I have a lot of achievements

Chapter 277 Grasp it well, don't lose it

Meng Fan was not worried that Wu Ji would give him small shoes to wear during the training process, but he was really not interested in learning something, it was purely for the trip to the Lion City, if he was really asked to become some kind of combat athlete, it would not be a joke Well, he didn't have the habit of being abused and abused, nor did he have such a strong desire to fight.

Yang Feng asked a few more questions, and offered very attractive conditions. Of course, this so-called attractiveness is for people in the fighting circle, and it has no temptation for Meng Fan.

After confirming that Meng Fan was really not interested, combined with Meng Fan's previous idea of ​​wanting to learn a quick course, Yang Feng guessed that Meng Fan might really want to learn some skills, so he could only give up and go out to talk to Wu Ji.

"If you don't learn, you don't learn!"

Wu Ji kept his mouth shut, but to be honest in his heart, he felt a little pity. Meng Fan was an annoying kid, but he was indeed the material.

Thinking about it again, it's better not to learn, don't worry that this kid can't hold him down after learning.

Lao Hei is depressed here, even more depressed than Wu Ji.

Master Meng, you don't want to become a fighter, so what's the matter with throwing me so hard?
You practice so hard, are you just letting me pat the ground for fun?
No, after a whole morning, Meng Fan basically didn't take much rest, his hard work, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like he was going for a professional athlete.

It's the same after having a meal at noon. I practice all the way until after five o'clock in the afternoon without rest.

Old Hei, what a patient person, even if Meng Fan gave him time to rest, he still couldn't bear it. He could only call three coaches who were quite capable to replace him for three "half hours" .

At the end of the day, I practiced for nearly seven hours. During the period, apart from Wu Ji’s fuss at the beginning and the efficiency of the next three replacement coaches was a little lower, Lao Hei’s efficiency was still very high when he was training with him. You can have more than 100 points of "grabbing skills" experience in an hour, and at a little more than five o'clock, you will get the achievement title of "Thousand Hands Capture".

For the next 10 minutes, Meng Fan was completely using Lao Hei to adapt to the new 10-point grappling technique.

The content included in these 10 new throwing skills is still very comprehensive, covering almost all the grappling skills. What Meng Fan has learned but not learned is included. At present, Meng Fan can be regarded as the part he has learned. And the part extended from it has been familiarized, that is, it has been transformed into one's own ability.

There are still a lot left, Meng Fan has almost obtained theoretical knowledge, but not in practice, that is, he has not really transformed into his own ability.

It is also easy to transform, that is to practice with Lao Hei according to theoretical knowledge, but today is not enough time, so Meng Fan can forget it.

As for the newly added hand speed at 3 o'clock, it is very simple to transform, and it can even be said that there is no need to transform, just a little familiarity.

[Thousand Hands Capture] This task title has been obtained, much faster than Meng Fan imagined, and this is really thanks to the patient old black, otherwise, if it is replaced by someone else, it will take another day or two.

[Wrestling, Baba] For this achievement task, Meng Fan has no experience at all today. It is really difficult to subdue people with only wrestling skills and no other wrestling skills.

If he hadn't met Wu Ji here, Meng Fan would definitely come tomorrow to learn from Yang Feng or Lao Hei how wrestling can subdue people. Now, he is a little hesitant.

Don't look at Meng Fan's shameless way of calling Wu Ji the seventh brother, but he is actually panicking. This future seventh uncle is a bit difficult to deal with.

Moreover, Meng Fan had a premonition that this Wu Ji was very likely to be Wu Tong's elder brother. If it was his cousin, his eyebrows and eyes would not be so similar!

He lifted his uncle up in front of the future wife he had identified. This scene made Meng Fan frightened even thinking about it.

I don't know how to explain it to Wu Tong when I go back tonight!

……

"Meng Fan, first of all, I apologize to you on behalf of my brother."

After meeting at the waterfront restaurant, just after sitting down, Meng Fan didn't know what to say to Wu Tong, but Wu Tong had already opened his mouth, smiled wryly, and said, "My brother is very direct and reckless, no He will think so much. However, he also said that the main reason is that you just met in the Budokan, and he treated you in a training way, and he didn't really want to..."

Wu Tong spread his hands, a little helpless: "He really wants to protect me too much. With him, I'm just a little girl who doesn't understand anything. Anyway, no matter what, I still have to apologize to you for my brother."

Hearing this, Meng Fan waved his hands again and again: "Actually, Seventh Brother has already... apologized to me. Speaking of which, I was the first to make the mistake. I just heard that Seventh Brother said that I was having an affair. If it were my sister or me My sister's boyfriend is rumored to have an affair with someone else, and I will definitely not do it. I can understand Brother Seven's mood."

Wu Tong squinted at Meng Fan: "Bah, who is your girlfriend now?"

This sudden coquettishness made Meng Fan dumbfounded.

"Here, the scarf."

Wu Tong took out a bag and threw it at Meng Fan who was opposite.

She threw it very lightly, and Meng Fan could catch it 100%, but if he was stupid, hehe, he was hit in the face.

Wu Tong rolled his eyes at Meng Fan again: "Stupid not stupid!"

"hey-hey."

Meng Fan smirked, opened the bag, and took out the scarf inside. The scarf was thick and beautiful, and it was embroidered on it. Looking carefully, there was a row of white birds flying above a tree.

A group of egrets go up to the sky!

Looking at the pattern, Meng Fan was dumbfounded again, and then surrounded himself with warmth, his face became even more silly.

The waiter who came over to serve the food was startled. Meng Fan often comes to this restaurant to eat, so the waiter naturally knew about the man in the iron tower, and thought, what happened to the iron tower today? It’s not very cold. Is it hot out of your head?
Wu Tong glared at Meng Fan: "Take it off quickly, it's not hot!"

Meng Fan acted like a fool: "It's not hot, it's warm, and it's very caring."

Wu Tong was speechless: "You must be suffering from a cold in Sanjiu."

Meng Fan didn't know whether his brain was broken or the brakes were broken, so he grinned and said, "No, twice as many as three nines."

Wu Tong was taken aback, then threw the tissue box on the table over.

After a while, Meng Fan was afraid, he was getting more and more courageous, he couldn't do this anymore, otherwise, he might spend his whole life practicing traditional crafts with a tissue box.

After finishing the meal, Meng Fan called the waiter to pay the bill, and then the two got up and left the waterfront restaurant. By this time, it was already dark, and the night wind started to blow. It was already cold, but it was a bit cold.

Wu Tong asked, "Let's go?"

Meng Fan nodded of course, and hung the scarf around Wu Tong's neck. Wu Tong smiled and stood still.

Wu Tong didn't care, turned around, and walked under the streetlight like an elf, stepping on beautiful shadows one by one.

Like an idiot, Meng Fan stood in place for a full three seconds before catching up. They walked side by side, from the restaurant to the school gate to the playground.

The hand close to Wu Tong, like a youth with no place to rest, wanted to grab it countless times, but gave up countless times, pretending to be natural and flung it to brush against the back of Wu Tong's hand, once, twice, three times, four times... Meng Fan has been counting silently in his heart, raising his head, as if counting the stars, hoping that the sky has no end, and this road has no end.

Suddenly, my hands felt cold.

Looking down, he saw a hand grabbing his own.

No, it should be that the Milky Way fell into his hands!
Wu Tong didn't turn his head, just looked forward and said, "Hands are a little cold."

Meng Fan's walking posture changed, and his tongue became even more stiff. He finally said, "Me too."

Wu Tong waited for a long time for this sentence. Looking forward, he couldn't help squinting at Meng Fan, then grabbed the hand on the back of Meng Fan's hand, turned it, and slipped into Meng Fan's palm.

This slip also slipped into Meng Fan's heart, slipping and slipping...

Wu Tong turned his head suddenly, looked at Meng Fan and smiled: "Catch it well, don't lose it."

Meng Fan nodded like a pounding garlic: "Yeah!"

"Silly."

Wu Tong turned his head back and looked forward. There was darkness and light ahead, and there was tomorrow.

Meng Fan yelled excitedly, and solemnly promised: "I put your hands in my pocket, you won't lose them, and it's still warm. I put you in my heart, and you won't lose them! Because my heart has become yours. , If you lose it, I will die!"

"Ah."

Wu Tong nodded.

Meng Fan took Wu Tong's hand and stuffed it into his trouser pocket together, then quickly pulled it out and put it into his clothes pocket.

Wu Tong's face flushed instantly.

Meng Fan pretended nothing happened.

Just walking like this, no one spoke, the world seemed to be quiet, the eyes and comments of the passers-by were all isolated from the world by them, only he and she were left in this world, his Breath, heartbeat and her breath, heartbeat.

(End of this chapter)