Chapter 11: 遛 Fat 喽 ~ (1/2)
Many trainees are training on the second floor of the training building.
When Wang Teng glanced, his eyes were suddenly bright, and he saw a familiar figure.
A flexible fat man!
Rushing on the runway at this time.
The other party was even promoted to a middle-level martial artist. No wonder he didn't see him on the first floor all day yesterday. It turned out that he was on the second floor.
”Fat, early!”
King Wang Teng greeted the other person like an old acquaintance.
The fat man heard the sound, turned his head to look at it, his face suddenly changed: ”What the **** is this guy!”
He pretended not to see Wang Teng, without saying a word, he ran faster.
Wang Wangteng watched the other side running and didn't know that attribute bubbles were falling behind his buttocks, and his heart was very happy.
He casts basic body skills and runs behind the fat man while picking up attributes.
【Speed * 6】
【Speed * 7】
【Basic Body Method * 3】
【Speed * 6】
Uh ...
提升 ”Promote to intermediate martial arts, this fat man has more attribute points dropped. So, the higher the strength, the more attribute points are dropped.”
Wang Teng's heart secretly.
If this is the case, there must be more properties picked up on the second floor than on the first floor!
After all, here are all intermediate martial arts.
In this way, I believe that it won't take long for me to be promoted to a high-level martial artist, and he is one step closer to being a formal martial artist.
”Why do you guys look like a dogskin plaster and stick to me all the time? Is it endless?”
The angry voice of the fat man in front of him pulled Wang Teng back from his thoughts.
”Hey, what's the meaning of training alone, why don't we come to Bibby and run ten laps to see who takes less time? How about it? Can't come?”
The fat man was about to refuse, his eyes turned and said, ”If you lose, just stay away from me and let me train alone.”
”Yes!”
King Wang Teng agreed and said, ”What if you lose?”
”Joke, how could I lose!” The fat man dismissed.
”Confidence is a good thing, but since you mentioned the conditions, I naturally have the requirements. The test is about fairness, are you right?” Wang Teng said
”What do you want?” The fat man frowned.
”It's very simple. If you lose, I don't want you, just call me boss.” Wang Teng said.
行 ”Yes, as long as you can win, you can call anything.” The fat man patted his chest and agreed.
Wang Teng laughed inwardly—when you lose, you're called Dad.
”There is a timer next to it. I'll find someone to help us time.”
The fat man said, walked aside, and said a few words to a trainee who was training, let the other party help to time.
The trainee nodded and followed the fat man to the edge of the runway.
”Prepare yourself, I shout to start, and you can run.” The student stood beside the timer and said.
The two nodded.
The fat man began to prepare. He shook his legs and relaxed his muscles.
The result was a flutter of fat.
The rest of the trainees saw the two of them to take a test, and they all gathered around and watched the crowds beside the runway.
They couldn't help laughing when they saw the fat shaking of fat.
”This fat man, Fat Cheng actually went to learn body style and practice speed like this, I don't know what he thinks?”
”But don't you really say, this fat man is a little bit tolerant and runs faster than a rabbit.”
Uh ...
Hearing the sound of discussion coming from the side, the fat man could not help showing his proud look.
He gave a provocative glance at Wang Teng and stood upright, without even starting or starting.
Wang Teng smiled, and stood still, and asked casually, ”Fat, what's your name?”
”My name is Wu Liang!” Said the fat man, pointing to his nose.
”Do n’t forget the name, lest you lose if you do n’t know who you lost to.”
He said, ”What about you?”
”My name is Wang Teng, remember to call the boss when you lose!” Wang Teng laughed.
”嘁!” Wu Liang rolled his eyes in disdain.
A loud drink suddenly came from the side.