I of Douluo became Tang San's grass

Chapter 145
The learning progress of a genius is always very fast, but in one afternoon, all the students can practice this set of boxing well, except for Ma Hongjun...

Ma Hongjun's hands and feet always seem to be manipulated by two people inside the body. When punching, the technique is correct, but the body technique and the position of the feet are wrong.

The fat man smiled wryly at Wu Liu, and said in a low voice, "Teacher, can you find a way to help me?" His feet just didn't work.

Wu Liu rubbed her chin, she had a flash of inspiration, and said: "I thought of it, but..." There seems to be no music here!

"What but..." Ma Hongjun asked anxiously, his little friends had already risen from the realm of imitation, he didn't want to be the last one, but also the one who couldn't, it would be too embarrassing!

The chubby flesh swayed on Ma Hongjun's stomach, resembling a pregnant woman who was five months pregnant, and the distressed expression at this time was even more comical and bitter.

The slender fingers grasped tightly, and Wuliu's perfectly curved jawline softened a little, and she whispered softly, "But it will take a little time, and you can see it tomorrow."

The fat man was dumbfounded, "Really?"

"alright."

Tang San, who was practicing the martial arts, looked this way frequently, absent-mindedly, why did he stick so close when he spoke, and answered so nicely?
Is the little girl in his family a little bit of a flower?

The slender Danfeng eyes narrowed dangerously, no, he has to take the initiative! !
Wuliu was thinking about the repertoire of the big drum at the entrance of the village, and was going to buy one overnight. For music, the vulgar is elegant, and the melody can be played, as long as the sound is loud.

Seeing that everyone has almost finished training, instructor Wuliu released some small suggestions for today's training and requirements for tomorrow's training.

It can be seen that Wu Liu is very serious about being a coach!

Zhuzhu thought for a while about the little girl who was lying in bed in her arms this morning, holding her arm and refusing to let her go. To be honest, the contrast is so cute that she is so cute.

On Zhuzhu's charming face, there is a light smile full of indulgence.

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At dusk on the western mountain, the dark side of the silence is set off by the infinite style of the sunset, which shows only half of the face. The transition of warm orange and dark orange is dusk.

Tang San clumsily tied a bouquet of wild hydrangeas, clusters of small flowers blooming extremely bright, elegant blue, dreamy pink, wrapped in green leaves, crookedly tied into a bow.

He was walking in the field, jumping happily.

Thinking of the moving expression of the little girl when she picked up the flowers.

The heart is like a butterfly that wants to fly high, thumping and beating very fast.

Wu Liu came to the village chief's house, "Uncle Yang, are you at home?"

The elderly Village Chief Yang opened the door, saw that it was a teacher from Shrek Academy, and said politely: "I'm here, what's the matter with the little girl?"

Wu Liu snorted and couldn't help laughing, seeing Village Chief Yang's gray beard with a few grains of rice hanging on it, which was very humorous.

"Village Chief, you have..." The little girl gestured for the other person to touch the underside of her nose with her hand.

Village head Yang boldly brushed his beard and put the rice grains into his mouth, "I'm just kidding, I'm just eating!"

Wu Liu scratched her head in embarrassment, "Village Chief Yang, I didn't mean to disturb you at this time, I came to buy a big drum for the village!"

Village Chief Yang's wrinkled face was a little surprised, and he asked, "But the big drum we celebrate the autumn harvest?"

"Yes," Wu Liu nodded vigorously.

She is the best drummer in elementary school, back then, the gold and iron horse...

Wu Liu didn't show off her spatial skills in front of the village chief, but carried the big drum back to the dormitory alone.

(End of this chapter)