times to really emphasize his feelings, Ye Ming shook his head again and again, and then facing Yang Yidao: "Stop, stop, stop."

Yang Yi immediately relaxed his arm and let Ye Ming help him put the barbell back on the shelf.

“Do you know how much you push yourself?”

"I know that the weight of the 15 kilograms is 5 kilograms of barbells on both sides, a total of 25 kilograms."

Ye Ming sighed and pointed to a woman who was lying on the side of the bench, saying: "Do you know how many kilograms people have?"

"Forty kilograms..."

"Forty people do 40 kilograms of bench press, you are twenty-five kilograms, you can't push it when you do six, I will... I will take it!"

Yang Yi is helpless and unconvinced: "I am just starting out, just starting out, it will be very soon."

Ye Ming took Yang Yi up and sat down with his fingers. "My math is not good. Let's calculate it. If you have the power, do you think you can do it? What can you do? I can kill you with one finger." Is it true? Yes, as long as you practice, there must be progress, but how long does it take? If we have three months, you can change from the current weak chicken state to a **** state in three months, but it is still a chicken!"

What Yang Yi can say, except for his low head and training, he can't do anything.

Ye Ming looked bitterly: "What effect do you want? We don't say it is too outrageous. At least you have to be able to play three or four ordinary people? Don't ask you to be as strong as your brother, at least you have to Can you tell me? Save your present state, half a year, at least half a year."

"It’s been half a year for half a year. Come slowly, I am very helpless..."

Ye Ming was deeply sighed, and at this time, Wang Wenjiang, a sportswear, finally came to the gym.

Wang Wenjiang went straight to the two people, his face was still sweaty, wiped his sweat with his hands, and smiled at Ye Ming: "How?"

Ye Ming’s listless words: “It took thirty-four minutes to run on the road.”

Wang Wenjiang immediately said in a strange way: "I have been running for 34 minutes?"

"Well, the cable can be up to one and a half minutes in a short period of time. The squat can do up to 50 in a row, and then the legs are soft. The bench press can lift sixty-five kilograms, up to six."

When Ye Ming said it was very helpless, Wang Wenjiang looked at Yang Yi strangely and said: "You shouldn't be so weak, are you too soft?"

Ye Ming vomited and said: "I can't wait to kill him! Now the young people, the conditions are too good, one by one like a pig, looking at a big man, a poor body."

Wang Wenjiang looked at Yang Yidao: "Do you usually not exercise?"

"Sports."

"What?"

"play basketball."

"That won't be like this!"

"I haven't played for two years..."

Wang Wenjiang’s frowning face said: “How can I teach this? How do you get it? Too weak, what is the meaning of practicing fighting, people standing and letting you hit you can’t move.”

Ye Ming shook his head and smiled at Wang Wenjiang: "The captain has found a hardship for us. I will tell you this. We all think that this kid is a rookie, but he is not even a rookie. It’s an egg, it’s a rookie, it’s a fool!”

Yang Yi was smashed by people, but when she was so big, it was the first time someone dared to stupid him.

Wang Wenjiang’s thought-provoking look: “How can I teach this? I also let him practice physical fitness. But physical fitness can’t be practiced all the time, and the body is broken.”

Yang Yi was very embarrassed, a little angry, and still a little uncomfortable, so he quickly said: "Let's practice together, practice together!"

Wang Wenjiang is more honest than Ye Ming. He does not dig out Yang Yi, but frowns: "Physical and fighting can be practiced together. Of course, physical fitness is the foundation of all sports. You can't do it. What do I teach you? It’s not the same thing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ We have limited time. If I teach you three strokes and two styles, it’s not responsible for you. How do I tell the captain that you have to know that you are pursuing It’s not what you’re going to do, but what skills you have, even if you can defeat your opponent is our only pursuit.”

Yang Yi was a little tired. He shared his hands and said, "I can't help it. But the basics are so bad. What can I do?"

Wang Wenjiang sighed and said helplessly: "There is no way, so let's practice it first."

Ye Ming patted Yang Yi’s shoulder and smiled bitterly: “I said little egg...”

"what?"

Looking at Yang Yi is very strange eyes, Ye Ming smiled and said: "Or what is it called you? Stupid? Little fool?"

"Brother, do you call me Xiao Yang or Xiao Yixing? Or do you call me Rose, or do I have a name?"

Ye Ming shook his head and smiled: "I just want to call you an idiot, or a small egg, you choose."

Yang Yi expresses his attitude with silence. Ye Ming is still a sigh of emotion: "Little egg, you are too thin, the foundation is too bad, practice slowly, practice well, I have something in the afternoon, I'm leaving."

After taking a shot of Yang Yi’s shoulder, Ye Ming shook his head and went away. Wang Wenjiang sighed and said to Yang Yidao: “Little egg, then we should come from the basics first, come with me.”

Yang Yi was anxious, and he said loudly: "Can't you call me a little egg! Can't you?"

"Well, you are also active. Let's start with the most basic ones, come with me here, hey, little egg, what do you know about fighting?"

Yang Yi stopped his foot and gritted his teeth for a long time before finally hating the words: "Well, you will call it, there will be a day when you regret it, I don't know anything about fighting, you can do it."