This actor is full of tricks.

Chapter 21 I Can't Control Myself

The afternoon training was taught by a special fighting master, and the subjects included Lin Jue, Huang Yong, and newcomers from the other two teams.

Although Lin Jue knew how to fight, he acted like a rookie. During practice, he either had uncoordinated limbs or tripped and fell.

This made Huang Yong laugh at him openly, as if he was very happy that the Yeyou team had accepted a piece of trash.

There were no supernatural events for a long time afterwards. Lin Jue would hide in the sleeping cabin to practice Tempering Skills at noon, practice fighting in the afternoon, and go home to sleep at night.

Although Feitou asked him to wait, he didn't show up in the past few days. Although these days were boring, they were very leisurely, allowing him to improve himself with peace of mind.

Nowadays, his strength has doubled compared to when he first crossed over. The speed at which his quenching power is improving is not too fast but definitely not slow either. Moreover, it is safer and he does not need to be contaminated before improving his strength like other people.

……

Half a month later, in the training room.

The coach singled out Lin Jue and scolded the other students, "You guys are all young and strong, but your learning progress is not as good as Big Brother!"

"Although Fang Hao seemed stupid and clumsy at first, he worked hard and had a natural talent for this area. In just half a month, he surpassed what you had learned in three months."

Lin Jue stood aside embarrassedly, but he kept wondering in his heart, is the coach praising him or criticizing him?

The coach asked Lin Jue to return to the team, and then said in a deep voice: "Now we will start the small test, two by two. The winner will pass the assessment directly and will not need to come to training anymore!"

Is there such a good thing?

Everyone was in high spirits. The training was hard and tiring. Who wouldn't want to stay in the office and slack off like everyone else?
"Huang Yong, Fang Hao, you two start first!" The coach pointed his finger and said, "Remember, you are not allowed to use your abilities. The one who falls to the ground first will be considered the loser."

Quite a coincidence.

Lin Jue stood up, looked at Huang Yong, and said with a smile: "Xiao Huang, please show some mercy."

"What are you yelling about?" Huang Yong also stood up, looking unhappy.

He always felt like the other person was calling a dog's name.

The two men stood facing each other. As the coach shouted "start", Huang Yong took the lead and threw a straight punch at Lin Jue's face.

Being restless and irritable is full of flaws.

Lin Jue stretched out his hand to block the punch, raised his right foot slightly, and hooked it lightly.

Huang Yong staggered and fell backwards.

Just when he was about to fall to the ground, Lin Jue grabbed his wrist and pulled him up. With a simple smile on his face, he whispered, "Xiao Huang, be careful."

After saying that, he punched Huang Yong directly on the bridge of his nose.

"Hey, what's going on? Why aren't my hands listening to my brain? Could it be that the aftereffects of the pollution haven't been eliminated yet?"

After throwing the punch, he looked at his hand in confusion.

As he spoke, he punched Huang Yong in the face again, which made him very confused: "What's going on? Ah! My hand! What's wrong with my hand?"

"I'm sorry, Xiao Huang, I really didn't mean it. You know I was contaminated not long ago."

He said sorry, but his hands did not stop moving at all.

Huang Yong was hit with punch after punch, which made his eyes dizzy and his nose bleed.

What kind of aftereffect is this?! Can't even control my hands?

The coach next to him couldn't stand it anymore and hurried forward to hold Lin Jue: "Fang Hao, wake up!"

He dragged Lin Jue away from Huang Yong, who fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes glazed over, stunned. "Coach, I can't control my hands!" Lin Jue waved his hands wildly in the air, as if possessed by a ghost.

The others watched in horror. Is this really the aftereffect of pollution?
But it is also possible. After all, pollution acts on the spiritual level, and behavior is often out of control.

Most of them believed in Fang Hao. After all, Fang Hao was always smiling, honest, and kind to others.

How could someone with this kind of personality suddenly start beating people up for no reason?

"Hey, coach, I think I'm fine now. You're really a miracle doctor." Lin Jue stopped waving his hands, as if he had just woken up from the state of being possessed by a ghost.

The coach looked at Lin Jue and asked uncertainly, "Are you really okay?"

"It's really healed." Lin Jue moved his hands and feet flexibly: "Look, it obeys my orders now."

"Okay, you've passed the test, so you don't need to come for training anymore." The coach patted Lin Jue's shoulder and said, "You have a high talent for fighting. You should practice more in the future and don't waste your time."

Lin Jue nodded solemnly. In fact, he didn't have any talent at all. He was just showing off a little bit of what he already knew.

He walked over to Huang Yong and extended his hand with an apologetic look on his face: "Xiao Huang, I'm really sorry. I really did have some sequelae just now. You've experienced this before, and you know it's uncontrollable."

"I've never seen this kind of sequelae, where one can't control his hands!" Huang Yong's face darkened. He reached out and grabbed Lin Jue's hand, wanting to stand up.

Then he saw a huge fist coming straight towards his face.

"Damn Lei Lao..." Before he could even curse, his eyes went black and he fell to the ground again.

That damned voice rang out again, yelling, "Ah! What's going on? I can't control myself again!"

"My hand, what happened to you?"

"Xiao Huang, are you okay? Are you okay?"

I have something to do!
Could you please stop fighting for now, old man?
Huang Yong was hit by punch after punch until his brain shut down.

"Fang Hao, wake up!" This time everyone rushed over, pulled down Lin Jue, who was riding on Huang Yong and punching continuously, and pinned him down together.

"I can't control myself! I'm sorry! Xiao Huang!" Lin Jue wailed in agony, drooling, his hands and feet seemed to be pulled by something, and he struggled uncontrollably.

He acted out the appearance of a manic patient in his previous life with such convincing acting that everyone believed he was really suffering from the aftereffects of the disease.

Except Huang Yong.

"Fuck you..." Huang Yong raised his head with difficulty and wanted to curse, but the next second his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"Hey, I'm fine again!" Lin Jue crawled out from under the crowd, patted the dust off his body, and his face was full of apology: "I really didn't mean it."

He looked at Huang Yong who had fainted beside him, his old face full of grievance: "I didn't know the sequelae hadn't completely healed yet, I feel sorry for little Huang..."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." The coach wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Go ahead, go ahead."

He was afraid that this guy would have another attack and start beating people again.

I was fine some time ago, why did I suddenly have sequelae today?

The others also stayed away with strange looks in their eyes. It would be better to have less contact with Fang Hao in the future.

Lin Jue bowed and apologized. When he left the training room and passed by Huang Yong on the ground, he suddenly lifted his foot and went straight to Huang Yong's thigh.

"It's over! I can't control myself again! I can't control myself! Ah! Ah!"

Everyone was horrified and rushed forward: "Fang Hao, wake up! Wake up!"

(End of this chapter)