At this moment, there is silence in the playground of the entire Lingguang Wudao Academy.

Only the rustling of the autumn wind blowing leaves sounded in the ears of the people.

A few yellow leaves, like butterflies that are waving in the wind, floating through the playground.

Everyone stayed.

The big men on the podium stayed;

Students from the podium were present;

The students of the Rocket class stayed;

The students in the shooting class were also fucking around.

“Seconds, seconds!”

“Another second kill!”

“The more two seconds!”

“This... is absolutely wrong!I was absolutely wrong!”

"In the calendar game, there were five seconds to kill, and only once.But now all the scum class students are not killing or not saying, even two in the same way, are two levels of killing, which has never been seen in the whole history!"

“Scumbron, what kind of monster are these?”

"The teacher is a pervert, the student is also a pervert, a whole class of perverts!"

“Son, come down this monster!”

“No, how do I feel a little sad?”

When a group of students marveled, the big men on the stage were all red-faced and felt hot and painful.

The face!

This is the face of the red fruit!

They just said that Wang Dong will definitely lose.

He also said that the only suspense is that Wang Dong will not be killed by seconds.

As a result, Wang Dong in turn won, but also directly killed the opponent in seconds.

You know, his opponent is an 8-level warrior who is two levels higher than him.

He killed a second!

Why is this fucking so fascinating?

After the shock, I couldn't help but ask Director Zheng with a bad smile: "Director Zheng, this result seems to be very different from your prediction."

Director Zheng only felt that his face was burning more, laughed twice, and said, “Predict, this... there is always an inaccurate time.”With our current technology, there are still times when the weather forecast is not available.”

After that, I just think the old face is hotter.

This explanation feels shameless to myself.

The director also had a little heat on his face.

It is reasonable to say that he is the dean, and it should be the most knowledgeable about the scum class of these people.

As a result, I also said a lot of opposite results.

But that’s not to blame for itself.

Who would have thought that the little monsters of the scum class were so perverted?

With two, the two more wins.

And it's all seconds.

It’s not possible in any other class.

"Yes, just now this classmate named Wang Dong should have used a kind of martial arts!"

"Rare martial arts, even appeared in this scum class of the most powerful student."

No wonder, that is so!”

Seeing Wang Dong's martial arts, it is not difficult to understand that several big men can kill the two-level second-to-second group of Wang Dong.

Wang Dong's appearance would have been more honest, and he had not been as eye-catching as other students in the slag class before.

It’s easy to ignore him.

After coming to power, he said a few weak words and paralyzed his opponent.

Let the opponent take it lightly.

When the game began, he used physical martial arts again, with a small knife cut, instantly leaped over five meters away to the opponent.

A second kill before the other person reacts.

It seems difficult, in fact, all the factors are combined, it is inevitable.

Of course, this also takes a lot of risk.

If a little mistake was made at that time and could not kill the opponent in a second, then he was the rhythm of the opponent's rabid.

This is exactly what Zhang Fan said, in the face of their opponents, the best opportunity is a trick.

If you can't kill, you can only wait to be killed.

Sima Yu's face, that has just restored some kind smile, at this time is not embarrassing, but directly frozen in the face.

In the same way, they are killed by each other two.

This made him a genius simply not acceptable.

These students they have brought with them have also exchanged in several other colleges.

No matter what college it is, it is the strongest.

As a result, now coming to Lingguang this small college, even two small people in the second half of the second kill, which makes his proud heart how to bear?

He had sent the strongest combat force, thinking about the worst fighting ability for the slag class, this one is bound to win.

I can’t believe that the two more seconds they killed Yue Qun.

This time, the ace is gone, and the strongest remaining are just two 7-level warriors.

The scum class can have two 7-level quasi-arms, and an 8-level quasi-armor, have not yet appeared.

If the slag class is such a fighting force, then their meteor class wants to win again, I am afraid it is impossible.

At this time, there are still six games left, absolutely can not lose, at least, can not be killed!

Thinking about it here, Sima Yu began to carefully consider who should be sent to play.

At the same time, the scum class has already rattled up.

“Teacher, let me go!”

“Teacher, it’s up to me!”

“It’s time to come to me!”

“Every time I’m the last to play, it’s my turn!”

"Teacher, let me go up, I promise to beat them out."

...

When Sima Yu heard this, he only felt that a mouthful of blood had almost not spewed out.

Let's play our shooting star class, everyone wants to play, right?

Do you have to be so excited?

Are we so happy to hit?

Our meteor class is not without anyone, and the lives of several people have not been shown.

In particular, we have a secret weapon!

Thinking about it, Sima Yu turned his head to look at the shooting class.

But the students in the shooting class are depressed and depressed.

The blood of Sima Yu almost did not spewing out again.

What the hell is your face like?

Did you play two times?

Since entering the class, the shooting class has moved to nine colleges in three months.

Everywhere I went, the teachers were abused to be crying.

Today, I just played two times, one by one, like a dead father and a mother, and the mother's psychological quality is too fragile, right?

However, although he scolded these inconventive guys, on the surface, he did not say any extra nonsense.Instead, he patted a 7-level warrior on the shoulder: "You're on top of it."

The 7th graders nodded and stood up.

It seems that at this time, Sima Yu was calm.

And on the other side of the scum class, Zhang Fan no longer engages in any guesswork that set.

He said: "The boxing decision who goes first seems to be too pretentious.So, which of the rest of you is the most scum-scum.”

“Oooh...”

As a result, a sound of blood was heard around again.

Some of the punches are too strong, and the result is "who is the most scum on who".

It looks so much more powerful, boss.

The students of the scum class, one by one, scrambled: “I am the most scum, my scum the most scum!”

“I am the bastard, and you are all gone!”

"The most scum should be me, my nickname, the invincible scum."

“I’m still a scumass!”

(End of this chapter)