Monarch Overlooking the Starry Skies

43. Chapter 43 is falling

    Quiet street.

    Zhang Luoyu looked blank and could only look at the enthusiasm of the money, and Han Dong with a smile, his mind was chaotic, and it was difficult to sort out the clues.

    The more you know, the more you understand what it means.

    "Xiaodong."

    "He is also a martial artist of the top three products? Yes, but he is still a high school student. ”Zhang Luoyu swallowed his mouth and spit, and he vomited with difficulty.

    The other side.

    Qian Gaowan apologized: "Qian Xing's kid is young and really ignorant. Wanwang Handong brothers don't mind, thousands of sea culverts."

    Han Dong sinks for a while.

    Up to now, he has three martial arts grades, destined to enter the school, have a heart, no need to fear anything.

    If you want to ask, ask, don't worry.

    He opened the door to see the mountain: "Mr. Qian Gao, I want to ask, are you misunderstood something. I am just an ordinary high school student. ”

    When Qian Gao’s heart was stagnant, he couldn’t help but smile: “Han Dong brother, I’m afraid you still don’t understand. I take the liberty to remind you that you should know Mr. Ning Lao. ”

    Mr. Ning Lao?

    Ning old?

    The Ning Lao who taught the city's experimental middle school martial arts student martial arts and taught him the anode pile?

    Han Dong blinked his eyes and did not show any strangeness. He just smiled lightly: "Of course I know."

    Qian Gao squinted at Han Dong, his eyes slid and turned, and Shen Shen thought about it, and looked at Han Dong again and again, and looked at it.

    He frowned and said: "Brother...I am afraid you have not really met Mr. Ning Lao. But you already have three martial arts, and you will know it in the future. I will remind you more, remember these six words -"

    "Zongmen is not awkward."

    His voice is slight and almost invisible.

    Even Zhang Luoyu, who stood three meters away, could not hear this sentence.

    Han Dong Er Cong Ming Ming, naturally heard clearly, could not help but say: "What do you mean?"

    Qian Gao looked deeply at Han Dong. His eyes were full of fear and complexity. He did not answer positively. Instead, he smiled lowly: "Actually, I thought you knew Mr. Ning Lao. You just said it right, it is indeed a misunderstanding. ”

    "But you are a three-product martial arts student."

    "You have the qualification to be misunderstood, so don't worry that I will retaliate. For the horror of your temperament, I am desperate to show it. Ok, remember the sentence just now, remember. ”

    Words.

    He shifted the topic, added a WeChat to Han Dong, and then returned to the car, sitting in the seat of the co-pilot, with deep thoughts in his eyes.

    "This Han Dong classmate is just as terrible as I expected."

    "If you know Mr. Ning Lao, you can understand. But he didn't even know? With his own talent, you can reach three martial arts products by an ordinary student in such a short time! ? ”

    Thinking about it.

    There was a faint in his eyes: "Would you like to report to the Master and accept Han Dong as a disciple."

    in a blink.

    "No!"

    Qian Gao shuddered and looked at the direction of the experimental middle school in the city: "If it is, I will show Han Dong by myself."

    And outside the car.

    Han Dong and Zhang Luoyu said a few words, they all forgot the embarrassing problem before, and they went to school with contemplation.

    He really doesn't understand.

    What is the identity of Ning Lao, he is only likely to know Ning Lao, so that Qian Gao is afraid of this?

    Hey.

    Hey.

    Han Dong's back, disappeared at the end of the road.

    Zhang Luoyu looked around and didn't see the kid, and he could only sit back in the car and was about to start the car.

    Huh?

    His right hand trembled and the truth came out of his heart.

    The three-product martial arts student, who happened to be here, returned to the school, and with the strange look of Han Dong, Zhang Luoyu suddenly made it clear.

    "This...this..."It turned out to be this stinky boy! ”

    Zhang Luoyu took a picture on the steering wheel and couldn't laugh and cry: "Han Dong is a kid, and it looks quite decent. After the college entrance examination, see how I can clean you up. ”

——

    May 13th, afternoon time.

    Han Dong and Sun Hui went to the fitness building to prepare for the last martial arts practice, which also represented the end of the high school martial arts course.

    Sun Hui smiled and said: "Han Dong, how many products did your martial arts grade achieve? Is there seven products? ”

    Han Dong is vague and ambiguous: "Almost."

    "En."

    Sun Hui nodded and thought that Han Dong was not sure about his martial arts grade. Considering Han Dong’s self-respect, he said: "Good luck. It’s been more than a week since the martial arts test. ”

    As they spoke, they walked into the training ground.

    Here and Now

    All martial arts students are gathered here, and there are no absentees. Because this is the last martial arts exercise.

    "The summer is really here, the venue is a bit hot."

    "Hey, we have been practicing martial arts here for three years, and today is the last time. Our martial arts students want to gather all of them again, and there is no chance. ”

    "Not so, we will take a group photo later."

    The martial arts students talked to each other.

    After you have to.

    Ning Lao, who never changes his style of dressing, walks in through the door.

    He still wears old black leather and black trousers. His face is wrinkled and his face is better than before. It seems like he has something happy.

    AHEM!

    He rubbed his chest twice and said faintly: "Free practice. This is the last exercise, and you are about to take the martial arts test. I wish you a successful entrance to the ideal university. ”

    Said.

    Ning Lao took out a cigarette and slowly ignited it, leaning against the ring.

    The eyes of his eyes pulled out a sturdy spirit, just like suppressing the beasts of the audience, and letting some martial arts students with floating minds reluctantly continue to practice martial arts.

    "Ning old."

    Han Dong took aim at Ning Lao, who was leaning on the ring for three times. He was secretly surprised that he had just been eccentric, and he was curious.

    But

    Qian Gao is afraid of becoming like that. It is estimated that Ning Lao’s true identity is terrible. He decided not to explore for the time being, so as not to cause any trouble.

    The most important thing at the moment is the martial arts test after the 8th.

……

    Time is gradually passing.

    The last practice, which ended unconsciously, many martial arts students happily combined a picture, then looked at the martial arts venue with nostalgia, and some martial arts students touched a piece of martial arts equipment.

    After a long time, the martial arts students left.

    The most calm martial arts student is probably Han Dong.

    He stayed in the land for less than three months. Moreover, most of the martial arts time is in the secluded corner of the school, everywhere in the city, and in the bedroom.

    The emotion of nostalgia is only a trace.

    Hey.

    Hey.

    A footstep, gradually drifting away.

    The wide martial arts venue, empty, seems to have reduced the temperature, leaving only a round platform, and the old man leaning against the ring.

    The ostrich snoring outside, occasionally came.

    The sound of the playground is faint.

    An inexplicable atmosphere of silence, quietly filled the field, as if a savage beast is waking up.

    "Interesting, it's really interesting."

    "In such a small day, it has become stronger again. There is such a thing."

    Ning Lao lifted the eyelids of the squats, and the corners of his mouth pulled up. The eyes seemed to be beating the blazing flames, causing the air to be twisted.

    Hey.

    He lit a cigarette and took a heavy breath.

    Oh.

    This newly ignited cigarette, like a hurricane transit, instantly burned out, a tidy ash, and a flaming red awn, falling down, turned into a smoky ash.

——

    May 13th, in the evening.

    After school, Han Dong hurried out of the classroom, filled with ecstasy and excitement, and did not even hear the voice of Gu Yuanliang.

    "Han Dong?"

    Gu Yuanliang held his schoolbag in a wrong way and stood beside the seat: "Your bag has not been taken yet!" Go home without a bag? Don't you worry that your dad interrupted your leg? ? ”

    Think about it.

    He shook his head and laughed: "I am a martial arts student at the same table. It is estimated that his father can't beat him."

    "But..

    "Hang Dong, who is very stable, even when he was so excited, he forgot to carry his own bag and what happened."Gu Yuanliang shook his head and packed his schoolbag.

……

    The unit door of the home is downstairs.

    Snoring.

    Han Dong gasped and sighed.

    All the way to run, it usually takes 20 minutes, but today it took only three or four minutes to return to the house.

    He couldn't help but feel excited and excited. He couldn't wait to tell his father and mother the facts of their martial arts and let them know that their son is about to enter the top school.

    This is a perfect answer.

    He is looking forward to what his mom and dad will look like later. I am afraid that my father who is not sleeping well will have to sleepless nights tonight, and he will not sleep.

    Han Dong opened the unit building and looked at it.

    Huh?

    "I actually forgot my backpack...Whether it is cough or sorrow, anyway, it has reached the level of martial arts of the three products, and it will be a top-ranking university. It doesn't matter if you don't go to school. ”

    Han Dong shook his head with a smile.

    Of course, he has to go to school. The school has already decided that there will be only such a rare and short-lived day in his high school career. He can have a good experience.

    While thinking about it, I will pick up the level.

    The physical quality of the three products makes him feel like a cheetah, and climbs up the stairs.

    The hustle and bustle of joy, mixed with pride, filled the heart. It is like a sea wave that is solidified and will be shot down.

    But all this, in the blink of an eye, collapsed.

    Hey.

    Han Dong stopped his footsteps, his face twisted on the spot, standing on the stairs, and clearly heard the suppressed sobbing sound from his home.

    It’s mom!

    This is the voice of my mother!

    What happened So what's that about?

    Peng!

    He only feels deep inside, as if there is a group of flames, bursting and bursting in an instant, roaring and resounding inside and outside the soul!

    Seventy-nine days and nights since the rebirth, desperate hardships, forgetting the struggle, and desperate struggles, it is precisely because of a pledge of faith, always reminding myself that we must not let go.

    Hey!

    Han Dong’s double fists screamed and rushed to the security door, but once again, the whole person was like a solid sculpture, and he could no longer move.

    "How is Wen Zhi being detained? Really not detained? Ok, thank you, the seizure is at least twenty-four hours..."

    "Xiaodong is going to go home...He still has to go to school tomorrow, can't delay..."

    "Yes, why?"

    The voice of her mother, Chen Shu, is vague, but it is like a road rolling over the thunder, suddenly falling from the sky and squatting in the heart of Han Dong.

    I am dull and unbelievable.

    Han Dong stood in front of the door, a few want to suffocate, anger temporarily stopped, his mind became blank.

    His father, Han Wenzhi, was detained.

    The sky is falling.