Chapter 53 Stepping on the face

At eight o'clock in the morning, at the gate of the hospital, an Audi A8 slowly stopped and a 60-year-old man came out of the driver's seat.

Looking around at the door, the old man seemed to be waiting for something. It was not until he saw a young man in a hospital uniform not far away that the anxious look on his face disappeared, and replaced by a smile on his face.

"Chen Bo, how long have you been waiting?" Looking at the old man at the door, Pan Hongsheng asked with a smile.

"It didn't take long. I was too busy to come here during this period. I didn't expect you to be discharged from the hospital!" Looking at Pan Hongsheng's lively face, Chen Fu sighed that it's good to be young. If he encounters such a big injury, I'm afraid it will take at least ten and a half days.

Hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days!

It has only been a month or two since Pan Hongsheng was hospitalized, and even the hospital has asked Pan Hongsheng to be hospitalized for observation for a few more days. After all, the time is too short.

"The stupid boy has strong firepower!" Pan Hongsheng bent his arm and then followed the old man into the car.

It was the old man's idea for Pan Hongsheng to be discharged from the hospital, but it was Pan Hongsheng who was discharged from the hospital.

After all, he did not dare or want to sell the old man, and the most important thing was that he could feel that he was full of endless strength.

I have to say that Pan Hongsheng is really blessed by misfortune this time.

Originally, Pan Hongsheng had been attracting gas into the triple realm of the body, but since he learned snow boxing and cold wind in Mount Emei, he has reached the critical point, and there has been a lack of an opportunity to enter the realm of gas refining.

The last gunshot wound was an opportunity. More importantly, the old man's 'qi' transmitted to his body at regular intervals made him easily break through to the realm of gas refining and turning God. At the same time, he directly entered the second level and could sense the existence of qi.

Pan Hongsheng has felt this kind of 'qi' that can only be felt after playing Tai Chi for decades, and his future is unlimited at the age of 20.

From the introduction of air into the body to the refining of gas, this is a process in which the qualitative variables change at the same time.

First of all, Pan Hongsheng's power has increased from 100 times the endurance of the human body to 300 times. His speed and physique have been greatly enhanced. In terms of physical fitness alone, he has made a huge leap.

After all, although Pan Hongsheng's combat effectiveness was strong in the past, his continuous combat ability was very poor. In the past, he may have been able to compete with Chen Fu by virtue of skills and boxing skills, but in a few minutes, he will definitely show his feet, but now there is no such problem. After all, 'qi' can continuously provide him with energy. Quantity.

Of course, it is difficult for ordinary people to be accurate about this short-term strength enhancement, which is also the reason why Pan Hongsheng stayed in the hospital for another two weeks before he was discharged from the hospital.

"What's the matter? Do you want to go to school now or go straight home? I ignored Pan Hongsheng's narcissistic expression, Chen Bo asked with a smile.

Pan Hongsheng's recovery is also good news for him. After all, without Pan Hongsheng's protection during this period, Su Ya Su Xue had to take care of himself. Now that Pan Hongsheng has been discharged from the hospital, he has naturally helped him reduce a lot of burden.

"Can I go to school dressed like this?" Pulling the corners of his mouth, Pan Hongsheng pointed to himself in a sick uniform and asked.

There is your school uniform in the back. If you go to school, change it. I heard that your school has held a basketball game or something recently. It's very grand. You just want to participate in it. Uncle Chen looked at Pan Hongsheng with deep meaning, as if he knew that the child was riding on the first day of school, and he couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm not interested." He curled his lips and played basketball occasionally. He really didn't have the idea of letting Pan Hongsheng participate in the game.

Of course, the main problem is not that he can't beat others, but that in a circle, ten people grab a ball. No matter how they look at it, they feel like... playing monkeys.

"What's the matter? Go straight home?" No longer entangled with a problem, Uncle Chen parked his car on the roadside and turned his head to look at Pan Hongsheng.

"Forget it, I'd better go to school!" With a smile, Pan Hongsheng directly began to change his clothes.

Chen Fu has driven the car to a distance of about 200 meters from the school gate.

Pan Hongsheng, who put on the school uniform again, sighed in his heart while waving goodbye to Chen Fu.

I was bored in the hospital for almost a month. Looking at his blue and white hospital uniforms all day long, Pan Hongsheng didn't seem to see the third color except white and blue. It was not until he put on his school uniform that he felt reborn.

I have to say that nearly three months have passed since Pan Hongsheng's first day of school. This is only one month in school. Because of this, Pan Hongsheng stood at the gate and shouted for a long time before the doorman, the other party was willing to open the door, and looked at the reluctance, as if he was going to do something to him. Of.

People are happy when they are happy, and Pan Hongsheng doesn't bother to care about such people. Although he knows that he will not be as popular as Premier Wen goes to the countryside when he returns to school, it is indeed a gratifying thing to at least be with a large group of his peers. He walks towards the classroom in three steps and two steps.

Most of the life in the third year of high school is occupied by self-study. At this moment, more than a dozen boys in the corridor stood together with sad faces, and no one spoke first.

"Why don't I continue to play?" After a while, Zhang Bowen finally spoke, looking at the gritted expression as if he was going to die.

"No, your leg has been strained, and the game will definitely be heavier, and you will definitely drag down the team." Wang Long spoke. At this moment, he didn't look any ruffian at all, but like a wise conductor.

"How to fight? The substitute for the center has been changed to the peak. If we don't have to compare with each other, we just admit defeat. Zhang Bowen's eyes flashed with unwillingness and asked in a muffled voice.

Indeed, everyone was silent when asked this question.

For these kids, a game is nothing at all. Even in the eyes of this group of dans, no one cares about winning or losing, only whether they are happy or not.

But this time, all the dage's opinions are unified, that is, to win the game.

In order to promote sports and promote physical fitness, there are basketball competitions every year. There are 12 high schools in Jinjiang, large and small. These dung bets who study in aristocratic schools are the first every year. After all, their profession is basketball, not students.

I thought it would be easy to win the game this time. Wang Long, the captain, had no pressure at all, but in fact, a group of dark horses suddenly appeared in the basketball team this time. It was only been established for a month, pulling large and small underworld hooligans into a hope school - Blue Sky No. 1 Middle School!

Maybe it's luck or maybe it's operation. Wang Long didn't meet this rogue high school until the final. In the first game of the three games, all five main players were injured. Although he won the game in the end, it was definitely a tragic victory.

In a game of 45 minutes, all five players were injured. Not to mention whether these people are dans or not, even ordinary people can't stand this anger, so at this moment, a group of people are thinking about countermeasures with sad faces.

"Conn't to lose? It's as simple as you think." Wang Long smiled bitterly and took out a wrinkled piece of paper from his pocket with a line of small words written on it.

"Only by stepping on you can you make the name of the Blue Sky No. 1 Middle School in the Golden River."

At a glance, you can see that it is a little spleen without education, quality, money and power, and now a group of young people have been trampled down by such people?

"When did it happen?" Looking at the paper in Wang Long's pocket, Zhang Bowen's face suddenly turned red, and he asked with a low roar.

"It was given to me on the day after the game." With a sigh, Wang Long couldn't help thinking of a man, a man who looked like a fan in his eyes.

"Would you like to ask him?" He seemed to understand Wang Long's thoughts. Zhang Bowen's face was also moved, and he asked hesitantly.