"Huff, huff, huff!" Even panting sounds could be heard from afar on the campus green path of Rivertown Media University. A tall and burly figure ran out from the faint mist in the early morning.
Black shorts, strong and powerful long legs that moved like windmills. A white singlet accentuated the figure's broad shoulders and round waist. The bulging muscles outlined solid lines, and the skin that was glistening with sweat seemed to emit a strong scent of hormones with every breath!
The man exercising in the morning was, of course, Yang Yi.
After living here, Yang Yi felt very comfortable. Not only did he have a vast campus for his daily training, but the high-quality air in Tingshan area also allowed his internal cultivation to improve by leaps and bounds.
Of course, he wasn't alone on the way to his morning training. Rivertown Media University was one of the top media universities in the country. Many diligent students woke up early every morning. Not many of them exercised, but there were many who practiced their voices, their eloquence, and their musical instruments in every corner of the campus.
Although Yang Yi couldn't stand such restrictions, he still cast envious glances at them from time to time.
Campus life, a place where one's youth was unrestrained! There was also romantic and pure love. These were all lives that he had never experienced before.
Even though he had been reborn, he couldn't experience them … Speaking of which, Yang Yi was still a little depressed.
"Help!"
Yang Yi had already run along the campus green path to the depths of Tingshan when suddenly, a cry for help came from afar. He couldn't help but slow down and look in the direction of the sound with a frown.
Could it be a melodramatic scene of a hero saving a damsel in distress?
How could it be …
After a while, Yang Yi saw a nimble little fatty rushing out from the bushes. He was flustered and stumbling as he tried to escape.
Then, a dark and swarthy wild boar came out from the bushes behind him. The wild boar wasn't big, only slightly bigger than a dog. But looking at its sharp tusks, it displayed a ferocity that was different from a domesticated pig.
"Huff!" The wild boar's eyes were red as it chased after him relentlessly.
The little fatty was about 1.6 meters tall, but he weighed about 160 kilograms. The fat on his stomach jiggled. It was really amazing that he could run so fast even when he was scared witless.
Of course, now was not the time to watch a show. Yang Yi shouted and strode forward, passing the little fatty.
"No. It's dangerous!" Fatty was shocked. He wanted to turn around and pull Yang Yi back, but when he turned around and saw this scene, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Yang Yi charged toward the wild boar. Suddenly, he turned his body to the side to avoid the wild boar's charge. Then, using some unknown force, his left leg hooked onto the wild boar's hind leg. Taking advantage of the wild boar's momentum, he lifted it up!
This was nothing!
After Yang Yi picked up the wild boar, which weighed tens of kilograms, like a football, Yang Yi turned around and smashed his right leg into the wild boar's abdomen in mid-air …
"Roar." The wild boar's scream in the air came to an abrupt end. Then, it fell into the grass where it had run out from and stopped moving.
"Oh my God!" Fatty was dumbfounded.
But he was really daring. Otherwise, he would not have run up the mountain alone to provoke a wild boar. He suppressed the fear in his heart and went to the grass to look for a while.
Finally, he confirmed it. Trembling, he looked at Yang Yi and asked, "It, it's dead?"
Yang Yi looked at him indifferently and nodded.
Don't underestimate Yang Yi, okay? Although he had not recovered half of his strength from his previous life, but a wild boar that was not much bigger than a dog was hit in the abdomen by his inner strength. Its internal organs were all shattered. How could it survive?
But, in contrast, he was more curious. In this mountain, how could there be a wild boar? And, how did this little fatty provoke this wild boar?
If not for his curiosity, Yang Yi would have left after kicking the wild boar to death.
However, the little fatty was more fanatical than him. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He rushed over and pulled Yang Yi's hand and said sincerely, "Hero, please accept me as your disciple! I want to learn martial arts from you! Real martial arts! "
At that moment, Yang Yi had a bad feeling.
Oh no, it seems like I've been entangled by a pervert!
Of course, the little fatty was not a pervert, but he was more sticky than candy. Yang Yi used his running speed to get rid of him. As a result, when he went down the mountain, Yang Yi saw this guy again. He was actually waiting at the exit. He even got a bicycle from who knows where and was riding behind him.
"Master, please accept me as your disciple! I'll do anything for you! "The little fatty said while gasping for breath.
Really useless. Yang Yi looked down on him. He used his feet to run such a long distance and was still breathing evenly. This little fatty was as tired as a dog from riding a bicycle.
Not to mention that Yang Yi never thought of accepting a disciple. Even if he did, he would not be willing to accept a waste!
However, the little fatty really persevered. He followed Yang Yi all the way back to the small building. The coffee shop was not yet renovated, so when Yang Yi went up to the second floor from the back, the little fatty still shamelessly followed him.
Yang Yi frowned and resisted the urge to throw him out.
It has to be said that the little fatty's tenacity made Yang Yi have a good impression of him.
"This building, seems to be, seems to be Professor Hu's!" The little fatty who turned into a know-it-all patted his head and asked in surprise, "Master, are you Professor Hu's son?"
Originally, Yang Yi did not want to pay attention to him. This guy was a chatterbox. Along the way, he kept talking. But now, his guess was so outrageous.
Yang Yi turned his head and glared at him, "This house, I rented it!"
"Oh oh!" The little fatty was very happy because his "master" finally spoke to him.
"Then …" He still wanted to continue nagging.
"Shut up!" Yang Yi did not even turn his head and sealed his mouth.
The little fatty could only obediently shut up. But he still looked around curiously. The questions in his heart slowly began to be suppressed, "You live in such a big house by yourself? Where did Professor Hu go? Master, where did you learn so much Kung Fu … "
But he could not ask. He felt very uncomfortable holding it in.
"Have you eaten breakfast?" Yang Yi took off his wet singlet under the little fatty's envious gaze. He wiped the sweat off his body and changed into a dry T-shirt. Then, he walked into the kitchen and asked casually.
"Not yet." The little fatty acted as if he was granted amnesty. He excitedly opened his mouth, "Master, you know how to cook? No, I mean, you even prepared breakfast yourself? "
Yang Yi did not pay attention to him. He minded his own business and fried eggs and ham. He also made a plate of vegetable and fruit salad. One serving for each person, he brought it to the dining room.
"Master, you are so amazing. My saliva is about to flow out!" The little fatty said with a face full of admiration.
Yang Yi smiled. His expression was not as cold as before. He pointed at the plate in front of the little fatty and said, "Eat, don't get cold."
After integrating into his new identity, Yang Yi had been reflecting. Was he still as isolated as he was in his previous life? If he did not even have a friend, then what was the point of being reborn?
Now that he had met a thick-skinned little fatty, Yang Yi suddenly thought that it was not a bad choice to meet some strangers and make some friends.
(PS: It seems that there are readers in Genesis who said that they can't review? I don't know what's going on with Little Han. Little Han has never deleted anyone's review. Could it be that the system deleted it?)
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