I'm an uncle

"Long Hongkuang, this kid is the newcomer Zhang Sirui, and you will take care of him from now on." One day, the old man suddenly came to the National Competitive Martial Arts Training Base, bringing a boy with him, and said to Brother Long with a smile.

Brother Long took a look at the yawning little kid in front of him. He was a little boy, not very tall, thin and small, with a fair face only a little bigger than a palm, and he had a kind of fearlessness unique to young people. The childish vigor that is not afraid of the earth.The fluffy half-length hair was obviously wet with cold water, but it was still upturned, like a newborn chick, and the upturned phoenix eyes seemed to be closed. Lu's black eyes reveal a lazy breath.

Brother Long curled his lips and said to himself, even if there is a shortage of people, at least he can recruit someone who is stronger. How did this get me a skinny chick? I can't just find such a successor just because he is from the East.

The boy also looked Brother Long up and down, and then clearly expressed some doubts about the strong man in front of him: "Uncle Long is in his thirties this year?"

"I'm only 25!" Brother Long really wanted to strangle this blind little rooster to death. His mother's rudeness was so damn rude. His eyes were so long that he couldn't even tell his own age.

"Really? No way, I was being polite just now. I thought you were almost forty..." Seeing that Brother Long's face was so dark that ink was about to precipitate, the little rooster quickly covered his trouble-provoking face. mouth.

"Brother Long! Uncle Long, that's really rude." Brother Long suppressed his anger and continued to maintain his tall and calm image of a cool guy.

"Grandpa Du asked me to call it that, it's not my fault." The little rooster scratched his head feeling aggrieved.

Brother Long looked contemptuously at the hair on the top of the child's head, and thought that this boy is really short, deliberately ignoring the fact that he is more than two meters tall, so as to make him have an excuse to despise children, and asked : "How old is the child, has he reached the age of thirteen?"

"What a child! I'm over seventeen. Let me tell you, my name is Zhang Sirui, don't call me a child." The little rooster was rather dissatisfied, and looked swollen.

"It's just you, a little chicken that doesn't weigh three catties. You're seventeen? How did you develop?" Brother Long pulled the little cock up by the collar with a little force.

The eyes of the two finally kept the same.

To Brother Long's surprise, the little rooster put his left hand on his shoulder, flipped over his head with ease, and landed behind him like a cat without making a sound.

Brother Long squinted at the little rooster, his heart moved, and the little rooster almost raised its tail proudly.

Brother Long turned around and grabbed it, but the little rooster rolled forward and back as if it had no bones, and Brother Long couldn't get it.

"You are from the Wu family, what is your surname?" Brother Long suddenly stopped with a smile. He knew that in the eastern world of the earth, there are various families of cultivation, among which there are those who specialize in martial arts.

"It's from the Zhang family in Huaiyin! I just said that my surname is Zhang. Uncle, you have a bad memory." The little rooster is a little fuzzy, his surname is his pride, he has not yet reached the point where he can laugh at the neglect of adults age.

Brother Long smiled strangely, and suddenly stretched out his hand to make a move. A black long spear appeared in his hand out of nowhere, stabbing obliquely with a gust of wind, and at the speed that the little cock hadn't reacted, it picked up his clothes. collar.

"Ah! My clothes are going to be torn, let me down quickly." The little rooster screamed, but it was a pity that no matter how hard it struggled with its limbs hanging in the air, it would be futile.

Brother Long held the spear that lifted the weight of a boy with one hand, and satisfactorily began his first lecture to his successor.

"Listen kid! First, call me Brother Long, not Uncle or Uncle Long. A man's age is also a secret. Don't go around talking about my age. Second, give me milk every day until I vomit. You have to drink it for me. You can’t climb 1.8 meters within a year. You go home. Third, follow my training plan and strictly enforce no complaints. Let me hear a complaint. Don’t blame me for confinement. Food. Fourth..."

Brother Long grinned: "Remember! In this base, there is no Grandpa Du. There is only one title for that old man, that is - old man. Got it?"

The little rooster hanging on the tip of the gun replied dejectedly with its tail drooping: "Understood."

"Answer louder."

"Understood!"

The national competitive martial arts force is a special force belonging to the United States.

In the era of great interstellar voyages, battles often occurred between the newly born immigrant planets and the leftovers of the earth, as well as between the immigrant planets and the rulers of the original stars. To protect the precious human resources on this planet, 230 years ago, the [-] largest planetary forces at that time jointly agreed to resolve interstellar disputes using a special method - interstellar martial arts.

Once every three interstellar years, the rulers of each planet will choose a team with an agreed number of fighters among the fighters trained on the planet, and through various forms of martial arts competitions, the winner will be determined, and the loser can only be unconditional. Agree to the other party's prior agreement.

This kind of interstellar martial arts competition is also an important event that stimulates the economy of each planet. The process of fighting is often broadcast publicly on the interstellar information platform, but after the first few contestants were assassinated, Each planet will take protective measures for the fighters, setting everything from their appearance to their identity information to the highest level of secrecy in the country, so as to prevent them from being assassinated by enemy planets for the rest of their lives.

This confidentiality mechanism also restricts the personal freedom of the martial arts fighters. According to regulations, they must spend a long period of isolated life in the national martial arts martial arts training base during their service.

Of course, the remuneration given to them by the state will also be very generous. In addition to specially recruited mercenaries, elites among the redeemers, and active soldiers, there will also be many patriotic volunteers who put national honor above self-interest and volunteer to become competitive fighters.

However, no matter what the reason for coming here, the fighters are working hard, after all, martial arts will kill people.

So a few days later, the smiling old man walked slowly with his hands behind his back. When he came to the base for inspection, he saw the hot training scenes of various groups, and his old arms were wide open, so the chrysanthemum wrinkles on his face became more and more wretched—— — No, it is getting more and more beautiful.

But when he arrived at the training room of Long Hongkuang's team, he heard discordant sounds that seriously damaged the unity of the base.

"No, let me go." The young man begged hoarsely.

"Hey, hold it, don't let go, there will be delicious milk later." The wretched laugh came from Brother Long.

"Woo, but it's been a long time since it came out. My jaw is so sore." The young man muttered dissatisfied, followed by the sound of swallowing juice.

"You have to move your head, otherwise how can you drink, yes, that's it... stupid! You have to know how to use your tongue too... Yes, very good, this feeling is very good now." Brother Long's panting gradually became thicker.

After that, the young man kept humming, as if his mouth was blocked by something.

"Ah! You've bitten me, let go!" Brother Long screamed again.

The old man couldn't hold his breath any longer, and yelled: "Long Hongkuang! You beast..."

Then the old man looked at the scene in the training room and was stunned.

Brother Long stared blankly at the old man who broke into the door. The boy under him had set his steel teeth and was still grinding and biting the muscles on Brother Long's arm. Brother Long slapped him hard on the head again.

"What... are you doing?" The old man swallowed with some difficulty.

"What else can I do, let's go to the training camp." Brother Long continued to beat and bite one of his puppies while gesticulating for four weeks.

The old man's years of coaching experience are restoring the messy scene in front of him to the secret training just now: Zhang Sirui's body is reflexed into a C shape, with his back up, reaching for a suspended milk bottle, while Brother Long is sitting on his chest Increase the load.Several other empty milk bottles lying on the ground indicate that he has already drank at least 3 bottles of milk in this extremely contorted posture.

As for the current scene, it is easier to judge the reason: Puppy drank too much milk and was abused enough, got annoyed, and bit back, Brother Long's arm suffered, and Zhang Sirui ate live meat.

"Don't let go, let you drink milk to grow taller, and at the same time exercise your body's flexibility, load bearing capacity, and arm support. If you don't thank me, I still bite! How heartless!" Brother Long continued to benchmark himself as a good person. report.

"My family members only started to develop when they were adults. Drinking so much milk all day long, you want to support me to death! And when I push up, what is the pressure on your big butt, you want to press me down, too It's vicious!"

The puppy Zhang Sirui forgot the lesson of the crow in the fairy tale who was teased by the fox and threw away the meat in his mouth. As a result, Brother Long grabbed his collar and threw him to the floor ten meters away with his bare hands.

"Today's dinner is all reduced! You go for a run outside the base for me. Tomorrow I will see Shiliuhua with dewdrops on it." Brother Long pressed his bitten arm and yelled through gritted teeth.

The corner of the old man’s mouth twitched. In order to avoid the world, the base was specially selected on a secret unknown asteroid. The base is surrounded by an endless forest. The development rate of this planet has only reached about 3%, so the biggest feature of the forest is That is, there are a lot of monsters with damage above 4G.Especially at night, it is the best time for carnivorous hunters to come and go.What's more, Brother Long's phrase "Stone Liuhua with dewdrops" clearly meant to ask the child to go out and spend the night by himself until he came back in the morning.

It's too cruel, the old man hasn't expressed his opinion yet.

Zhang Sirui rolled over like a carp, jumped up, and then trotted away as if nothing happened.

"This kid is a talent." Brother Long rubbed his arm and muttered.

"Yes." The old man recalled the rash boy who came to find him. The child's eyelids were still swollen, and the tears were still wet but he held his head up and said to him: I have come to fulfill my father's promise.

After a while, the old man recalled from the deepest part of his memory another smiling face of a gentle youth...