The next morning, Zhao Yan woke up amid the alarm ring on his cell phone, opened his sleepy eyes, his eyes were full of confusion. Until the end of this dream, he did not understand why the thirty-year-old Lu Yang in the dream last night was also Lu Yang!

This is so strange! In my previous dream, Lu Yang, who was in his early twenties, was so tall and strong. Although he was ordinary in appearance, his temperament was unique. Especially when he was not smiling, his formidable aura left a deep impression on Zhao Yan. However, the Lu Yang who appeared in his dream last night was obviously only a few years older, but his figure was reduced by at least ten centimeters. His face and temperament were also very different. What happened to Lu Yang?

What experience can make a person shorter, thinner and so depressed in a few years?

If failure can make a person thinner, downer and more despair, Zhao Yan can understand that, but can failure make a person shorter?

It’s not that he is a few decades older! If he is a few decades older and becomes shorter because of his old age, Zhao Yan can understand it, but the Lu Yang he dreamed of last night was obviously only a few years older, how old he was!

Ant-Man?

The molecular structure of his body became closer? So it shrunk?

Zhao Yan suddenly thought of a movie "Ant-Man" produced by Marvel in the United States. Ant-Man is one of the Marvel superheroes. The protagonist can instantly turn himself into the size of an ant through a special suit, or instantly turn back to a normal body shape, thus doing many incredible things.

The principle of transforming into ant-man is to change the distance between the molecular structures of the body.

"Oh!"

This thought flashed through my mind for no reason, and Zhao Yan himself laughed. He knew it was impossible! Movies were just movies after all. Maybe one day technology could reach this point, but it was obvious that there would be no technology in the dream for 2,000 years.

"It's incredible! What exactly happened to him?"

Zhao Yan scratched his head, unable to figure it out, but it was time to get up and go downstairs to practice boxing.

...

There is a forest behind Hanlin College, the natural kind. Hanlin College is built here, but it did not cut down all the natural forests. It only built several winding pebbles in the woods, and arranged some stone tables, stone benches, benches and other places at some corners for people to rest.

This is the holy place for couples to fall in love. Of course, most of the couples come here during the day or at night. Occasionally, some morally corrupt couples who look for excitement will come here to have a wild battle late at night.

In the early morning, except for some students who practice morning and read aloud, they rarely see other figures here.

Deep in the woods, a corner that is rarely visited is where Zhao Yan practices boxing every morning, just like this.

Under a locust tree with a diameter of thirty or forty centimeters, Zhao Yan was wearing a black sportswear and a pair of black sports shoes. He tied a layer of straw rope under the locust tree with a dense layer of grass rope. Those who don’t know might think this is the school campus’s protection for this big tree.

In fact, this is Zhao Yan's purpose of practicing boxing to facilitate the convenience of not hurting his hands and feet.

He had gauze wrapped around his hands, as if he was injured, but in fact he didn't. This was also to protect his hands.

This is very quiet, with fresh air and cool breeze in the morning. You can hear insects and birds singing from time to time in the woods. The sound of boxing practice has been ringing continuously for nearly half an hour. He punches and kicks, and his punches are very fast and slow, but it is very rhythmic, as if he is playing a piece of music with his punches and feet.

Zhao Yan was still thinking about the dream last night in his mind, but the thoughts in his mind did not affect his practice of boxing. This set of Bajiquan had been able to react to it for him. Even if he was a little distracted at this time, he would not miss the slightest mistake in punching and kicking.

During the break in the mind, a little enlightenment flashed through Zhao Yan's mind: My strength is still growing!

As mentioned earlier, Zhao Yan had long discovered that he had a little different talent in martial arts. He just started practicing this set of boxing a few years ago, and he found that his progress seemed to be a little fast. Later, he found that he was also practicing Bajiquan, Fan Long, Lou Wenhao, Ji Yichun and others were far from keeping up with him.

The most bizarre thing is that he found that his strength has been growing and has not reached the upper limit so far.

This is something he can feel from his boxing strength every day.

Suddenly, Zhao Yan heard a sound of running from the path behind him, frowned, and Zhao Yan stopped and looked back.

Is it her?

"It's you?"

Zhao Yan didn't make a sound, but the black girl who ran out of the corner of the trail - Blaise. Zhao Yan remembered her. A few days ago, this black girl and a blond white girl looked for him and wanted to ask him to go out for a drink and dance tonight.

Blaze obviously recognized Zhao Yan, but she stopped and looked slightly stunned. Then she looked up and down at Zhao Yan a few times, rolled her eyes and turned around and left again. She seemed to be disdainful to talk to Zhao Yan again.

Zhao Yan curled his lips and turned around to continue practicing boxing.

Only one thought flashed through my mind - it is said that black people have good physical fitness. Do black people like to exercise? Including women?

Zhao Yan did not take this chance encounter to heart. For him, he didn't want to waste his time on the black girl and the blond white girl. He had Xiao Mengyue! Because he had no idea about other women, he didn't have any idea to please them.

Zhao Yan didn't know that just as he continued to practice boxing, the black girl Blaze, who had retreated here for dozens of meters, took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hi! Blaise! You're disturbing my dream! Tell me if you have anything to do! OK?" It was the lazy voice of the blonde white girl Emily.

Blaze looked back carefully and saw that there was no Zhao Yan's figure in the bent path behind him. Then he hid his hands next to his cell phone, bent down and shrank his head and whispered: "Hi! Emily! Guess who I saw just now?"

"who?" Emily asked casually, yawning.

Blaise: "Emily! You must have never imagined it! I just met that bastard Zhao Yan! He seems to be practicing Ming boxing!"

"What? Zhao Yan? That bastard Zhao Yan? Sure? Are you sure?"

"Confirm! Emily! I'm very sure!"

Emily: "Oh!**! Blaise! Hell! You told me what you did in the early morning? Oh! I won't be in a good mood this morning! Did you do it on purpose?"

Blaise: "Emily! He hasn't left yet! He is still practicing boxing there! I think you can ask Jack or Xu Jianhao to teach him a lesson! Are those two good-looking? Emily, you have such a close relationship with them. Don't you want to teach that kid a lesson?"

"yeah!" Emily: "Blaze, you reminded me! Are you sure that the bastard is still practicing boxing? Are you sure he hasn't left yet?"

Blaze smiled and said with certainty: "Yes Emily! I'm sure! I can still hear him practicing boxing now, I'm monitoring him!"

Emily: "good! Very good! Blaise, you continue to monitor! Tell me your current location! I will call Jack or Xu Jianhao immediately! Today I must beat that bastard to cry and call him mom!"
Chapter completed!