In the past, Zheng Ju and others also understood this.

The wanton humiliation is not just a spoiled childishness, but also a bit of self-defeating meaning.

And again he was humiliated by Jiang Bao.

Now, he Zheng Ju wants to give it a try.

The young trainee instructor in front of him is his hope.

At this time, Lin Mo just quietly looked at the child in front of him.

Although his eyes were immature, Lin Mo saw a trace of perseverance in it.

It's not hopeless.

"In the class, do other students listen to you?"

Although I don't know what Lin Mo intends.

But Zheng Ju nodded affirmatively.

"Out of Hu Yudie and a few other girls! Other classmates, I will listen to me!"

"That's OK, I Lin Mo naturally does what I say."

Before Lin Mo finished speaking, Zheng Ju suddenly fell to his knees.

"Instructor Lin, help me.

I don't want to be muddled all day long.

I don't want to be stepped on the ground anymore, I want to be stronger. "

As he said, he cried directly, his eyes full of expectation.

This move made Lin Mo a little surprised.

But he nodded in agreement.

"Tomorrow at six o'clock in the morning, gather here, remember to ask everyone in the class to train together.

Whenever someone is late, the responsibility rests on you.

You know it personally, I am not easy to start! "

As his voice fell.

Zheng Juzheng had the slightest fear, but nodded with joy.

Then he ran out of the classroom excitedly.

However, he was still waiting for him to step out of the porter.

Lin Mo stopped him again.

When Zheng Ju turned around, a dark figure smashed towards him.

After taking advantage of his skill, he opened it directly.

The palm-sized wooden box was filled with green ointment.

"After taking a shower, rub it on the injured area."

Hearing what Lin Mo said, Zheng Ju instantly understood the effect of this thing, trauma medicine.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin, see you tomorrow morning!"

After speaking, he turned and left.

It's not that Zheng Ju didn't want to go home to invite other martial artists.

It's just that those coaches hired by their parents are purely for the sake of money.

Because of their own qualifications, even if these martial artists are teaching, they are all perfunctory.

When it came to the battle hall, the instructor ignored them at all.

The trainee instructor also looked down upon them.

Only Lin Mo is an exception.

Of course, it would be better if you start with a lighter hand.

On the spot, Lin Mo looked at Zheng Ju's leaving back, Lin Mo continued to close his eyes and practice.

But young people with a heart can also enter the Thorns Jedi.

Perhaps it was because of the other party's firm gaze, or the other party's unwilling heart.

In short, Lin Mo wanted to mention this young man with bright eyes this time.

"I hope you don't let me down. This is the first time I teach a child!"

In the empty classroom, only Lin Mo murmured softly.

early morning.

In a loud complaint.

In the teaching room, a group of sleepy-eyed teenagers gnawed at breakfast dumbly.

Feng Ke asked ignorantly.

"Boss Zheng, what the hell is it?

Woke us up so early in the morning.

Go to bed at midnight! "

As Zheng Ju's loyal brother, Feng Ke is afraid to complain.

But the sleepiness that came from the waves really made him unstoppable.

Speaking again and again, he yawned again and again.

And beside Feng Ke, several classmates who were directly carried over were still sleeping.

Of course, Hu Yudie is not as good-tempered as them.

"The surname is Zheng, wake me up so early in the morning.

If you do not give a reasonable explanation.

Don't think about getting better today. "

Facing the little brother’s questions.

Zheng Ju first showed hesitation on his face.

And when in his mind, he remembered the humiliation of being stepped on the ground yesterday.

His complexion also became firm. JrNovels.com