Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

The short-lived smile, imitating that year, the tall and tall young man holding his brother's urn, walked to the plane door, turned around, smiled at her, and bends down deeply to thank you.

The mountains are verdant, and the clouds are soothing, and the invincible boy smiled in Mu Chenyuan's lightly.

Although sad and cold, but surpassing the world.

Seeing it again now, as engraved in my heart, it is hard to forget.

"Laugh less." An Xia slowly retracted his gaze, muttering that only she could hear, "Excellent fighters don't need the potential for disaster."

The whistle sounded, and Zhang Zong opened the contest between the students and the instructors.

Under the whole team of teaching assistants, the students of the special education institute all stood in line under the playground and stood on the upper stage, and the competition kicked off.

They can't wait!

That girl even overweight!

Does she look down on the instructor too much, or look down on herself too highly?

Huang Yiqi curled her lips and hummed: "The cowhide is so big, I'm not afraid of blowing it up!"

No one agrees, all the attention is focused on the arena, who is still thinking about talking.

"Instructor, come on! Instructor, come on!"

At the beginning, the students only dared to shout "Come on, instructor", and wanted to support the warrior girl. There was nothing timid, so they could only support silently in their hearts.

However, I don’t know which team it is, and suddenly there is a sentence of "prepare, start." The students in the team raised their throats and yelled, "An Xia, come on! An Xia, come on!"

Lying down!

Which team?

remarkably brave!

It’s easy to get started, especially when you see the speed of Anxia’s squat, which is like a pile driver on a construction site. Up, down, up, down, and again, quickly get up and squat, the rhythm can be much faster than the instructors. , Then...or else, shout?

After all, it's one's own!

"An Xia, come on!"

"An Xia, come on!"

They are all a group of students with an average age of over 18 years old. Despite being arrogant before, they are now trained to be flattened and have a smooth personality. After shouting "An Xia, come on", they immediately shouted "Instructor, come on."

The two bowls of water are leveled so that the instructor does not settle accounts after autumn.

Five hundred squats are not an easy task, but they are often used by instructors to punish students. Three hundred are the base and five hundred are the usual methods.

Anxia deliberately five hundred, not for anything else, just for the former Anxia.

In his memory, An Xia had just been sent to the special education center on the first day. He failed to stand and was fined 500 squats.

Halfway through, due to lack of physical strength, Wu Wenyue ordered Huang Yiqi to take snow and stuff it into An Xia's neck. After she woke up forcibly, she continued to squat.

From today onwards, she will definitely collect all the things she suffered before for An Xia!

"An Xia, come on!"

"Instructor, come on!"

"Ah, instructor Wu she fell down!"

The official team of the teacher, Wu Wenyue has not reached two hundred, the next game is out of balance, his feet staggered, and he planted forward.

I didn't get it right, my head happened to hit the squat hip of the instructor in front. The instructor didn't expect her to be so useless. She shook her footsteps and almost sat down on Wu Wenyue's head.

Some students onlookers didn't hold back the small incident, "hehe" laughed out loud.

The laughter was like a slap in the face. Wu Wenyue's face was slapped fiercely. She hurriedly stood up in a hurry to save her face, and continued to squat to save her face.

Unfortunately, the face has been lost.

In front of all the students, I lost my face and the instructors.

Zongjiao Zhang gave her a cold look, his expression pressed, he was already unhappy.