MTL - Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

At this banquet, Song Yecai officially introduced Yunhua to Xu Zihang and met them.

"Sister Yun will help me deal with gang affairs in the future. When I am away, Xu Zihang and Sister Yun are in charge." Song Yeliang thought that he would definitely run around the world in the future, and he would not stay in one place for a long time. important.

The two sides met each other and shook their hands, but Xu Zihang was a little curious. After all, although Yunhua was brought by Song Ye, he did n’t have any skill at all. Recently, dealing with gang affairs has seemed stiff. It should be an layman before. People, I do n’t know why they followed Song Ye to create gangs.

Later, this question persisted on the training ground. After seeing Yunhua's fierceness and decisiveness, he finally believed that the same blood as Song Ye was flowing in Yunhua's bones.

"Now Zhou Zheng is dead, and those dozens of men are also very easy to do things. At present, we already have five song and dance halls and bars, and no one has risen to resist, and the process is smooth." In the dining room, Yunhua took a look at the recent situation. One report to Song Ye.

Song Ye ate something, but there was no response to it, but he didn't see how happy he was. Xu Zihang was surprised. He leaned his head and asked Song Ye, who was indifferent to emotions. "Did you already guess the result, this? Although there are not many people in the ground tiger gang, the field is very large, and the snakes and dragons are mixed inside. When Zhou Zheng died, no one resisted, it was too easy to think. "In fact, the number of people in the ground tiger gang is also on guard. There are nearly a thousand people, so Xu Zihang did not dare to act lightly for three years, but he did not expect Song Ye to get the site in a few days.

"Yeah, Song, no, boss, this is too amazing. We have swallowed the tiger gang in a dozen people, which is incredible." Wang Tiechuan changed his mouth and asked aside, trying to learn from Song Ye. .

Seeing that everyone was interested, Song Ye explained to them with patience, "They are scared. Zhou Zheng had a gun in his hand and his gun was killed. Yuncheng is just a small city with a gun, enough. Walk sideways. The more mysterious the night gang is, the smoother things will be. ”This is why she did not release the gun that day, let alone her own land to seize the site. When the overall situation is set, she will go to the underground market. , Then it will do more with less.

After listening to these analyses, everyone couldn't help but give thumbs up for Song Ye.

"Dare to love this fight and kill it also depends on your brain." Everyone was amazed, even more convinced by Song Ye's helper.

After eating, Song Ye took them to the abandoned residential area in the suburbs, intending to use these dilapidated houses to temporarily serve as training venues.

At a time when everyone felt the environment was shabby, Song Ye brushed open his schoolbag and cracked out a dozen guns, so that everyone's eyes were falling.

"Here, where did this come from?" Wang Tiechuan swallowed, so he didn't bite his tongue.

Song Ye picked it up and handed it to him. It didn't matter: "I took it from Zhou Zheng's safe." She also set fire because she felt these things, and thought it was important to Zhou Zheng, so she thought about adjusting Tiger to leave the mountain, but Zhou Zheng was dead. I never imagined that what I had worked hard to protect was an empty box in the end.

The crowd expressed their admiration for her insidious approach, and they picked and picked up their own weapons. The teenagers were particularly excited to touch the gun for the first time. They were planning to practice their hands but did not want Song Ye to turn around and beat them all. Sandbag.

The private house looked dilapidated, but there were no holes in it. The sports equipment was readily available in the field. Song Ye took off his coat and wore a cool vest. His calm face had an irresistible majesty. "How long will I fight, you must follow How long does it take for a month to fall short of the standard and not allowed to practice guns? "

Although it is an order, the young people are full of motivation. After all, how powerful Song Ye is, he is just a slender girl, but if he can't win even the physical strength, that is really hurting self-esteem.

Fighting with a bit of spirit, more than a dozen people tried their best to hit the sandbags while listening to Song Ye's password. "Every stroke, the sandbag must be tilted at 45 degrees. Adjust the breath and pay attention. Rhythm, control the strength of your muscles. "

This seemingly confession on paper was not adopted by the teenagers at first, but it was supported by a brute force for an hour, and they were all tired, all sweating and watching Song Ye's methodical fists lift his legs. Frustrated helplessly.

In the end, Song Ye also lay down for two hours, after all, the fifteen-year-old's body had not undergone strong training, and it was also unbearable.

But perhaps with the relationship of strength and strength, the next morning, her body did not have any signs of exhaustion. She was as light as a yan to get up to school, and she saw a group of zombies at the gate of the school.

After exercise, the muscles are sour and the limbs are stiff. This is a common sequelae. Rao is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old active and active teenager who cannot resist high-load training and looks pale.

Song Ye, a partial student, was not enough. When he passed the basketball court, watching the weather was good, he immediately announced, "After school, come to a friendly match, and the winning team will lose half an hour of training today."

Between the desperation of life and the reduction of training, the teenagers desperately competed on the court. At a time, countless girls and boys watched and shouted. Among them, the highest voice was Xu Zihang, the campus prince.

"Xu Shao, come on, Xu Shao!"

"Xu Shao Xu Shao, you are the best!"

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In this enthusiastic cheer, Xu Zihang's complexion was getting more and more green. Whoever made him famous, his body was almost falling apart, and he had to figure out a good shape.

Soon, among a group of teenagers with old arms and legs, someone found a particularly flexible figure.

In the sun, the slender body is wrapped in a large sweatshirt, but it is slightly short but is as sensitive as a snake. Between the hands and the feet, the huge basketball is like a toy in her palm. People pay attention to that fair and delicate face. After being sweated lightly, the light is as beautiful as the prince in the comics.

The girls on the pitch were once again boiled.

"Ah, these are a few classes, they look so handsome!"

"Unexpectedly, besides Xu Shao in our school, there is such a handsome guy, even more beautiful than a girl."

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Although Song Ye became famous in a class, there were few people who could associate her face with her name on campus. After all, such an inflexible shape was originally intended to confuse the public.

But with so many people in the school, there are always one or two who know Song Ye. For example, when they heard the news, they brought mineral water and towels to Wang Zi, who was attentive to Xu Zihang.