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Chapter 12 There are many school flower poses

Xu Ling came to his senses, turned his head and saw that the honest student Luo was in tears again.

"Xu Ling!!! You finally succeeded!!!"

He rushed over and grabbed Xu Ling's hand tightly and said in a trembling voice, "I knew that you just didn't find the right method, but I guessed that Qingshuang's martial arts route is the most suitable for you. Look, after practicing for a day, it has improved significantly."

The big man Gao Fan smiled and said, "Yes, from this point of view, your current force index should be 0.5 to 0.6."

Brother Glasses pushed his glasses and muttered in a low voice: "No."

The girl next to him is named Lin Ling, who is the least present among the five-person group, not because she is ordinary, but because she comes from a mysterious family.

People know very little about the Lin family, only knowing that they are all used to walking in the shadows.

Therefore, Lin Ling has been practicing secret techniques in the clan since she was a child, and naturally she has an ethereal temperament, which makes people involuntarily difficult to focus on her.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

"He punches in a completely unreasonable way. Normally, if he punches in such a way that he can achieve half the effort with twice the effort, he still wants to achieve 60% of the punching power of 1.0, he must have a much greater than 0.6." The glasses frowned.

Lin Ling had no expression on her face. She seemed to be indifferent to anything and said lightly: "What do you mean is that Xu Ling's military index at the end of last semester was only 0.32, so he has improved so much now? If he really has this talent, why is he still the last place in the grade until the end of his second year of high school?"

I don’t know why, but I took out a foldable tablet from where I could quickly enter several sets of data: “You can’t draw conclusions, science requires repeated calculations and experiments. I want to use this posture to build a model.”

Ning Qingshuang was on the other side, and she was also very confused. She saw that Xu Ling's way of exerting force was exactly the same as her professor's, but she could only say that it was irrelevant. Moreover, based on her years of experience in practicing martial arts, she could not exert all her power at all.

But the result is unquestionable. He really used his "0.32" force index to hit a punch comparable to 0.60 in an awkward posture.

"I didn't teach you this way before, why is this happening?"

Even the school beauty Ning, who was cold-faced and vicious, couldn't help but ask questions.

Xu Ling was a little embarrassed. He wanted to cheat some attributes, but he unknowingly embarked on an unconceived path. With a sudden inspiration, he changed his mind and said: "I tried it all day and found that maybe everyone's physiological structure is different? Anyway, I think it's easier to punch like this, so I repeatedly pondered and found the one that suits me the most."

A strong light suddenly appeared on Brother Glasses' glasses.

"I didn't expect that to be true?"

Lin Ling still asked in that emotional tone: "What?"

The Glasses said in a deep voice: "Recently, there is a new topic in the research institute. It is said that from a few years ago, some warriors have gradually begun to mutate, and their body structure will change, such as the change of pupil color and hair color, and metal components appearing in human bones, and even new human organs have grown."

"So, could it be that Xu Ling's bones or muscle structure have some mutation that has led to his punching method being obviously unreasonable, but it can produce stronger power."

Lin Ling rarely showed an unsightly expression.

Ning Qingshuang, who was standing beside her, raised her chin slightly, then seemed to suddenly remember something, her expression changed, and she showed a hint of shame, and turned around: "It's really good to be able to make improvements that suit you based on the actual situation."

[Seeing +1.]

Xu Ling was completely confused: Is this still the Ning Qingshuang I know?

The two started in the first grade of elementary school and had been together for nine years. In his impression, the other party has been the best among all people since he was seven years old. He will compete for the first place when encountering any challenge and will not easily express his appreciation for most people and things.

Moreover, she has a cold personality and is not good at expressing her feelings. As she is now, she praises people who are far inferior to her on the surface after making a little progress, which is a situation that has never happened before.

Xu Ling didn't know that there was something hidden behind this matter.

An hour ago, on the east side of the martial arts venue.

Dong! Bang! Bang!

Ning Qingshuang frantically outputted at the training dummy. The alloyed target kept making dull sounds. She retracted her fist and twisted Yingying's waist. She was about to punch another time, but suddenly she felt the breath of someone behind her.

She turned her body and relaxed after seeing that it was Luo Zhixing clearly.

"What's wrong?"

Student Luo's expression was a little hesitant, and he clenched his head and said, "Qingshuang, I want to discuss something with you."

"Just tell me directly, as long as you can do it."

I don’t know if Xu Ling offended Ning School Beauty. She always didn’t have a good face to him, but when facing others, although she couldn’t be very enthusiastic, she was not aggressive. Seeing that Luo Zhixing, who provided the venue for everyone to train, was even more kind-hearted.

“That’s how it is.”

The class monitor cleared his throat and twisted his eyebrows back and forth, "I think Xu Ling has not made any progress, and it may have something to do with the attitude of his classmates towards him."

He even had the other person's personality, so he was a little nervous, afraid that she would not agree to him.

Ning Qingshuang frowned slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Of course, I know that his talent is definitely not good. He fell behind in the first year of high school, and then some people in the class began to alienate him intentionally or unintentionally. Alas, this may have also hit his enthusiasm." Luo Zhixing further explained.

He guessed right. Xu Ling, who was traveling through time, was a backbone person, and it also brought disadvantages, that is, his strong self-esteem. But it was easy to break. At that time, Xu Ling had just entered the martial arts school and wanted to do something with confidence, but was shot down by the cruel reality.

From then on, he began to give up on himself and had no good expression to anyone except his family.

Until the moment the world line changes.

Luo Zhixing looked honest and honest, but the third young master of the Luo family and the top martial arts school were actually not slow, but he was just used to being so accustomed to it. So he later vaguely realized what Xu Ling’s problem was.

So now I want to encourage these top warriors in the school to see if they can comfort his mentality and completely let go of their knots.

But he didn't know that Xu Ling is no longer the same as before, and he has no knot in his heart...

After hearing Luo Zhixing's words, Ning Qingshuang snorted softly.

"Mentality is also an important quality for warriors."

As a stingy person, he pointed out that he was honest and said that he had already agreed in his heart.

So the situation became like this. Ning School Beauty was forced to open business. She endured her strong discomfort and spoke to encourage Xu Ling.

However, by chance, although Xu Ling does not need encouragement in spirit, he needs it physically. Encouragement and sarcasm can literally achieve praise results and improve perception attributes. It is always good to have more paths.

He was not sure about this and was sighing in his heart.
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