Heart-wrenching screams and cries came from the other end of the stands. The girl covering her earlobes was pinched by several instructors and shouted desperately and struggled. Her face was red. The instructor wearing glasses carefully observed in the sun with a newly pulled earring, and the pendant flashed.

The students who were still running quickly turned their heads and couldn't bear to watch them anymore.

Another girl was staggering and approaching the time of falling, a strong and powerful arm held her in time.

"Take three breaths and one breath, run with me."

Fang Chang looked at her seriously. The girl looked at the other end of the stand with a dodge, shook Fang Chang's hand away, stammered and said "Thank you", and then followed Fang Chang silently.

Fang Chang turned his head and looked at the stands, clenching his fists.

"Calm down, Fang Chang, we can't help so many people."

Fan Lei ran to Fang Chang and reminded him again.

Fang Chang looked at the scattered team ahead, and everyone who was still running looked like a walking zombie. He sighed silently in his heart.

The girl on the other end was already pressed on the tiled stand, someone pulled out the ruler, and a shrill cry echoed in the playground.

Instructor Liang lacks interest in the punishment of rulers. He thinks he is a person who is free from the low-level interests. He has been coaching at Kanglong Academy for seven years and is no longer as rude and arrogant as these instructors who have just arrived.

He is committed to using more interesting means to deal with students here - especially the break-breaking class.

He believed that mental fear could destroy a person's mind more than physical torture.

He walked to the side, squatted beside the playground, holding a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes and smiling at the students running, as if they were a cunning leopard, looking for their prey.

He noticed that the middle of the team had gradually stabilized because Fang Chang was leading the students with poor physical fitness to run. He remembered that Fang Chang was a student of sports specialty before. A hint of coldness appeared in his eyes.

Behind the team, besides girls, are some thin or obese boys.

The only exception is a child.

He was about thirteen years old, his body was as thin as a match, his face and hands were covered with scars. He was at the second-last position in the class, pursing his lips tightly, and his face was as golden as paper.

Because he doesn't like to talk, everyone in the class calls him "dumb".

No one likes mute. Instructors are like this, and students are like this.

This team had already landed with the main force for most of the time, and would soon be caught up by the students in front from behind. I think those thirty times of rulers are inevitable.

Instructor Liang showed a strange smile.

An instructor came over from the other end of the stands.

"What are you doing, Lao Liang?"

Instructor Liang held a cigarette butt in his mouth, made a few warm-up moves on his own, and said calmly:

“Have some fun.”

"Come again?" The instructor smiled in a common sense: "You really have it."

Instructor Liang didn't speak, and slowly walked to the track, jumped up. After warming up, he bowed and suddenly rushed towards the slowest team of students.

The sound of irritable and loud leather shoes sounded on the track. The students at the end turned their heads when they heard the sound. When they saw Instructor Liang running like cheetahs, they all screamed in shock, and ran around like frightened ducks.

Obviously this scene is no longer a coincidence. The students in the Class Breakthrough all know the bad taste of Instructor Liang - he always likes to play these tricks - when the students are halfway through the run, the students who are caught up with him will definitely be beaten up inhumanely.

No one wants to be a scapegoat. He drags his heavy steps to speed up, and even his muscle cramps dare not stop.

This group of students knows very well that they will definitely not be able to beat Instructor Liang.

But it's not necessary.

As long as you outperform others... as long as you are not in the last one.

From this moment on, it seemed that the devil who was chasing them was no longer the instructor of Kanglong Academy, but a few classmates beside him. As long as they were a little slower than them, they could face painful torture. The girl running at the back turned red, and the penultimate little boy staggered, as if she was about to fall down at any time.

A sharp whistle came from the other end of the stands, and someone was applauding.

Instructor Liang smiled grimly and accelerated again.

Feeling the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, the girl at the end of the queue was about to cry, but she was panting and didn't even have the strength to cry. Unexpectedly, Instructor Liang flashed past him and rushed straight, throwing the "dumb" not far away in front of him to the ground.

She didn't have time to be surprised, and continued running forward without daring to look back with her head full of glory.

The little boy was "dumb" unable to bear it, so he threw himself forward, and several marks were knocked out on his chin, his mind was dizzy and his vision suddenly became dark.

I could only hear the sound of gasping and laughter coming from my ears.

"Student Wei Yin, do you miss me?"

The "dumb" raised his head in pain and opened his mouth, but his hands were pinched and pressed against his back. Instructor Liang pressed his hands from behind with one knee, jammed his neck with one arm, and pinched his chin with the other.

He said softly:

"Wei Yin, why do you not understand the teacher's heart so much?"

"How can you run away when the teacher is looking for you? Bad boy..."

"Why don't you talk? Is the teacher too tight?"

"Will the teacher treat you more gently next time? You talk. Look at you, you are hurt..."

The old wound on the "dumb" face was mixed with the new wound that had just fallen, and a faint blood flowed out, covered in dust. Instructor Liang approached without any mind, stuck out his tongue, and licked the wound on his face intoxicatedly.

The mute closed his eyes tightly, gasped, gritted his teeth, and tried his best to snatch his arms with his fingernails, and could not break free from Instructor Liang's restraints no matter what.

"Enough."

A cold voice came from behind. Instructor Liang frowned and turned his head. It was Fang Chang who ran around and returned here.

Fang Chang clenched his fists with a serious expression.

"Fang Chang... are you crazy..."

Fan Lei rushed up panting, pulled Fang Chang's arm, and smiled at Instructor Liang:

"Teacher, we didn't mean it... let's leave now... Fang Chang?!"

Fang Chang ignored Fan Lei this time and suddenly shook his hand away. The veins on his exposed strong and powerful arms surged, and walked towards Instructor Liang on the ground step by step.

Instructor Liang narrowed his eyes and spread the mute in his arms, which collapsed on the ground like a broken cement bag. He stood up and the two confronted each other, only half a meter away.

Fang Chang was about 1.85 meters tall, half a head higher than Instructor Liang, and his momentum was no weaker than him.

Instructor Liang sneered:

"What? Fang Chang. Do you still want to hit the teacher? The dragon whip I ate last time wasn't enough, right?"

Fang Chang didn't say anything, his fists were clenched tighter and tighter, but he still didn't take action.

A silence.

Instructor Liang hugged his hands in front of his chest and raised his head slightly:

"Don't forget that it's time for physical training now. If you don't run 20 laps, it's equivalent to violating the command of the teacher. You should know more than anyone else, the consequences of violating the school rules, right?"

"Fang Chang!" Fan Lei was anxious. He shouted twice, unable to pull him. He gritted his teeth, bowed to Instructor Liang, and returned to the track without saying a word and started running on his own.

Fang Chang ignored Instructor Liang and his eyes turned to the "dumb" on the ground.

He doesn't like mute.

Although he is the youngest child in the class, he is isolated by everyone in the broken class and is bullied.,

But he did not sympathize.

Because a poor person must have something hateful.

The "dumb" is so indifferent that it is unkind.

He had heard that the "mumba" had run into a dormitory roommate who committed suicide by cutting his wrists with glass in the room, while the mumba just watched silently, without any hesitation.

No matter how young you are, as a man, you should have your own blood.

Adhering to one's own moral code is the quality that people should have. This is a common idea.

So he doesn't like mute.

He suddenly spoke:

"Lee Weiyin, don't you stand up?"

Instructor Liang was stunned for a moment and turned his head. Seeing the mute on the ground motionless, he turned his head with a smile and looked at Fang Chang.

Fang Chang continued:

"Li Weiyin, I know everything about you. As a man, just stand up and do what you should do."

"What should I do? Classmate Fang Chang?" Instructor Liang said sarcastically.

Fang Chang ignored him and stared at the mute on the ground:

"Lee Weiyin! Don't pretend to be dead, stand up!"

After saying that, the mute on the ground finally reacted. His body trembled, as if he had slightly recovered from his suffocation. He staggered from the ground, and stood up very slowly with difficulty.

Instructor Liang frowned slightly. The instructors on the other end of the stands also realized the inappropriate atmosphere here and surrounded him from afar. Fang Chang's eyes remained on Li Weiyin, and his angry eyes gradually turned into surprise.

——Li Weiyin stood up.

Then, he shaking and without looking back, walked to the other side.
To be continued...