In the early morning, for Namjoon, who has always been in bed, it is undoubtedly a very dangerous thing to find him at this time, but what makes Li Tianying feel glad that Mo Jian is there this time, so even if Namjoon strikes the attack, the responsibility will never fall on him.

However, Mo Jian and his friends did not go directly to Namjoon. Instead, they had breakfast and carried some buns. They walked towards Namjoon's billiard room leisurely.

The door of the billiard room was indeed wide open. When the young man playing with the ball in groups of three or two saw that Mo Jian and the others walked in, he looked down as if he had not seen them and continued playing with the ball.

Mo Jian and his party quickly climbed to the second floor, but when they saw Nam Jun's half-closed door, everyone except Mo Jian became stunned. This was only because he had seen Nam Jun's sleeping skills more than once. If he could get him up so early, it would definitely be a very important thing.

Just as Mo Jian pushed the door open and looked at it with a curious look, the next moment he slammed the door and closed it together, which made Li Tianying and others even more strange.

When a few people walked quickly to Mo Jian's side, Tian Jizai's invisible radar quickly captured some good things in Mo Jian's red face.

"Brother Nan, are you there?"

The door was quickly pushed open under the strong signal collected by Tian Jizai. However, the one who appeared in Tian Jizai's vision was Namjoon standing on the bed without wearing anything and was holding a pair of boxers.

Looking at Namjoon who was naked in front of her, Tian Jizai really had her heart hitting her head on the wall. There was also a woman on the bed, a woman they had never seen before, but the only thing that was certain was that this woman must be vacuum now, but unfortunately, after Mo Jian made such a fuss, she had wrapped herself tightly with a quilt, so the miserable Tian Jizai was also covered with a light gray in an instant.

After looking up at Mo Jian and the others, Namjun continued to move in his hands and slowly put on his shorts. He didn't seem to mind being looked down upon by Mo Jian and the others. Perhaps the only thing he was dissatisfied with was to see why he was not a woman.

"Is there anything to ask me for?" Namjun gently brought the door, lit a cigarette and looked at Mo Jian.

"Nothing big is happening." Mo Jian said with a hint of embarrassment. After all, he always feels a little embarrassed after just messing up Namjoon's good things.

"Is that right?" Namjoon leaned against the door and took a deep breath of cigarette. "What's wrong with your face?"

Mo Jian smiled faintly and did not hide it from Namjoon, telling him everything that happened yesterday. After hearing this, Namjoon couldn't help laughing.

"I didn't expect you to be beaten by a few freshmen, hahaha..."

Staring at Namjoon who was heartless and laughing wildly, Zhang Bao couldn't help but want to explain, after all, being bullied by several first-grade students was indeed a very embarrassing thing.

Unfortunately, Namjoon did not give Zhang Bao a chance to speak. Just as Zhang Bao was about to speak, Namjoon slowly stopped laughing and looked at Mo Jian and said, "So, what do you want to do? If you ask me for help, there is no problem."

"No." Mo Jian quickly explained when he heard this: "We can solve this problem."

"Is that right?" Namjoon smiled faintly, "Then you must be here to vent?"

"It's true at the beginning, but now I think we should go back."

Mo Jian could only smile bitterly at Namjoon's eyes that seemed to be able to see everything. This was indeed their original intention to come here, but now it seems that they should not continue to stay here.

"You are really kind and understanding." Namjoon smiled bitterly, not knowing whether this sentence was a joke, "but you don't know that once some things are interrupted by someone half, it will be difficult to get interested again."

Of course Mo Jian knew what Namjoon was referring to, but he had not experienced it before, so he could not understand Namjoon's feelings at this time, but he knew that if someone else had stood in front of him, he would have already issued an order to expel him. But what he saw was not someone else, but Namjoon, who was smiling.

"Hong, my friend is here. Something is wrong. You can go back first and come here tonight."

"What do you think I am!" As the roar came, Namjoon quickly closed the door as he used to it. However, the sound of some fragile product shattering and constant cursing came from the door to Mo Jian and others' ears.

"This..." Mo Jian murmured with embarrassment.

Namjoon smiled faintly, patted Mo Jian on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "A woman, that's it. Just ignore her for a while."

Perhaps as Namjoon said, just as they walked into the next room, they heard the angry scolding from the next door getting smaller and smaller, until a violent door slammed and there was no movement next door again.

"You guys do whatever you want."

As soon as Namjoon finished speaking, Zhang Bao couldn't wait to rush towards the sandbag, as if he had an irreconcilable hatred with the sandbag, and even did not even do a warm-up exercise.

Luo Lie, Gu Jue, and Li Tianying also made sandbags after Zhang Bao. Although they could tolerate it, it did not mean that they would not be angry. Especially Luo Lie, he was a boy who was not good at tolerating, but just because of the words Mo Jian said to him, he seemed to have become a different person, and what he had in his heart was obviously full of anger.

The heavy impact filled the dim room in an instant, but for some reason, the Tian Jizi was still shrouded in the thick gray, lying on the bench like an old man hanging in the evening.

"What's wrong with this guy?" Namjoon asked curiously.

"It's nothing, don't worry about him, it will be fine after a while."

"Is that right?" Namjoon smiled faintly and said, "Do you want to punch?"

Mo Jian slowly held up his right arm wrapped in gypsum and smiled faintly: "What do you think?"

Namjoon smiled faintly and looked at the figures in front of him who were constantly hitting the sandbags, "I said you must want to learn."

Namjoon said it right. He really wanted to learn because he wanted to become stronger more than once, strong enough to protect the people around him.

"I will definitely come when my arms are ready."

Namjoon shook her head and smiled faintly, "Some things don't need to wait, you can do them even if you are injured."

Mo Jian couldn't help but wonder, "What do you mean?"

"Follow me." Namjoon slowly stood up, spit out these three words lightly and walked straight out of the door. Mo Jian couldn't help but be slightly stunned, but then he followed out curiously.

Where exactly Namjoon was going to take him? Mo Jian didn't understand, and when Namjoon led him slowly down the stairs and came to an idle ball table, Mo Jian couldn't help but be stunned.

"This is……"

"Of course it's playing ball."

"But……"

"You can play basketball with one hand, so I will play with you with one hand for fairness."

Mo Jian couldn't help but smile faintly when he heard this, thinking that he had lived on his left hand alone for the past ten or twenty days, so even if his left hand is not as flexible as his right hand, it is far more flexible than the left hand of an ordinary person.

But something strange happened. Mo Jian, who was originally good at playing football, just changed his hand, but he couldn't even touch the ball. On the other hand, Namjoon also used his left hand, but he seemed to be more skillful than when using his right hand. Mo Jian, who only played, had no ability to resist.

Time passed little by little, but Mo Jian seemed to have not made any progress. It was not until noon that Mo Jian discovered a very subtle problem. His left hand holding the pole was trembling. What's going on?

As time passed, Mo Jian and his men also came to Nanjun early every morning. However, since that day, the Mo family has been completely on the table tennis ball. But strangely, despite a few days, his progress was still minimal. In the end, he finally understood one thing: not only was his left hand not stable enough and flexible enough, but not only was he not flexible enough, but he didn't know how to exert force. Compared with his right hand, perhaps his left hand can only be regarded as a symmetrical decoration.

It is obviously not a matter of overnight use of the left hand that has been in the auxiliary position as flexibly as the right hand, but fortunately, Mo Jian is a person who knows how to endure, and for a person who truly knows how to endure, perseverance is obviously his most basic equipment.
Chapter completed!